the little things
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nothing much to be said, or remembered. my life is messy. I don’t remember having a single moment where I actually pretend to be deaf towards the things he has sugar coat about. he speaks those words without hesitancy as if he’s used to licking his lips to lubricate all the lies in the world. if there are lines we both should not have crossed, I swear this is the first time I realise: my life has messed up and I want to change.
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we were on the bus heading our way to attend a Charity Walk event that I seemed not to pay attention most: the queuing part, my grumpy stomach or people around me. I only cared about getting on the bus and going back safely. nothing much really happened. it was already Maghrib when I started listening dearly to Acha Septriasa, her song which suddenly pulled me back to Time; of flashbacks.
I thought about the little things that used to make me smile to my ears, regardless how small or unnoticeable they were. I was so used to pondering that I won’t get to be happy anymore, so I started looking forward to feeling something bigger which I would always call mine.
how insane it was to fall for someone or to get infatuated only at our first sight. I blamed Love for making me rush into things — for I didn’t want to lose the grip. I really wanted this someone as mine no matter how long it would take to reach. and I blamed my housemates for being so noisy that I have to sleep with the blanket on my face. I’m such a dumb person, anyway.
but oh the little things, they made me feel less superior to blame all the shits in my life. we all have that kind of little things we treasure the most; something that makes us happy or gets the butterflies in our stomach no matter it rains or not.
like how stupid I actually feel when someone compliments "your idea is brilliant" that he wouldn't know how long I actually took to finish it all in one night, after getting two packets of maggie kari.
or one of those days I got the right answers to the maths questions in the class, even the people I dislike had the guts to ask me to teach them, yes, give me that stupid look again.
or when I stared right into the beautiful eyes of my beloved ones, no matter how small or big their eyes were, I then wondered: how can tears be so painful?
or when my siblings cursed my brother's haircut, we then argued how much it costed to do so? we all bursted into laugh the whole month realising that we should have told the barber to make the haircut even funnier.
I wish I can keep all the little things closer so that when life has seemed to mess up, or when I lose someone that meant so much to me, or when I wake up very late for classes, I’ll probably remembe: this isn’t going to be a bad life.
yeah, it’s just a bad day.
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we were on the bus heading our way to attend a Charity Walk event that I seemed not to pay attention most: the queuing part, my grumpy stomach or people around me. I only cared about getting on the bus and going back safely. nothing much really happened. it was already Maghrib when I started listening dearly to Acha Septriasa, her song which suddenly pulled me back to Time; of flashbacks.
I thought about the little things that used to make me smile to my ears, regardless how small or unnoticeable they were. I was so used to pondering that I won’t get to be happy anymore, so I started looking forward to feeling something bigger which I would always call mine.
how insane it was to fall for someone or to get infatuated only at our first sight. I blamed Love for making me rush into things — for I didn’t want to lose the grip. I really wanted this someone as mine no matter how long it would take to reach. and I blamed my housemates for being so noisy that I have to sleep with the blanket on my face. I’m such a dumb person, anyway.
but oh the little things, they made me feel less superior to blame all the shits in my life. we all have that kind of little things we treasure the most; something that makes us happy or gets the butterflies in our stomach no matter it rains or not.
like how stupid I actually feel when someone compliments "your idea is brilliant" that he wouldn't know how long I actually took to finish it all in one night, after getting two packets of maggie kari.
or one of those days I got the right answers to the maths questions in the class, even the people I dislike had the guts to ask me to teach them, yes, give me that stupid look again.
or when I stared right into the beautiful eyes of my beloved ones, no matter how small or big their eyes were, I then wondered: how can tears be so painful?
or when my siblings cursed my brother's haircut, we then argued how much it costed to do so? we all bursted into laugh the whole month realising that we should have told the barber to make the haircut even funnier.
I wish I can keep all the little things closer so that when life has seemed to mess up, or when I lose someone that meant so much to me, or when I wake up very late for classes, I’ll probably remembe: this isn’t going to be a bad life.
yeah, it’s just a bad day.