first love.

people say that first love is the most beautiful thing that had happened, but some say it might be a nightmare for them. its kinda interesting if you look closely at it. for me, it is special. it is something that the first thing you would ever do and try. for let say, it might be the first thing you would say to a person you like or love, e.g.; i love you or i miss you or even i really cant leave without you. all the sentences would be the first time to say to somebody besides your parents or bff's since this is the first love. an elderly said that, even her age had almost reached 70, she had never forget her first love. it was a permanent memory in her mind. even you are married, have children, or your children's children, you would still remember this as a beautiful moment or a horrible moment. it is eventually up to each feelings. now, im still not over it and im kinda liked it. :)

armload

its late, but i cant sleep. the reason for this isn't in the dictionary book. i have nothing much to say. its just, tomorrow is a schooling day, and its a bit suck. why am i so lazy you? please give me a self reminder which is the exam wont be over until the end year school holidays. but next year will be worst. i cant even bare to thing such thing. maniac! full stops.

freak.

 Samantha wrote :: 

Its been a while since I first met you. I’m a bit confuse with all this problems. I like you. you like me? Its seems to me, it is the most stupid question that I’d ever ask. But, I really need to know weather your feelings are the same for me. If it is, then we can to be together. Forever if we tried to. My mind keeps flashing back to the past. I cant seem to forget the things we went through. It’s a bit rough, a lot of pain, several cuts, and a dash of bleed. It’s a whole pack called desire life! You may think it’s a funny thing to say, but you don’t even have a clue about desire. Let me start this story from the most beginning.

            All of this begins at the official school holidays in December. It’s in the middle of winter. Icy cold is everywhere. Wet side walk, snowing the whole day. Not my favorite season to pick. Back to the story, we were in the seventh grade. The whole year we were in same class. Although we were in the same class but we weren’t friends at all. I know a little bit about you. For let say, only your name. You were so quiet, not like me. I’m like the class clown. Making loud noises were my passion. It’s a funny thing to describe myself. Well, it’s true I think. Continue, then, one day, I receive a message on the phone which I don’t know who is it from. I did ask who is it..

stops here.

c.e.o

Rindu jugak aku kat mr. blog ni. oh blogger! tiada ape-ape cerite menarik hari ini. hanya ingin menyatakan ape yang terlintas di hati. manusia, makin lame makin besar, makin sibuk, makin tua dan seangkatan dengan nya. aku betul betul tiada mood malam ini. aku cube untuk senyum tetapi hampa. tidak terukir juga. cube untuk berlagak happy, tapi ternyata ia hanya lakonan semata mata untuk mengaburi mata kasar. hakikatnya, hati aku pedih, entah kenape. menyalahkan orang kerana sakit hati, padahal mungkin salah diri sendiri yang aku tidak sedar. maaf jika siapa siapa yang terluka kerana aku tapi kau harus tau aku juga terluka. 

due tiga hari ni, kau tak layan aku. aku keseorangan. tiada teman. mungkin mende ni nampak ringan. tapi aku terase dengan perbuatan kau. dan walaupun kau sudah meminta maaf, aku masih terase. mungkin kau cakap aku terlalu sensitif, tapi itu hakikatnye. aku tak boleh ubah. aku rindukan gelak tawa kau, tapi kau juga yang membuatkan aku tidak boleh menerima itu semue. pucanye aku juga kurang pasti.

maaf jika tersilap bahasa atau terkasar bahasa. kau tau perasaan aku kat kau kan?tak payah bagi tau..

tumbling (a)

its been quite long since the last post, i almost forgot about this. nothing much to say. its July now. so many things had happened in whole month of June . happy stuff, sad stuff even the most stupidest thing had happened. 

a short story might be a good one even though not so very interesting.

the full moon is up. there is a girl and a boy holding hands, 

making their way to a small park. 

sitting on the green grass.

the girl starts the conversation.

girl: the moon is very beautiful tonight.

boy: yeah, as beautiful as you, my dear. 

(with a sweet simile on his face.)

girl: you just saying that to make me feel good. 

(silent without a word)

em, do you love me?

boy: (no answer)

girl: do you love me??(she repeat it for the second time)

boy: em..

girl: you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. 

(the girl gets up, and left without saying goodbye) 

the boy was a bit in shocked and didn't do anything.

the night ends with unexpected reaction.