Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Mr. Diary

Dear diary,

Yeah, it's still the same. My-my, could there be a day where i can sleep like a log; I desperately need a one day-off to straighten my mind. From what, you may ask? Sheesh, you're a diary, you can't talk - you can't even understand me do you? My inner self has always whispered to me a silent, condescending tone, "Even if it seems that you're making little progress, keep trying, eventually something will give!" Gosh! Quit talking to me in that condescending tone, You always treat me like a child-ugh! People around me are being very much benevolent to me-well, some of them. They've urged me to stand on my bare feet on this challenging ground of life. They said that I need to see life as it truly is; adventurous, exciting and simply awesome!.

I can't!I just can't! No matter how many times have I tried, effortlessly, I just can't catch up to the point where everybody view life in the way it should be. How do they do it? I've thought of that unconvinient question in my mind for hundreds of times and i just can't see the answer. That is, before you came in my life; my little, old, light-coloured book, my diary. Good grief, do I even have a friend? A friend that I can rely on? A friend that I can make as a shoulder to hang on whenever I'm in despair? Let me guess..well, what do you think Mr. Diary? Uh-oh! i've NO ONE. Oh poo, now I've come to a realization that  I am.................... alone, all alone.

Am I that gloomy in class? Do I look that dull? Huh, maybe what he said was true back then.  'How come you look so gloomy these days ha? I've never seen you without a smile in your face before and you've never get angry or yell, or shout at someone.' He continued, 'Are you sick? If you have a problem then tell me about it. That's what a friend is for.

Rothan's blood! Are they that observant?

Up-a-daisy! Then my mom said, 'Be strong at whatever life throws at you, okay?' Then I take a glance to the others, witnessing how young, talented and full of potential they are. Me? I'm just an old rusty boy with a dim future. Slowly, i creep and try to reach out in my life. There's this girl in my class, she said, "You were not born as victim luke, but as victor." Then I've thought that no situation is permanent, and there must be, must be a way out of this problem. It might take a little time to get through it but eventually I believe that I can pass through this situation. That's right! I can!

The truth is, Mr. Diary, I'm a good actor. A damn good actor.

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p/s : ini adalah cerita rekaan semata2...wokeh...saje nak buat cerita plak. 


5 comments:

Athee said...

it was touching at first, but after the 'p/s: ini adalah cerita rekaan semata-mata' you really look like a dumb -.-

mad khaz said...

dang!!

byk la mg nye malang :P

Luqman Safwan C.M Fauzi said...

athee: well, that's what a story is for..

mad khaz: ahh...sememangnye sentiasa malang

ili said...

agree with athee.
haha. nice blog btw.

Luqman Safwan C.M Fauzi said...

ili:thanks!