Having landed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of performing poetry (!!!) at Sharon Bakar's Poetry Reading (again, !!!) was an amazing, amazing thing.
But.
(that darned word which brings a world of meaning (and at times, resentment))
The parents had decided (all of a sudden) to spend this weekend, yes, the same weekend as the poetry reading, in PD.
Now.
I am grateful for everything God has given me. I know that a lot of people out there, do not have the opportunity to even consistently have food on the table, let alone splurge on a holiday.
But.
This is probably my (only) opportunity to perform, not just to any crowd, but in front of people who actually appreciates poetry and literature. People who actually get it. And to put the cherry on the icing, people who could make a difference, if you prove that you're good enough.
Although, on the flipside, following them to PD and cancelling on the poetry reading may be the one chance to prove that I am not selfish, contrary to popular belief.
(Not that not following them is really a choice anyway.)
We all know that choosing the dangerous path of ditching one's parents/family has its own grave repercussions.
So I am now, trying my very best, not to blow my brains all over the floor with the fact that I have just turned down the one opportunity, the one i've been waiting for since I can remember, by comforting myself with the fact that I am doing the right thing.
The event happening on Saturday has again revealed my deepest insecurity and fear, of rejection.
I am honest in admitting to myself and others that I am not the best or even close to being a good writer, or poet for that matter. I lack the skill, style, and experience. I lack the exposure. I lack the practice/effort.
(and blaming it on writer's block will get me nowhere, as have been proven time and time again.)
I should, truly buck up and start making a start. I should learn from others instead of demoralizing my own self for lacking the same skill as others. I should I should and I should.
Stop being so bleedingly irritatingly insecure, dagnabbit.
These next few days (probably weeks too) is gonna be rocky, I believe.
Emotional rollercoaster ride.
This semester have certainly ended really unexpectedly. Or will end, for that matter. I can foresee it already, hell, I think it has already started.
Each semester there's drama, this semester however, It was a silent killer, creeping up behind us and overpowering us all.
A black smoke. When everything was cleared, We see different people around us, unexpectedly.
Inevitable? Perhaps, but I know I tried my best. I cannot force the horse to drink the water if it doesn't want to now can I? I can drag it there, force feed it but if it doesn't want to swallow, I can only stand there and be bitter about it, which is really only going to cause unnecessary pain to me.
I've tried, and since that's all there is left to do. I leave it all up to you now.
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Life is unpredictable. Which amuses me in so many ways. How it all turns out, works out, or don't. But the balance, the 'coincidences', all planned by God. Which to me, amuses me even more, and reaffirms my belief that God is Great.
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Hope.
I never believed in it before.
I shouldn’t start now.
But I did. And it hurts.
And it never failed to. Hurt.
Penantian itu penyeksaan.
Tapi itulah hakikat kehidupan.
We can only plan. God decides.
Tapi susah. Susah untuk menerima kenyataan.
Susah untuk menerima hakikat sebenarnya.
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I care too much about people. To the point where it kills me.
To those I care for the most, I have the tendency to be selfless with them at times.
I know, probably a joke to those who knows me, as I can be bossy.
But it's the things you don't see, the things I don't either,
until, something happens, when the little things that you do for the other person
is suddenly highlighted, and things you never knew you kept.
is revealed. ugly truth.
when you feel taken for granted. every little thing you do, surfaces.
and you find yourself on a bullet train, trying to stop.
but the brakes have long given up.
you're on your own.
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An afterthought; why do the people I care about, tend to fall for complete assholes, who are rude, mean, incompetent, selfish, two-timing bastards, arrogant and so on and so forth, but they still, for reasons I absolutely cannot comprehend, admire them and praise them to high heavens? I am dumbfounded.
itulah persepsi semua orang terhadap engkau. aku kan, bukan jenis orang yang simpan grudges. aku susah nak benci orang. benci tu is such a strong word. tapi. aku bengang. kau tak habis habis ungkit perkara lama. dimana kau yang tak dapat tahan kritikan yang constructive, yang diberi dalam cara yang sangat civil, tapi kau masih tidak dapat menerimanya. ok. your choice. tapi, tolong jangan nak blame kami untuk keadaan kau sekarang. you did it to yourself.
aku bukan nak bangkitkan perkara lama. cuma aku musykil, dan aku agak irritated. terhadap diri kau sekarang. depan aku kau baik. aku tak tegur kau pun, tapi bila kau tegur aku aku takdela ignore. aku layan. sebab kita ni saudara islam, aku takde la nak putuskan terus kan. plus aku takde la bitchy sangat sampai nak ignore dan buat muka terhadap kau. tapi tolonglah. jangan depan aku kau baik dan nak buat conversation tapi di alam maya kau sedap hangat blame aku, dan rakan-rakanku, for your current predicament. please.
kau, should learn to be able to take criticisms. its a fact of life, because we are not perfect beings. plus, if you can't stand the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen. kalau kau tahu buat, tahulah juga menerima consequencesnya.
faham?
dah. ini mungkin kali terakhir aku sebut tentang kau. aku penat. aku penat jadi baik terhadap manusia, dan in return aku diperlihatkan sebagai orang jahat. aku tak tahu kenapa I give a two cents. I dont know why I bother.
alangkah senangnya jikalau aku jenis orang yang boleh indifferent. dan terus menerus buat tak tahu tentang orang di sekelilingku. mungkin aku akan lebih aman begitu.
a place where judgments doesn't matter and freedom of speech is applied. where you can see the state of my mind. truly. nothing ever matters in the end. nothing is real. unless you make it.
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