Bertebaranlah


Ya, bertebaranlah cari rezeki… bukan bertebaran cari bola golf, ya? 😑

Budak kampung lembut ni pun tau what’s what…

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Sugar

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The sublime  R e z a   R a h a d i a n   M a t u l e s s y
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The more the merrier? 😉

Baperrrr….

Been  watching  his  movies  nonstop  for  the  past  several  days,  starting with “S u r g a   Y a n g   T a k   D i r i n d u k an   2” at the bioskop 😉

Unlike my BFF of yonks who thinks she has a chance with a Tony Award-winning Broadway actor (who has a lot of time for his fans, admittedly), this realist knows that even though the probability that R e z a  plays on the other team and rides the Hershey Highway is almost certain… it doesn’t make a bleddy difference. As covetable as he is, we might as well be living on different planets ~ his world and mine… never the twain shall meet. He’s just a dream.  A fantasy.  An escape.

My mental  escape.

My escape from all that beleaguer and weigh me down. An escape from what IS to what I wish things WERE.

I am just so T-I-R-E-D  of the way things are now.  The way things are going, I don’t think there is any change in sight and the prospect of that weighs me down like no other.

So I escape into the virtual arms of this talented, insightful, sensitive, intense man… whose immense talent allows him to play a myriad of vastly different roles to the hilt, like no one else can. A consummate actor whose dark good looks don’t exactly make it difficult to glue my eyes to screen, either 😅

I want my own  Dr.  S y a r i e f.  I don’t want to have to dumb down anymore.

**pics are from the @official p i l a r e z  IG account.

Morpheus Jokes

Orang tua-tua kata mimpi itu mainan tidur.

I had the strangest dream last night, of The Cat in the Hat. He’s an old friend from a time in my life that I would rather forget. The Cat and I had, we had a strange ‘dynamic’ between us.  We were attracted to each other but I was his BFF’s “squeeze” at one time, so even when it ended between his friend and me, hooking up would have been … awwwkward.

He and I, we are both Leos. Our temperament, our character, our gregariousness (although his tended to be on the over-flamboyant, sometimes cringe-making side 😅), the way we wore our hearts on our sleeves… we were alike and got on like a house on fire. The reason why he is called The Cat in the Hat is because he has a penchant for linen suits, garish ties and straw panamas, worn with great panache and a flash of the debonair. The Cat is good-looking, being of Sino-Russian blood. He has a heart of gold too, which made me warm up to him so much more compared to his BFF, in retrospect.

The Cat left the country many years ago, to start life anew in the country of his birth, where his Mum is. We have lost touch completely, although he is still in my friends list on the Facebook account that I rarely (if ever) log on to.

Last night I dreamt that he came back to KayHell to take me back with him to that sleepy seaside town on the English Channel. When I told him I can’t possibly go with him, he said you’re mine.

I never appreciate anyone laying claim of ownership on me because I belong only to God… but in that dream I remember getting the warm fuzzies hearing him say that.

Oh dear. *rolls eyes*

I don’t know and don’t really care about the subliminal messages that the dream may contain. Perhaps I am just missing the easy friendship that he and I used to have.

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Grace

We are living in such a graceless society. Not many people have the grace or the willingness to return a good gesture even with a simple thoughtful message.

IMHO, dealing with people with humility, appreciation and grace is a sign of class, of good upbringing.

Then again, what was I expecting?

😐