January 2010
"it's not a war, no, it's not a rapture."
Fara, I officially hate you right now. Bloody hell you spent 150 bucks on just clothes?! I wish I could. Tsk tsk tsk. Shall we see what you bought? Yes, we shall. Hmm, a french coat (hmph), a leather bag (pssh!), a print tee (damn you), a -pair of jeans (what the hell), a pair of black shoes (-__-), a pair of animal print high cuts (okay this is getting annoying), a pair of jungle boots (ARGH)...
“and if you leave here, you leave me broken and shattered alive”
– Franz Ferdinand.
"words that mend things that were broken."
My adorable niece is here. Oh my gosh, he’s so cute! He’ll surely grow up to be a handsome guy. HAH. Sundays are so sleepy. That sucks, doesn’t it love? Yes, yes it does.
"so here's your holiday."
Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some covers share some skin.
Tomorrow’s Monday. Ughhhhhhhhh. School assignments totally conquered my whole bloody weekend. And I barely even ate for the past two days. I was so busy sleeping and studying when I forgot to breathe properly. But I haven’t forgotten you - you were running through my mind all day. Don’t you ever get tired of...
"but now i've gone to throw it all away."
Arguements of being perfect.
Me: Dear,
D: Yes?
Me: You're kind of cute.
D: No I'm not.
Me: Well then you're perfect.
D: EH.
Me: What? Shocked?
D: Yes... You... you said I was perfect...
Me: So?
D: (Silence) I'm not perfect.
Me: To me you are.
D: I'm not perfect.
Me: I know, but you are to me.
D: I'm not perfect.
Me: I know.
(Silence)
Me: But you are to me.
D: -_______________-
“run away with my heart, run away with my all, run away with my love.”
– Wherever You May Go.
"come break me down."
My sincerest apologies, my friend. I didn’t mean to be rude - I had too many things on my mind at the time. I’m still missing you, our childhood still lives inside of me.
I wonder what’s Danial’s opinion about this - just so I could hear his wise words again. And well, hear him speak english (very cute) Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
P.S. Leave me alone, get out...
The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars.
“she’s not beth cooper.”
– I love you, Beth Cooper.
"sometimes i'm scared of you."
“I freaking hate your boyfriend. He is the fuck-iest guy in the world. Short and fat - I pity you, getting a boyfriend like that.” Hmm, if you were in my shoes, would you want your own friend to say that about the one person you love? I’m sure you want her to at least respect your decision to be with him, and respect you by keeping quiet about whatever shit you want to say about...
"winds of change, i hear your voice."
I can’t believe I’m up at 10.55 in the morning. BLOODY 10.55! Arghhhhhhhhhh. So much for sleeping through Saturday. Now I can’t shut my eyes with all this racket going on in the house. Dad’s rock songs, sisters’ talking and mum’s cooking with the radio on - complete chaos! I would already be bothered by the sound of footsteps, let alone that. What a way to start...
"let's see where we can go."
I’m apparently very hungry today. Ate three times by the hour. Heh. My sister’s boyfriend gave me that “grin” of his when I suddenly danced. It’s not funnyyy! Okay maybe it is - but you’re not supposed to laugh! EVIL. Well, my plan for tonight is to write. Write, write, write, write.
"i can spend my life in this sweet surrender."
The weekends are booked for studying sessions with my little dudes - Mus and Amirul. Thanks for being there for me when life got me down. But you still owe me my book.
Sometimes, for no reason, I just want to say “FUCK YOU!” and dance around in the rain. But I don’t as I am afraid the police will catch me and put me in a mental institute. Scary, no?
"somewhere we went wrong."
D: Hug?
Me: Hmm, (points to cheek)
D: (Kisses me on the cheek)
Me: (Points OTHER cheek)
D: (Kisses me on the OTHER cheek)
Both: (Hugs each other and says "I love you" at the same time)
D: I have to go.
Me: Wait I'm not done yet. (A few seconds later) Okay now I'm done.
"a splinter in my heart."
It’s kind of sad really. Guess I’m the sort who’ll linger when the credits roll, I still can’t leave the picture - the picture I hold in my heart. There are roads that’s left to travel, bridges left to burn. There are songs that I haven’t writen, lessons left to learn. Reasons left to fight, you to kiss goodnight. So hold on, hold on tight. It makes me mad...
“she could be a super model on every magazine cover but she won’t ever mean...”
– Jesse Mccartney.
“you’ve got to love yourself if you could ever love me.”
– Lifehouse.
“i don’t understand what happened to our love. but baby when i get you...”
– Boys Of Summer.
"love is the funeral of hearts."
Me: Do you like her?
Fasiha: Uhhh...
Me: Is that a no?
Fasiha: -__-
Me: Right.
Fasiha: I never even thought of liking her. And you're asking me this, why?
Me: I was curious. Wondering if anyone shares the same dislike for her as me. But I liked her once - when I lost my mind.
"i don't want to be friends."
Teacher: The test is over. So you fail. What's the point looking for me after it anymore ?
Me: (Silence - I... don't... know)
"the party don't start till i walk in."
I’ve been craving for some Fish & Co. mint candy and Mark & Spencer cookies and probabbly some Ben & Jerry ice cream and mabe some gummy bears and a bit of Mccafe wouldn’t hurt but at last I resort to Granola peanut butter energy bars. Whoopee.
"and it takes my breath away."
I tried to pay attention in school - but half of my mind would still wander else where. I kept yawning and yawning, and I couldn’t resist but put my head on the table and write in my book. School can definitely be considered boring - but I like to think of it as a learning journey - an important one. A really long roller coaster ride which makes you sick, but you can’t get off just...
