preoccupied

"P. Ramlee tidak mempunyai harta seperti rumah atau tanah yang setaraf dengan namanya yang besar, lebih -lebih lagi sekarang ini walaupun sudah bergelar Tan Sri. Tetapi saya bersyukur ke hadrat Ilahi, kerana sewaktu hidupnya, bapa saya tidak memikirkan apa yang akan jadi setelah dia tiada, ke mana hala tuju anak-anaknya, ini kerana dia adalah anak seni sejati yang memperhambakan diri kepada seni, bukan seperti sesetengah anak seni hari ini yang hidup kaya raya, mempunyai pengurus, dan penuh kemewahan" Nasir P.Ramlee

P.Ramlee the musical : the live, the love & the inspiration - worth the wait, and every cents paid

(image : old PETA advert. my favorite)

Subconsciously depressed. Outwardly numb. Literally suffocated. Emotionally frustrated. Too much drama, though not entirely my own, desperately in need of own space, some tender, loving and care would be nice too.

Time spent with both less-drama, A-Malik clans helped a lot. Getting sick of laziness, feign affections, gossips, people who never seem to grow up, period. High school is history, grow up everyone, at least a bit.

Weekends have been wet. Two barbecues crashed by heavy downpour, refreshing, the perfect playground I'd say. I love rain, it heals wounds. I love lamb chop, it makes me swoon.

Lovely Sunday. I wish it'd never ends. I miss being loved. I miss being preoccupied. I miss the sweet smell of fresh seawater. I miss doing what I love doing. I'm just hungry I want breakfast (with the commercial song "wake up to natural nourishment" at the back of my head).

I love to listen. I hate to talk. I hate when you pretend to listen. I hate the absent stares, the cold responses, those selfish gestures, those lies beckoning me to trust and mistrust at the same time that it hurts so bad it drives me crazy.

Too much frustrations and I have never felt so alone. mengada bukan :p