you are what you read.

i may write my views.
that might appeal to yours.
or even oppose to your beliefs.
i may write my heart out.
to let your hearts know that i, too, know.
i may write long, or short.
i may write jargons.
but words are never jargons to me.
you may succeed to despise my words,
or fail to hide the sense you get in them.
try as you might, do your very best, for trying is living.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Thinker


I sit down. My mind opened, I think hard. I learn, then, I understand.

Pic: NHH, Columbia University, Manhattan, New York.


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Everyday, you learn about yourself.


I once lost my passport, my identity robbed;

only to find a bit of who I am, different, enhanced by wisdom, later on.

Pic: NHH, Ground Zero, Manhattan, New York.
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2012...

it's been a while.

oh boy. and i forgot how to write.

maybe this is it for now. while I unwind the tangle in my head.

welcome back, Nurul.
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