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Ever since semester started, i feel like i'm one of those regulars at the amusement park. Studies are whirlwinds and the professors are so passionate on what they're teaching that i feel ashamed of myself for yawning.

I really need that passion i once had.
Motivation, where art thou?

I caught my cousin smoking, on the other side of the nescafe bar. -__- He asked me to keep it a secret. haih. (that was random huh!)

Malaysian Student Leader Summit, such a big thing. I know i'm gonna feel so puny compared to the others. What have i achieved? All i've been doing is writing these metaphorical things while eating apples. Go figure.
I kept asking myself these days ;
What have i done to help society?
What have i contributed to the ummah?
NOTHING. What a sore loser Sarah Iqbal.

Anyways, Nazriq wanted to read my new material of my monotone works. So, here you go Nazi! ;)

shades of meteor dust blinds our
imperfect perception on how
life should be lived.

we swim the atlantic hoping
for a remedy.
we climb liberty seeking
for an empathy

musical notes fill the air
with hopefulness,
we dance in regards of
our train rides.

we wish to be fold as papers
neat as a river flowing
facing the sunset across
chao pharya river.

Criticisms are welcome, thank you.