Valentinizing Me

Valentine is not our culture.

Galantine is served from the butcher.

Clementine is sung by someone older.

Helloween is not either.

I don’t celebrate Valentine, whatever paradigm against or embracing it. Yet, I do enjoy romantic movies, every kind of profoundness involved.

I bumped into a series of recorded Me Before You movies. It was awesome. I love the chemistry between Lou and Will, the couple combination of silly girl and conceited boy. Like mine 🙊


Lou was hired as cheer maker for Will, an eligible bachelor who had everything in his life. Extraordinary career, good and healthy shape, and of course someone to love. An accident put him into zero. His whole body, except his head, got handicapped, not able to move by himself.

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2020: Out and out Illusion

I was so eager to make traditional dumplings, or known as siomay. The ingredients were so many to learn, so I decided to combine it with the ordinary nugget recipe. I didn’t use chayote, but change it with tofu and tapioca, instead.

I drank a sachet of Nescafe classic after iftar. It had a strong effect to my being awake, until the day went to another.

The night of enjoyment by watching Klasika, singing and dancing at times 🙈, and wrapping the dumplings. The clock showed the short needle heading to two. Less then two hours to sleep and a civilized time to prepare for sahoor 😬

Passion unleashed 😬

At once, splashed in mind, what if I failed to wake up, which might led to the whole failure in the house. Mom, the sunshine and the crowing cock 🤓

Read: Sleeping Hard

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Weeping Season

Dear Adam,

I remember how hot you were. Me, singing She will be loved, tried hard to put myself together after a serious romance accident. A bastard cajole. Wait, no, no, that’s too much. Let’s say it’s a business-I-shouldnt-talk-about.

You’re not a guy I’m up to, anyway, and I’m not either 🙄 Should this be explained explicitly? 😏

I mean, yeah, you’re hot for some chicks. Your songs did that job. Your tattoos spoke others. Still, I thought tatoo expresses that hardcore music. Yours don’t belong to it 🙊

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A Visit

To admit your own weakness, is to actually feel that you are completely a human being. You have power over other things, but you’re still a creature, not a creator, however.

After keeping the amount of burdensome confidentials for years, I finally have to raise the white flag. I need to be healthy, no need to be admitted that I’m strong. To survive my years backward until today is the original proof that Allah wants me to stand up straight and carry my own weight (U2, Stuck In A Moment) 😃

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The Spicher

One day, Shena came home with tears. She said, her teacher yelled at whatever she asked, also made a slap at her cheek sometimes 😨 At home, Shena asked me everything and I replied well. She thought it would be the same at school. No, of course, her teacher was so ‘old-way’ 😂


Jemi and I had made a silent committment, based on our own educational past, that we wouldn’t interfere too far. I was about to get angry, but I also wanted her to face the real world. So…
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Octo-26: Who’s Strange?

In the public car, there are people, usually old or middle-aged women, who by coincidence looked at Moldy, from head to toe. I looked at her back to give a smile of acquaintance or just a glance, to ensure if I had a chance to start a counseling chat. Hehehe, it’s been adhered on my mind, I have to make someone know about deaf, although just one ☺

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An alive butterfly brooch

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