imagine a glass ball in your hands. you want it to reflect the sunlight to make a beautiful life picture, so you toss it as high as you could into the sky, where it's closer to the sun. you believe, with all your heart, that in a moment you're gonna see something truly spectacular!
alas, you didn't manage to throw it up that high, and not only were you unable to see that picture of the glass ball with the sunlight behind it come to life, but down comes the glass ball and before you could catch it, it shatters to pieces.
it's beautiful in its own way, but it's not what you were hoping for. you drop on the pieces, the glass cutting into your arms and face.
are you gonna show up on people's doorsteps with the blood trickling down your face? are you gonna gather together with other disappointed people and lick your wounds together?
no, you shall not. you shall discover many other glass balls, and the strength you put into every throw differs. some may reach the sky and you can see the light bursting forth through the glass, while others would drop and shatter into pieces.
but still. there are a dozen glass balls in your life. the fact that you want to put all your energy into throwing them into the sky is enough. the will, the desire, the courage, and the strength. you're the strongest girl/boy in the world!
and don't forget. the ball's speed differs too. if there isn't any burst of sunlight or the ball doesnt come crashing on the ground, then it's probably still on its way to the sun. it takes its time, so maybe it's able to reach waaaay up and be really sparkly with all the sunlight emaciating from it.
get what i mean?
well apart from that. i'd just returned from a milk tea solitary escapade before meeting with Maya cousie to retrieve a copy of S.S sec 3 textbook. she had taken to the trouble of asking her friends for it, so i am really thankful for her. thank you cousin!
on the bus back home, had bumped into these 3 mats who were seated at the back of the bus, and they called out my name again and again. totally didn't recognize their faces at all, and then the middle one was like, "naqib punya kawan!"
and i'm like, "Ah." and that was that.
i dislike being called "adik Naqib". really, it's so damn frustrating. it's been going on for eons already, i'd be like passing by a group of malays and they'd be like whispering "eh adik naqib adik naqib."
1. i can hear you know.
2. my moniker ain't "adik Naqib". i have a name and it's E'indah!
another thing which irritates me about malay strangers that cross my path. sometimes they talk about me, clearly referring to me, things like, "seramnya rambut dia!" it takes a whole ounce of patience not to yell into their faces: "AKU MELAYU DOL, SUKA HATI AKU LAH!"
had drawn it when i was done with my english paper 1 on friday, but sadly had to throw away all used papers. hence i've brought it back to life. isnt it just beautiful? be a snail, y'all. slow, but at least there's movement.
people aint gonna step on you cause you're the strongest person in your world, okay? okay. we all are. we shall someday gather together to praise our strength and courage.
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