4 in the morning

helo world, tick tock tick tock, the clock is ticking without hesitation ,why am i dashing keyboard at this hour when most probably everyone in MALAYSIA are still sleeping and those in other countries might end up waking up their kids to school. or maybe those people, in those areas, which remain unknown to me,are still doing chores , to whoever they are , to whatever place they live , life brief's candle. agree ? well if you dont , still, i say agree! hahaa. so agree je laah.

life is made up of time, days are made up of hours, and knowledge are measured in years , there are times when we rush to grab a quick coffee and still the clock is ticking, life. life. life's brief candle , too short not to do SOMETHING, something that gonna make you fee like , those nights , those days u spent, were spent in every good possible ways. well, ofcourse im not telling you today " dear diary , today i blablabla ".but this time , im leaving my big butt and trying to make a critical statement here , on life, how captivating life turned out , without me, you, us, realising it.

its scary that every seconds counted , and we are not allowed to screw it up , cause no harm, its just gonna be a history. a history that stucks in everyone's head , then the thing is , i decided to leave my curiousity behind .its scary that history that already written taught us values , disguise , hatred , love , passion , friendship ,and regrets .


a friend could be friend for years , playing together since in infant park, pushing each other , sharing food , copy homeworks from each other and for years , then there's a fullstop there , when one of you turn and say " i regret for having you as my friend".


siblings , the one u grow up with , sharing the same wombs , same parents , live under one roof and the next 2o years , when you are old enough to disguise each other , u make a credit, it seems like theres a big tall wall to separate you , siblings, scary huh??


parents , the one who hold your hand tight on your first day in primary school, the one you beg not to leave you alone in school with those people you call strangers,the one who nag loads to move us to grab books,and the one welcome you with a big smile , then when years passing by , you say you are old enough to live your own life , the world is taking over you , you forget those moments , where you would give a world to be with them.


lover , the one you grow to say " i love you , wo ai ni , sarangee , aishiteru , na uney kathali kiren , jo tu amor ,o ngoi le " and no other word can describe it , and you know when the bubblegum has losing its flavour ?? its tasteless , no sugar added , not sweet enough to get you diabetis mellitus , and when that strikes , again , love comes and wave at you. bye bye bye


and life ?? remains life , counting minutes heading for us , with every history made , every past fated , theres still gonna be ticktockticktock , clock and seconds seem to cooperate , to watch us , going through our life , going through our hard time , cause maybe going through hard time is the way of life . write great history everyday , dont lay and be afraid to none of it , one of albert einstein 's saying that attracted me the most


" experience is the only source of knowledge "

this earth is not just cant be debated whether it is flat, round or sphere , or how critical thinker we are , because earth consists of zillions of life , zillions of moments , zillions of fate , zillions of people , crossing our path , walking through our life , making a moment there , trying to be one of our history, and at the end of the day, things change , life dare you with a troop of challenges , forcing you to try find a solution ,pressure you with burdens . and still it is called life, life's change , it will, not today , maybe tomorrow ,not tomorrow , maybe someday ,people's change , not now , maybe soon , not soon enough , maybe it take years , people's leave , not this moment , not this hour when the clock is still moving , but someday ,it still will ,


none of these are about how good people keeping , making things, people, time, life become static, but it is about appreciating every precious moments , people , things , life ,history , you cant have everythings because thats not life , but it is about when you are 50 years old folk , you wake up , and nothing matters , its alright , its okay , because you are cherishing your life , and thats how i want it to be ,


" i guess it is true , those who dont learn history , tend to repeat it "

maybe for now , im an eighteen years old girl , who is tremendously fright of world , world which is still waiting for me , maybe i am still ordinary girl , who cant be acknowlegded, who still dont have her name in guiness world record , its okay. because,

" im making one ". - coryright reserved - afiqah ahmad.





p/s : mama papa, abg mal abg pit kakak, deea, kak long and bestfriends , i cant assure i will have you guys around with me , for the next 3o years , but one thing i can assure , this moment and history that i has written will be cherished . always and forever, with all of you. you people mean a whole world , i might be one of those little creepy annoying girl , but trust me, i love you. i hurt you, still love you , im mad at you, still love you.i love you , still love you. muahs!