Questa è Enida

Kerana kita ini manusia. Dan kerana manusia mudah cenderung kepada yang negative, berbaik sangka itu menjadi sesuatu yang perlu kita ajar diri.

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That is how I started this entry. I fell asleep for 38 minutes after writing it, though. Apparently it was a tough battle trying not to sound like I am preaching. My intention was just to tell a story of ‘berbaik sangka’. But I suppose, as human as I am, being positive is a conscious and constant decision.

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Anyway, the story is pretty simple. A friend mentioned on Twitter about this FourSquare application that I myself just got the hang of. Well, just for the fun of checking in at places, ya know. The difference is, the users get points for every check-in. That is about the only ‘game’ I play these days for points.

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So okay, the friend was a bit annoyed with someone in her contact list who would check in at every mosque or prayer room visited. This friend went on saying that God needs no apps to check a soul in to heaven. I rolled my eyes! Oh did I ever roll my big round eyes, I tell you, when I read that comment. 🙂

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Look, mister… since when does Facebooking, Twittering, FourSquaring and internet-ing have anything to do with God? People check in on FourSquare to let others know their whereabouts. As simple as that. More often than not, people check in just to annoy their cool friends with pictures of cool places, drinking some cool drinks with other cool friends. But if they are like me, the Questa è Enida, I check in to collect points. FourSquare points. Not pahala.

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So my baik-sangka is… Other people are probably very much like me.

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Written on: May 5th, 2012

Published on: November 17th, 2014

The reasons for the this entry being published only today:
Because I just wanted something to be published. Because I have not been writing. Because I have not been reading my own writing for ages. Because I feel like I am going insane if I kept on NOT reading and NOT writing any longer. Because I can. Because it’s there (my blog is there, or here, for that matter). Because I imagine if I do not write right now, I am just gonna go to bed dead. Not that I was much alive anyway. But for the rest of my life, let there be words. Not light. Light can go out on me for all I care. Just let these words be me.

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