For just once

Salam. Its good to be back. (Is it?)

In our life we do have wishes and till this very 21 years old of mine, Ive burdened my parents with gazillions of super-rubbish wishes that they have replied with various ways but with the same meaning.

NO. or just GO AWAY.

Saad. So much for loving parents doting over their kids. Heh.

But never once in my life I make time to really ask my parents, what do you actually want from me? Or is it FOR ME?

Never. Never. How ungrateful. Thats the problem. They always tell me the same thing. Never the ever-changing-every-five-seconds gazillion things. They tell me to

1) Never forget Allah.
2) Do us proud. If even you are not able to make us proud, dun ever do something that will put us in shame.

These two advice will be my family heirloom. I'll definitely pass 'em to my kids. (Sorry future kids, there'll be no money to pass to you, only advices. eh, dun fuss, be grateful remember? *evil laugh*)

Ibu, Abah, from now on, I'll promise for once at least before I die I'll try my best to make you proud. (even if it happens in 10 more years, please bear with it. Its the most unfortunate that your daughter is a late bloomer.*dun ever think of disowning me nowww*)

So guys, love ur parents, no matter what. Even if they are hovering you like a G6, its because they want you to become a Soyuz someday. HEE

Sedar

Langit luas, bertebaran
Cerah kah? Mendung barangkali. Entah
Mata menipu, Hati berdusta
Akal. Kau mahu percaya?

Desis langkah laju
Toleh belakang
Angin sahaja temankan aku
Ya, aku seorang
Sesat? Tidak. Kaulah itu

Hati tak ada rasa, sudah penuh bata
Berat.
Hati tak cantik mana, sama rupa
Tak, tak perlu dijaga
Pijak sahaja.
Jangan risau, dia tahan lama

Langkah walau laju, mata semakin kabur
Kenapa? Waktu. Dia hasad
Ketuk daun kuat bunyinya. Kosong lagi.
Masa mahu cepat-cepat pergi
Nyah kau.

Sepi. Ini hati tak pernah kenal
Tak perlu. Berjalan sekali sepasang bunyi
Sampai yang terakhir
Barulah berpasang-pasang
Tanah sahaja yang setia. Dan angin.

Unpublished romance (EHH)

Salamm. It has been lonngggggg since my last post.

Nah, there'll be nothing fun bout this post. I'll be a typical ladyblog this time. Heh

Being alone makes a series of reminiscence to come back to me.

I have no boyfriend for this time but of course, like any other normal girls, I do have something called infatuation which in my case I believe it is not that.

Do you think that infatuation will make you read his every status, blogpost, or anything scribble with his name on it?

I know, I'm getting insane. It is more than infatuation. I'm becoming a creepy stalker in the making -big gulp.

This one fine boy, ehem you, has long makes my heart flutter. Thank god ure still in Malaysia. Believe it or not, my girlfriends tot I was joking when I put ur initial as the name on my hardisk (iknowcreeppyyehh) and when sometimes I stated Mr Architect when being asked about the profession of my future husband, they laughed.

No gfs, I love all of 'em and I did not blame 'em. Our 'thing' is sort of unpublished romance. And back then it was not a secret either. Haha. How I loveeee those days.

Being in different U give me the advantage of having a bit of pride as I can stalk and get updates bout you from far. (psst, no one knows i'm still stalking you. muahahahha)

Even my LLB 'muse' was not that special you know! (Thats because he got a gf oredi and I happen to like his gf too. I know, PATHETIC IS IT??!!)

Counting, it has been four years since we last met and I'm still can't get over it. Heh. You are something dude. Congrats. (like he cares...NO, PLEASE MAKE HIM CARES! *throaty cough*) Ohh, I should get a grip! *swoon*

To that particular Mr. Architect, If you come across this, please be noted that :
No worries, there's no grudge held against you. You are the sweetest guy who never make fun of my physical. Your mind is like a spin of web that sometimes I cannot reach you.

But I do wonder when we can start again. (Hopeful)