Memories... All Alone In The Moonlight...

Cookies to people who guessed where i got the line from.

Yeah... you might think this blog post is gonna sound boring
or sissy or girly or whatever it is in your mind...
But to me.... its a really important thing in my life...
Now and forever....

I'm gonna catogorize this as an emo post.
But i dont know if its an emo post.

It started with me looking through the old pictures all over.
House, phone, cds and the pc....
And i remembered all those time...
I wondered "wow, did all that just went through my life?"
it seems... so close....
And it feels like it was just yesterday.... But days had passed...
god i love the invention of cameras.
Anyways...

It started with me looking at the old photos (why am i repeating this?)
then the next day, English exam... one of the essay title was
Memories....
i suddenly remembered everything...
But i didnt wanna do it, but kept it specially for the blog.
Instead, i did the greatest challenge in my life.
I did about me, being the greatest warrior, fought a dragon
and saved the village. Thats roughly the idea.

Ok lets move on.
Right.... sometimes... when you look into a picture,
you'll cry. You'll smile. You'll remember, the good times
and the bad.... Memories are made out of the good and
bad...

You'll sometimes wish that you could turn back time
and relieve it once more. You'll sometimes wish
you could turn back time to fix it just once.
Just to relive all those time that passed by.



I'd wish i knew them better.
I'd wish we'd be there together.
I'd wish to see them all once more.
But alas, those wish can never be granted.
I believe there is no such thing as pure good or pure evil.
so theres bound to be hate here and there...
but i'll never forget the good times we had.

I left, with the bullet train...
No goodbyes were ever gave out...
I left without a trace...
They never knew...
That was good to me...
But i dont know...
I shoud've left them with something...
But all i left is my heart and memories to them...

From the 1st till 4th moon cycle...
i was kinda quiet. i honestly dont know why.
i think this is the feeling of miss. i never understand it.
i never felt it. i never knew why. it kept me quiet
for 4 cycle of the moon, being the stranger in class.

i wondered why.

when did i open the closed door?
when did i open the wind?
when did i release it all?
i dont know...


To the readers... out there reading this.


I'd like to ask...



Have you ever wondered how'd you get to know each other?
I sometimes do... strangely i never remembered how.
Did it start with a little talk?
Did it start with something i did?
Did it start with something they did?
Did it start out accidently?









Right here...
I wonder....
can i keep it all up?
can i maintain this wonderful bond?
can i maintain this fragile bond?
can i make new bonds?
can i fix this bond?






But my memories wont stop here.
I still have a long way to go.
My life havent ended yet.
God has blessed me to live on.
And I will.
Memories will always be in my mind.
It will always be scarred into my heart.
It shall pin to my skin.
Every pain, every touch, every feel....

It scars deep into me.





Though my mind might forget them.
My skin, my heart, my hands and my eyes will
ache to them. They played a role in my life but their
role will never end.

I will never break the bond.
For this bond. I believe to be the most fragile.
I believe the most beautiful.

People make it fragile.
They remember the bad stuffs somebody did to them
and start hating them.
They forget the good times they had together.
And the bond breaks.

And people tend to remember the things they
made to others and expected something in return.
They start hating them.
And the bond breaks.

How can they break it so easily?
Does their memory did nothing?
Where is the justice of it all?

Alas, this is just an opinion from an unknown individual.

And so i end this.
For my memories are precious.
My cameras are my eyes.
What i see through them is what i see in life.
The camera, is my record of life.

The good, the bad, the ugly, the sad, the laughs....
It all comes into one.
Without the bad, there will be no good.

And at the very last lines,
i stop my types.

This is the Ali, from the heart.
signing out

They'll Never Come Again

hello there y'all.
theres no happy post this time.
its another emo post and yes i havent done one in a while.
skip this if you dont wanna me to make you think to much.
skip this if you wanna be happy for the rest the day.
skip this if youre playing a skipping rope
ok that was lame.

but read on if you want to.
you might get enlightened, anger to me, or wonder what
the hell have you been doing all this time.

well... have you thought that being in school can be a little stupid?
you sit there, learn stuffs and most of them you wont use in
life. I mean, do you ever go around and suddenly talk about
the History or Biology that you tried so hard to memorize?

the only thing you'll ever need to learn is Kemahiran Hidup
and thats praactically non-existence.

Have you stopped for a split second and think what are you studying for?
did you study for the sake of passing exams?
did you study for the sake of interest?
did you study for the sake of your future?

then pray tell me if you answer the 1st...
why do you wanna study blindly just for a piece of paper
that shows numbers? does numbers control your lives?
when the paper shows 100%, does that means youre the smartest and
that you can accomplish anything?
when the paper shows 0%, does that means youre the dumbest person
alive and no way can you be succesfull in life?

pray tell for those who answer 2nd...
what will you do with all those after you finish with it all?
will you write a book or will it rust and dust away as time
moves on, mercilessly awaiting for no man, not even a second?

pray tell for those who answered 3rd...
if you study hard, will your future really be a fool-proof 100% guaranteed
road to success? Have you been following books all your life and was blinded
by them that you never see whats around you?
Will there a book on being successful to guide you through life?
If so where? will you kill yourself just for the book or will you stop
and see the things that moves around you?

Have you wondered...
If everyone was smart... who'd be the stupid one?
Who'd do the "lower class" jobs?
Who'd would clean up the world?
Who'd make the world safe?
Who'd continue the legacy of man's strength?

If being smart is advantagous to life...
then what would you say to the artists?
to the managers of factories?
to the man who gives ideas?
to the man that sings with their soul?

pray tell me what...
pray tell....

this is Reporter Ali
signing out.
*salutes*