Liberty of Baked Earth

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains drop to model a word. There's a few more of my favorite thing which is being zealous . We hold the immunity of nationhood but did I ever said that we should grip it so it wouldn't slip to another traitor. Grip it with firm spirit. Sleeping flag-waver rest in peace. Their departure from life after bloody combat is history. We are the forthcoming, therefore we are the chosen  guardianship.  And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well don't  you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue…

The nite of Merdeka yet Ramadhan such a miscellaneous mix. I celebrated Merdeka minimally. I went out with friends like any other ordinary day. As a reminder, it’s Ramadhan. I’m  active at other day where it’s sunlit by moonlight. Late in the evening, Zakiyy fetched me to breakfast with him. Fuck You! It’s not a date. Lol. Unfortunately, it was a last-minute plan so we were fogged from any idea of where to go. Ultimately we went to Jaja’s place and break fast together.  After adhan, we just drink good fresh drink and then… we ordered the food. Weird huh? By the time, I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs away from those two person who slightly discriminate smoker. Again.. fuck you! Haha

After that, we went to fetch Mel and hit the road to a place where we could appeal the scenery of fireworks (before went hookah at Ampang )but sadly there is no celebration of the night. I forgot that government restricted a little bit tight of happiness due to respect Ramadhan. Accordingly no fireworks. Good indeed. But as for me, the fireworks is a symbol of liberty. I could amend the sound of cannon and hear the yell and tears from the applause of people. I felt vintage of that feeling. Otay. I got no time for grand philosophy, I barely keep my head above the tide and I practiced  cross my heart to God of His salvation.

p/s: Btw i updated my blog a little bit slower. thats y i still stuck at this entry. LMAO