Diari Seorang Gemuk
Minggu lepas pergi Kl Sentral jumpa brader Meor tengah busking, dia kata 'eh..badan dah berisi sikit'
Sunday, May 29, 2016 Fendi Rocka 2 Comments
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Do not enter where too much is anticipated. It is the misfortune of the over-celebrated that they cannot measure up to excessive expectations. The actual can never attain the imagined: for to think perfection is easy, but to embody it is most difficult. The imagination weds the wish, and together they always conjure up more than reality can furnish. For however great may be a person’s virtues, the will never measure up to what was imagined. When people see themselves cheated in their extravagant anticipations, they turn more quickly to disparagement than to praise. Hope is a great falsifier of the truth; the the intelligence put her right by seeing to it that the fruit is superior to its appetite. You will make a better exit when the actual transcends the imagined, and is more than was expected. – Baltasar Gracian
Monday, May 23, 2016 Fendi Rocka 3 Comments
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016 Fendi Rocka 2 Comments
“Talent is a piece of God’s shadow. And under that shadow, human stories intersect” – page57
Monday, May 09, 2016 Fendi Rocka 5 Comments
Just how did Cal Cunningham -- a twenty-five-year-old bookstore stockboy who is new to Manhattan and who has never written anything -- publish a bestselling novel that sells to the movies for a million dollars?
Sunday, May 08, 2016 Fendi Rocka 6 Comments
Apa kabar hari ini? Lihat tanda tanya itu,jurang antara kebodohan dan keinginanku memilikimu sekali lagi.
Tidak Ada New York Hari Ini
Tidak ada New York hari ini.
Tidak ada New York kemarin.
Aku sendiri dan tidak berada di sini.
Semua orang adalah orang lain.
Bahasa ibu adalah kamar tidurku.
Kupeluk tubuh sendiri.
Dan cinta-kau tak ingin aku
mematikan mata lampu.
dan masa lampau memasukiku sebagai angin.
Meriang. Meriang. Aku meriang.
Kau yang panas di kening. Kau yang dingin di kenang.
Friday, May 06, 2016 Fendi Rocka 2 Comments
Wednesday, May 04, 2016 Fendi Rocka 2 Comments
Moga Tidak Kalah Di sebalik perkhabaran membanggakan adik aku mendapat semua A dalam peperiksaan, mak aku masih menanti laporan da...