Sunday Morning.

[6.30 am]
"Bangun, bangun, abang nak balik dah."
Uhhh. *mengeliat*

[7.30 am]
"Aizat, Abang nak bertolak dah,"
Uhh. *mengeliat*
Gosok gigi, turun bawah. Hantar Abang depan gate ramai2, waves. Mama nak pegi pasar, so I dropped her at pasar, while I go buy newspaper.

[8.30 am]
"Hujan ke tu?"
"Ye lah Mama"
"Mama ingat kakak basuh kereta dia tadi"
"Kenapa basuh?"
"Ada burung berak atas kereta dia"
"Nak sarapan apa?" Sambung Mama
"Nasik Lemak. Teloq mata."
"Mama dah beli pulut campoq ikan masin"
"Takpa lah, makan lebih."
"Okay."

[9.30 am]
Bukak mata. Gelap. Sejuk. Aircond baru pasang setengah jam dah sejuk macam kat genting. *Mengeliat*

[10.30 am]
BUZZ!!
Sue buzz. Oh semalam dia ada buzz. Rindu kot. Lame tak chat. Dari kem Mokhdar haritu dia cakap nak sambung chat tapi masing2 busy. Takkan dia asek nak call dari Aussie kan?
Chat.

[11.00 am]
Oke lah sue, nak mandi.
"Okay"

Baring jap. Tengok syiling.

[11.05 am]
BUZZ!!
Oh Fatin pulak. Pagi tadi tga msg die tetido kot. Ah takpe. Chat jap

[11.25 am]
Oke lah Fatin, nak mandi.
"Okay, gosok badan guna berus dawai."
WT.. Kau ingat aku periuk blange ape.

[11.30 am]
Bukak mata. Gelap gile. *Mengeliat.*

Ah malas ah bangun. Graviti jangan di lawan, lagi2 waktu2 camni. Hitam, mata makin lega. Khayalan mula bermain2.

Sejuk.

Mekanisma.

"We always forget memory that we want to remember, but we always remember the memory we want to forget."

There is no everlasting memories, only memories that us will remember for a long time, or a short time.

Choice is the only weapon we have, to battle through this, apparently simple life. Wrong weapon, you're dead meat.

Given chance to go back time, I will, make the trip to the past. But I won't, ever, gonna change anything, even the smallest thing. No matter how silly, funny, ugly, horrid my past are, at the end of the day, when I think about it, it is still beautiful.

Although, there's one battle, I've lost terribly. Wrong choice, and the sudden end to a beautiful moment.

The choice will be there again; my belief, or the my feeling of sadness, and guilty, lonely. love.