Ceritakudulu

I had come to the end, Of a journey I’m in, There’s no more path to the front, And it is a farewell time. Its two years long, You have been my companion, You came when I’m alone, And then I begin to learn. You’re a beautiful person, You’re indeed special, You made my day better, You’re a great friend, forever! I’ll never forget this bond, A friendship we created along, Even when I’m gone, Within you they exist, fzikuz and Ceritakudulu. Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim Monday, April 25, 2011 Farewell Every beginning will have its end, and I found that my time had come. I'll always be there if you want me to, please contact me if you have anything in mind [ fzikuz at gmail dot com ]. Thank you for your never end support to Ceritakudulu!  |Creator   and   Author| Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim "Farewell" Ceritakudulu

To express my thankful toward your respond since the day Ceritakudulu officially involved in blogging, I hereby present the first e-book created under Poem's label. Inside are the collection of poems that have been published in this blog since 2009. To download the e-book, click HERE . "For every words written, its telling me how small and vulnerable I could be,  how fast time had moved, and how much I had changed"

I want everything, But I know nothing, I hate to be lonely, But I love to be with nobody. I’m happy with friends, But I am a foreign, I’ll be there when they cried, But if it’s me, I wiped mine. People love when I smile, But why don’t I? I’m in love with stories, But I don’t know what it means. But the end of this writing, There really is nothing. Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim Sunday, April 10, 2011

Click the picture for enlargement. It's Not Perfection Its contain an important message to all of you my dear readers. I hope that the values inside this piece of work would help you, in any way it can, so then a better day will be waiting for you and for us. P/S: I'm working on making my writing much better without MS Word. So, please bear with all the wrongs, ^^

On a journey, people said we will meet lot of man, wise in his wisdoms and varied in his perceptions and I found one of them from mine. He knows that I was worried, kind of loss in my way, so he offered me a help. After a long walked, we arrived at a river and the old man said to take a rest first because we need to cross it later. I lifted down my bags, relaxing my shoulders, lean against a big tree while the old man seated right beside me. He asked me about many things, where do I came from, from which family I was born, how old my parents are, why do I take this journey, to where I plan to head for at first, and into whom did I heading for. Feeling curios of this kind of personal matter, I asked him why he wants to know because this could be the first and last we met. “It is indeed not matter to me, but for you, yes it is. I have no interest to know about you in the first place son, but I want to remind you about things that you may forget. I met...