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Sunday, June 20, 2004
It’s a very nice day. Yesterday, balik kampung, Kg. Kesom. Met my grandma, Tok. She looked very old and tired. Bile ingat2 balik mase kicik-kicik dolu, rase nyesal. Since I was a little child, my grandma and I always disagree with each other. Ade2 je mende nak fight, nak gadoh. Tok suke sangat bebel panjang2 sampai bingit aku rase telinga ni. Kire aku ni cucu yg degil lagi kepala batu dan kurang disayangi la..
Now she’s older and looked torn all over. Rase cam nak nangis pon ade. Naper dulu kitorang slalu gado ek? Hish.. mmg cucu yg derhaka.. Aku balik kampung, Tok sibuk nak kasi aku makan itu ini. Habis semua biskut kering, buah mempelam, rambutan, pisang yang dia simpan dia kuarkan nak kasi aku. Cold fried chicken pon ade! Terharunyeee…. :’) Sayang nye aku kat dia… what if one day she’s gone? Waaa waa! No! no!
Pastu, this morning. I woke up early so that I can catch a cab to town. Promised my boss to meet him for a meeting with a client in Awana. So, while in hurry I don’t get the chance to salam with Tok. Usually, sebelum balik aku salam lu ngan Tok. Pastu Tok slalu kasi duit skit. Kate dia, “nah, ambik buat minum teh tengah jalan nanti”. Today, no pocket money from Tok…
I dunno.. I’m afraid… I’m afraid if one day I go back to kampung, Tok is not there to welcome me home. Da x de nak sambut aku… da xde nak kepoh-kepoh nak jamu aku.. nak bebel2 aku sbb aku malas, suke bangun lambat, and suke kacau adik2 sampai dorang nangis.. what if..? no, I cant imagine… I love u, tok.. :’( I love u so much.
haVin' thiS FOoLish ThOt at 1:25 PM


This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....
..: mY bUTt :..




- + F.R.I.E.N.D.S...
- + eiii marah nye...!...
- + the ring...
- + hurm.. ade kemajuan... ;p...
- + today...
- + happy sunday...
- + dammit...
- + yeah baby..!...
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