To a quiet slumber

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Is it dark yet?
Or is it just me?
Who couldn’t see,
In the brightness,
Of the scorching sun,
As the light reflected,
On the surface of the ocean,
Still,
I am in darkness,
Cold and silent,
Shivering and sweaty,
With shaky ground,
Pulling me down,
To a quiet slumber.

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Ally’s Thoughts: When We First Met (2018)

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Hi everyone!

To be honest with you guys, I don’t remember the last time I went to the cinema. Previously, I would watch new movies every week. As for now, I’m not that active anymore. However, I spent my weekend watching movies on Netflix. Yes, I tried the free one month subscription. Mainly because I wanted to watch one Netflix original movie, When We First Met (2018).

I know some might say, this is just a typical romantic comedy with cliche plot… Do tell me what movies are not considered cliche nowadays. All I wanted to say is that, its all about how we enjoy watching it.

For those who are not familiar with my segments, this is not a movie review. This segment is my random thoughts about the movie. Usually I will talk about my experience discovering the values in the movie. Without further ado, lets get this thought of mine started.

The synopsis:

Noah spends the perfect first night with Avery, the girl of his dreams, but gets relegated to the friend zone. He spends the next three years wondering what went wrong – until he gets the unexpected chance to travel back in time and change that night – and his fate – over and over again.

Imagine this, you were given the ability or a chance to go back in time and do things that will fix the errors you made in the present time. You try to fix your relationship for example. However, whenever you changed something, things will changed in the future as well. Whatever you do come with consequences or so called the butterfly effect.

I believe we all experienced this before, ‘If only I can turn back time and do this…’ thinking when we regret or unsatisfied about something that happened. I have been in that kind of situation countless of time. However, I would just take a deep breath and accept it and move on.

I have a firm believe on things happened for a reason or more. I don’t believe in coincidence. It’s just which perspective I would look when something happened. No matter how bad things are, we don’t have the superpower or the capabilities to turn back time. For us, time just move forward without waiting us. If we get left behind, we will be left behind.

Simple way to put it, if you spent your young days doing meaningless things and that realization came very late to you, you can never get back the youth you had. All you have now, is the coming old days. Whats worst is when you started to regret without the strength to move on.

I know how tough it can be… especially when the things that happened was really heavy. You feel that the world fall on you and you can’t get up at all. The first person that can help you is yourself and not the first person to reach their hand to you. To me, if someone reach their hand to help you but you don’t want to help yourself, things will be hard and might now work out.

It is important for you to find the strength to help yourself first and only then you will be able to appreciate more the helps and supports from others.

Which is me?

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I place down my head,
On the puffy pillow,
I closed my eyes,
My head starts to spin,
The world around me,
Round and round,
As my head lean heavily to one side,
Everything splits,
Which is the reality,
Which is the illusion,
Which is me?


The fact that it is the National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and I did not participate. Reasons? Primarily, my packed schedules, workloads, and I couldn’t focus much on writing.

Ally’s Thoughts: 2 Years Already?

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Good day everyone!

Just now, I received a notification from WordPress about the anniversary of my blog. To be honest, I totally forgotten about it. However, I do remember that last year I was so excited about celebrating the blog first anniversary.

I’m sure some of you have noticed that I wrote lesser compared to last year. How less? According to the stats here, I wrote two posts in January, three posts in February, and three posts including this one in March.

What’s happening to my writing life? To be honest, I don’t really know either. It’s definitely not about my passion or enthusiasm for writing. I still want to write and keep working on this blog but I don’t know why I can’t really come up with anything. I guess that is one reason.

The second reason probably because I don’t really have time. Maybe I couldn’t make any time for it. To tell you the truth, I haven’t touched a single book ever since the new year began. I have a book in my bag but I never really took it out to read. I spent my time more into gaming and other than reading and writing.

Even completing this post feels difficult right now.

Work should be mentioned as a culprit as well! We had just finished our Chinese New Year company celebrations, Penang and Kuala Lumpur. The preparation was exhausting but overall, it was fun. One of the best parts was, I went to Penang for the first time and one day was not enough! Hopefully, I will be coming back to Penang and enjoy more of the foods available. I had food coma too.

I also lost my grandmother few days after Chinese New Year and ever since I was feeling sick because of flu. Currently, I am still recovering from the flu. I think that is all for my updates. Oh wait, I have another one.

I will be away to Indonesia in few days. Where exactly in Indonesia? I will travel to Pulau Bawean.

Hopefully, everything went smooth and will come back and live to tell the tale.

The fine typical young executive

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He looks smart this morning,
Wearing an ironed white slim fit shirt,
With a black skinny slack trouser,
Paired with shiny black leather shoes,
Carrying a brown classy briefcase,
The fine typical young executive,
Yet,
There he was,
Standing still in front of the railroad,
Waiting for the next train to come,
With a weary tired looking black eyes,
Staring blankly to the void,
Which my eyes couldn’t see.