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I'm deep in thoughts. I enjoy diffusing myself in the world of my thoughts. I can spend hours just sitting quietly with my back resting against the creamy-white wall, with my film tape of thoughts rolling in a supersonic speed. Yes, that's a dreamy me. I believe that reflection is essential. In other words, Muhasabah. But then again, too much ain't good, for you'll be self-criticizing yourself all the time, eventually leading to a downfall in your morale and self-opinion.

When I was a kid, I wished that I can communicate with people not through verbal means, but via thoughts. Mental telepathy. Behold, the apparent communication from one mind to another without using sensory perceptions. Maybe that's one reason why I'm quiet by nature. But that wish was back than. A naïve me, perhaps right now, less naïve, more matured insyaAllah. Imagine that you have to constantly input a firewall in your mind to avoid being mind-read of personal thoughts. And knowing what's not meant to be known. Nah, but not to worry, I can't telepathy.