Life, what for?

Assalamualaikum, Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Here's me again after a long break, and I finally get myself to write again. Or should I say a comeback?

And now I wanna ask myself something. Life, what for?

I spent 24 hours a day, 7 days for a week, and all of my for the past two decades of my life for what? Now, as i keep thinking about it, i can say that me, was useless. There was nothing to be proud for.

Sure, forget about my childhood. Back then I really don't know anything. Those time was really just for fun. Living like there are nothing to care for.

But when i reached the age of teen, what am i doing? Sad but true, i'm just enjoying my time with me mates. I do nothing good. I could say that my study wasn't really bad, but its not too good either. I couldn't make my parents proud. Well, i'm pretty sure that they were proud of me. Where on earth that the parents didn't love their son, am i right? But for some reason, i could sense the disappointment in their heart. Me feels very sorry, mom and dad.

And now i'm twenty something. I'm no longer a boy, and i'm slowly being a man. Which means, I've a big responsibility for me myself, for family and others. But again, WHAT AM I DOING? So fool of me. I forget the responsibility, that my parents gave to me, that others gave to me, and among all, the biggest responsibility that My Lord, Allah s.w.t gave me before i starts breathing in this beautiful world. The first responsibility among all, to be a loyal servant to Him, to be a better Muslim. Untuk BERIMAN kepada yang Maha Esa.

Forgive me My Lord, i'm blinded in my past life. Guide me to your way, help me. I was once disobey you, and i really don't want that to happen again. Perhaps it's never too late for me. InshaAllah.

Love is Dead

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if no one ever shares my care
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life

Love is dead, love is dead

The telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me
The traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late
Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me

Love is dead, love is dead

And plastic people with imaginary smiles
Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds
Plastic people
Plastic people

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if this horror's inside my head

People push by with fear in their eyes in my life

Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead

And all the lies that you've given us
And all the things things that you said

And all the lies that you've given us...
Blow like wind in my head.

copyright from Suede - Love is Dead

Naka's Story

Normal life. That will be the best word to describe him. Naka is an ordinary people. He likes to hanging out with friends and all other things that young people do. But, while enjoying, he is still remember to follow his religion's rule. Naka isn't great in his study. Maybe he always playing around. He have many friends, but only one person that is truly close to him. He's Eki. Compared to Naka, Eki is a smart boy. Eki is famous among their friends because of his knowledge. Both of them really close together since their first meeting when their age were up to double digits. For Naka, Eki is like his brother. They're always support each other comes hell or high water. It's just like they share the same bloodlines. Eki always be the person that Naka asks for advices. Naka tells Eki about the girl he loves. And Eki, always be a good listener. Unfortunately, after a few years, both of them split up because of something unavoidable. But, their friendship remains strong. Naka couldn't accept that and he was truly sad for losing his real bestfriend. He feels like he was losing his other half. No one would be there when he want an accompany. No one will ever listen to his problem again. All his never-ending love is keep deep inside his heart without letting anyone knows about it. Love, life, all the things were never works out for Naka. Pity him.


But I've been sailing down this river alone
And I'm still trying to find my way back home
But I don't believe in magic
Life is automatic
But I don't mind being on my own
Said that I don't mind being on my own