Randomness

1. I can't believe that i have no time to blog anymore.......... I miss this HanafeeSabrina. =(
2. When i am writing, I type and delete, type and delete, and then google definition, google words... just to make sure what i write is ok and the grammar is correct. But heck, it is so time consuming and i think i have no-confidence-in-writing disease. Damn. I hate the fact that i am not a good writer but I'm awesome in editing and proofreading. =P
3. I'm already involved in 6 projects and the 7th is knocking at my door. Too many business processes to install in my mind. I feel like my hand is already full but it is safe to say that everything is still under control. My own expectation is high and i don't wanna disappoint myself.
4. I don't know what to blog anymore. I wanted to blog about my engagement but it feels personal, I wanted to blog about work but it feels confidential. I wanted to blog about what i see, what i hear, what i think.... but then... why should i blog about it? Why? Why do i have to share with everyone and make it public? Why? There are things that we should just keep to ourselves. Because the moment we let it out, it might change something. And that something is very subjective.
   
5. I don't like this post. Too many "I"s.
   
6. Hmmph. It took me hours to finish this post. *sighs*
7. That's it. I filter my words.
   
8. Whatever.
9. Ok. I think i should stop now.
   
10. Bye.
    

Gone too...

Trivial updates.

Pergh.... lama gila tak blog! Too tired to blog after work. Sometimes tak tired mana pun, but i am just lazy. Dengan laptop yang kejap kejap mati, and internet at home yang sucks, slow sangat, i cannot stand it, so i don't blog.

Tomorrow is Monday and keje and patutnya sudah tidur sekarang but i am waiting for a call.

I sleep early. I think the girls yang pernah 1 room 1 dorm with me at school at college knew that i am an early sleeper. Sleeper? Haha. Funny. Whateva. I think the only thing that makes me sleep after 12 is midnight movie. Hehe.

Ops. Hanafee is calling! Hehe. Bye blog!

A short Poem

Honesty in all earnesty,
Passion in love and life,
Hardwork and modesty,
For value of life we strive.

Intelligent design and believe,
believe that hope drowns sorrow,
We shall if we need stay naive,
and hope that there's a better tomorrow.

And we shall hold these words in our heart,
from now until the end of day,
till soul and body chooses to part,
forever I promise these word will stay.


-Hanafee Abdul Rahman-

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Perdition

"And He Gripped me Tight and Raised Me From Perdition"

I woke up and watched the rotating fan on the ceiling. Like any other day, my eyes was blinded in the beginning by the ray of sunlight beaming through the open space of my curtains. Already I can hear the outside bustling world of cars and motorbikes and trains and trams. I blinked a few times. Sat up on the side of my bed, and then faced the ray of light straight in the eye. I wondered for a second, if today, I would see Him again. Like that night. The night He gripped me tight and raised me from perdition.

Perdition means hell. Perdition means eternal damnation. Forever tortured for the days spent in a way-ward manner. But there are many hells. There is the hell we've all grown up learning about. And then theres our own kind of hell. Our own brand of hell. The hell we put ourselves through due to guilt.

And I Left A Mark Burning Red On Your Right Shoulder As Images of Demons Chasing After You Shivered Your very Own Humanity.

The cold water was running down my whole body as I felt the five fingers on my right shoulder. I turned the warm water off and stood in front of the mirror. I moved my body to the side taking a long look at the hand print on my right shoulder. Red, Burning, as if to indicate how tightly He had gripped me. To raise me from the demons, to raise me from perdition.

It did to an extent.... shivered my humanity.

Earlier, I had looked at the stars. Why me? Why do I deserve to saved?

"You do not believe you deserve to be saved?"

No.... I dont think I deserve any of this....

"It is a terrible feeling... to feel like you do not deserve grace... why do you shoulder this burden? Why do you allow yourself to be crushed under the weight of the world?"

Because... I know no other way..

"You are loved my son.... If you are kept here... it is because there is task you must finish..."

--tears welled up--

What if Im not strong enough?

"Have faith my son... I did not make you weak..."

Months after that.... I walk the same path he had lain before me before perdition. Before Hell, torment and torture. Only now... I know... I am stronger. Because I have faith.. there fore.. I am stronger.

The End

Too much space is.....

Dangerous. Especially when your girlfriend is Summer.