2013 just another number

2012, 2013. It doesn’t matter to me. To me, semua tuh just sekadar nombor yang tak ada significant in my life. Sebelum habis 2012, people was like havoc cause someone said it’s gonna be Doomsday just because Mayan Calendar habis masa 21.12.12. Every year my calendar ends at 31.12, still tak kiamat-kiamat sampai sudah. But anyway, all that is crap. Nobody can predict when is The End, not even Rasulullah S.A.W.

Let the matter of Doomday rest in the Hand of God. I just wanna express what I felt when I saw how people celebrate new year. This is mainly about the Muslim brother and sister. About what the people around me masa celebrate new year. Semua tunggu countdown sampai 12 malam. Kononnya nak welcome 2013. Lepas tuh dekat Facebook, Twitter sibuk wishing everyone “Happy New Year”. Itu boleh tolerate lagi la. Ada yang excited terlebih pasal new year. Macam lah dapat apa-apa kalau celebrate new year.

Then yang almost semua orang akan buat. Azam Tahun Baru. Typical azam “Tahun nih aku nak jadi bdk baek”. Dude, you don’t need new year to change. You can even change at the very second you think. Mulalah berazam itu ini. Entah apa-apa entah. Semangat buat azam tahun baru sampai list berkilometer punya panjang tapi sampai ke tahun depannya pun tak berubah. Sama juga.

The most “AWESOME” way to celebrate New Year is pergi tempat-tempat macam Dataran Merdeka or KLCC then kumpul ramai-ramai. Campur laki perempuan. Terkinja-kinja lagi teruk dari Psy punya Horse Dance. Countdown pukul 12.00 malam then menjerit-jerit “Happy New Year!” Ada yang lagi extreme, dah lepas terkinja-kinja, masuk hotel, masuk semak dengan couple yang tak sah. Tunggu jer la bulan September nanti. Ada lah tuh kes buang baby.

Both Explode. Both go BOOM!. People go scream hysterically when both explode. Both got red sparkles. The different is that the firework red sparkles is from the gun powder, the bomb's red sparkle from the blood of the martyr.