A Wary Journey.

It is a good morning, has a great sleep last night, followed by a night's breeze and a night's rain. The wind was so calm that I thought of not going to today's class.

I fractured my finger and yeah, it's kinda uncomfortable to type with only three fingers on left hand (with the other 2 bandaged).

I haven't been writing anything yet.

Things have become so wary, so indifferent.

Sometimes my mind would be clogged with my thoughts, my hand would start on writing, while lectures was going on.

We seem to wonder, pondering some thoughts of being different.
Different political views, different social status, different level of intelligence.
It just seems everything seems different.

Why, just why is this. What's all this.

The main thing that I want to talk about is, kawan, sahabat. Friends, comrades.

Why there exist a wall that makes us so indifferent between others.

We have putting too much of stereotyping others, putting them on a different level lower than us.  Thus, looking down on others. Thus, friendship discourage.

It doesn't happen to me, though it has but it's been long ago. I do feel some kind of feelings of those betrayed.

What I see around me, the people around me. Unknowingly, we tend to hurt others by back talking.
If we were honest, if we hold onto the light of friendship, we shouldn't be going anywhere then.

Why are you afraid to take actions to defend your helpless friend. Why are you afraid to face the consequences, if you so believe into the truth.

People are afraid. They become like iguanas, adapting into their own situation, lies and tell people how innocent they are. 

Yes. Just why.

Sure having some principles in your life won't make you any money or profit. But you do at least, have some dignity in your life.

"If I kill him, I am just the same as Uday."

-Latif Yahia, The Devil's Double.

Uday is the son of Saddam Hussein. 

Life, has so many sides.

Asyraf Amir. 20130910.