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I’d Say; Yippie Yea Ho!
October 22, 2008 | |
“If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.”
This above was taken from sidi’s friends’ page.
I heard of it before just never really understands it until just recently. When i am feeling it too. When this happen to me. Then i understand the relevance.
Today was a fulfilling day as well. Except no tutor at night. I am waiting to do my Maghrib prayers. Have no plans for tonight except continue reading Haruki Murakami’s Blind Willow Sleeping Woman (the correct title) and maybe watch tv.
Am worried a bit about money problem tho. I dont know how am i to resolve this. Although i know rezeki ada, but i cant just things just as it is. I have to do something. I have to make money.
But how? Ive tried to do some writing (this is where niat menulis bertukar untuk duit semata) but to no avail. My tutor is not bringing in a lot of money either. Enough la to eat or car oil for a week or so. I want to do some typing work; which my mom is currently doing, but since i am so busy, i dont have the energy to continue working after work except getting the tutorials done. I mean, my mom pun nak cari duit lebih jugak. i guess id better continue writing something and get it sent and published. I cant sell any of my comics or books anymore as all thats left are my faves; that are too cherished to be sold.
Well, maybe not. Maybe i can sold some novels.
Coming back to Haruki Murakami’s short stories; there’s another three that i have read last night. The one titled The Mirror was a rather scary one for me. Where images of yourself is more frightening than anything when in the dark. I have chills reading it. Whereas A Folklore for My Generation is about friends of the author who were known as Mister and Miss Clean. Clean as in perfect. But weirdly enough (or not) there’s something wrong with them. And weirdly, the story entitled Airplane is about a guy who slept with a married woman, unconsciously recite a poem-like (talking to himself) about airplane. But the thing is these stories, although how baffling they are to me, is interesting that i cant put it down (or close it shut) even as i am sleepy and all i want to do is close my eyes and rest. Even now, i have this desire and urgency to pick the book up and start (continue) reading.
Today was not bad. I manage to talked to him twice. Oh no, three. Its all good. But i havent seen him all day. Even though we are in the same office. That’s the way it is now.
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