Thursday, December 29, 2011
Hari ni, lepak dengan member lama memang best. Awesome gila!
Tapi. Entahlah. Aku teringat tiba-tiba zaman jahil kita dulu.
Macam lah sekarang ni tak.
Tapi. Aku ingat rasa bahagia dulu. Sekarang, aku lebih bahagia. Kerana aku tahu, aku seorang yang tabah. Kalau tak, tak mungkin aku masih boleh berdiri.
Memori tak boleh padam, kan?
So make the best out of it. And have fun while you're at it. Let's face it. No one wants to look back and regret how we ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can."
But, remember, sure we'll look back at the laughter and cry. But I promise, you can look back at the tears and laugh.
I did it.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Awak tak tahu.
Sungguhpun kita seakan-akan tabah, seperti batu yang dihempap seribu kali pun tak musnah. Tapi kita sudah pun hancur.
Awak tak tahu.
Sungguhpun kita menjauhi diri dari perkara yang seakan-akan baik buat kita, yang seakan-akan boleh menjadikan kita "a better person". Kita tak mahu menjadi penarik ke dunia yang dipenuhi kegelapan.
Awak tak tahu.
Sungguhpun kita seakan-akan mengabaikan segala yang kita baru pelajari.
Awak tak tahu.
Kerana awak tak nampak apa yang disebalik tabir.
Tapi, awak berusaha. Terima kasih, awak.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
And behold, the outcome of the day.
Jasyu fetched me to teman her go do her hair. Instead of just waiting, I did my hair too. Result? You'll see.
Then, we went to Jusco to meet Nasyim and Deanna! *whom I miss so so so so so much!!!!!!!*
After, we went to my place and met up with Suhaili! After Maghrib prayers, we set off with my family who scored VIP tickets, thanks to my dad. *Suhaili, Jasyu and me had the normal ones.* And behold! While we were in the car, my dad got a phone call, telling him to bring his whole family. So we went with him.
We, the girls, sat at the group behind the MB. Only to find that Farah Najwa's dad was right behind us. So she came and sat with us!
After the concert, as we shook hands with the VVIP(s), Auntie Pah invited us over to meet Maher Zain in person. An intimate event they called "Supper with Maher Zain!"
So talking to the MB who is a UIAM/IIUM alumni and his wife, also an alumni of my college, Suhaili and Jasyu *who are law students, mind you* were quite quiet. *oooh. Tounge twister!*
Maher Zain came. We took pictures. There were fireworks. As in, REAL fireworks. Not the stupid love so-called 'fireworks', because that's just weird. Then, we had supper, at about 12AM. After which we went home and collapsed because of the exhaustion.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
"You never think the last time's going to be the last time - you think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't."
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
How beautiful it once was.
How incredibly ridiculous it all really was.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Everyone makes them.
Monday, November 14, 2011
And the eyes that penetrate through, with a whisper of hope in the wind, all the tears are given true (repost)
I wrote this sometime in addmaths back in MRSM Taiping. Now, I have no idea what it means! Does it even have a meaning?
You know, I scribble in text books and on paper that are slipped in the text books that when I open them after months...or years...I will suddenly recall the memories...but sometimes, I have no clue on what I wrote... It makes no sense...
Seeing this, I wondered if I have lost my mind somewhere in time. Then, out of the blue, BAM!, I understood. It only took a picture. One F***ing picture was like a PANG!
-I miss him. I miss her. I miss them. I miss you. I miss it.-
That's what I recall now. It means that when you look into someones eyes and you feel like you can actually see them and understand them, then the tears he/she/you shed is true...in a sense that it is what you feel and not just an act.
I got so frustrated at the fact that the people I miss...it's like they don't miss me back. It's not sad...It is UNBEARABLE!
Why? Why is it when you do give yourself to someone...whether a lover, a friend or family, they always let you down?
I took this personality test thingy, and I was said to be a pusher. No, I don't push people into something...I push people away. If they get too close, and start to understand me *or something like that* I push them away. I am a loner.
At first, it sounded like CRAP! But it started to sink in...and it is true. Shaik once had a conversation with me.
Me: But it's not enough.
Shaik: Or is it?
If you are confused, I'm not going to explain it because it's a 'in the moment' kind of thing. But it got me wondering...who was it, really, that didn't try?
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Seorang perempuan takkan menangis dengan mudah, tetapi hanya apabila dia mula menyintai anda, dia mula merendahkan egonya untuk anda semata-mata kerana anda.
Apabila dia menangis di hadapan anda,
Apabila dia menangis kerana anda,
Bolehkan anda rasakan apa yang dia rasa?
Pernahkah anda CUBA untuk memahami apa yang dia rasa?
Berbaloikah dia menangis,
Hanya kerana anda?
Dia menangis bukan kerana dia lemah,
Dia menangis bukan kerana dia kasihan atau simpati,
Kerana dia tidak lagi mampu untuk menangis didalam hati,
Kesedihan yang dirasainya menjadi semakin berat untuk disimpan.
Cuba ambil masa untuk berfikir,
Jika si dia menangis hanya kerana anda,
Mungkin sudah tiba masanya anda fikir kembali di mana silap anda,
Kerana hanya anda tahu jawapannya.
Kerana suatu hari nanti,
Ianya mungkin terlalu lambat untuk menyesal,
Atau terlalu lambat untuk mengucapkan “maafkan saya…”
Guys, kalau seorang perempuan menangis kerana anda, janganlah anda membiarkan dia menangis keseorangan. Beradalah disisi dia, menemani dia, kerana dialah yang akan setia dengan anda sehingga akhir hayat anda.
Guys, kalau seorang perempuan menangis kerana anda, janganlah anda meninggalkan dia selagi dia masih memerlukan anda. Kerana anda akan merosakkan hidup dia.
Guys, jangan pernah mengungkapkan rasa cinta anda kepada seorang perempuan selagi anda belum benar-benar yakin dan sedia untuk bercinta. Kerana anda hanya akan membuatkan si dia menangis dan sengsara...Mudah bagi seorang perempuan untuk berpura-pura melupakan cinta lamanya terutama cinta pertama, tetapi bukan mudah untuk membuang parut dalam jiwanya...
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Remember the first day
I can't recall
How we ended up this way
If you asked me to
Remember the first night
I can't recall
When you even start or tried?
*After all the silent prayers
After all the brief touches
After all of the stolen glances
I look away.
**As we say our last goodbyes
I never thought I'd hear you cry
Those silent tears will never die
Sorry it had to end tonight
Just keep us in our memories.
Maybe he was right
I let you in my life
I don't know why
I didn't try to pull away
I thought that we were friends
I thought that we were fine
But you took a step
A step too close, crossed the line.
After all the things we said
Or things we still left unspoken
I understand that you can't say
Even though you've gone away
Let's just leave the bridges burned and the pictures scattered on the floor.
No one will know. Well, they don't know.
That we have said our last goodbyes.
They'd never thought I've heard you cry
Those silent tears will never die
We knew that it would end that night
But we'll hold on to our memories.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
But it's too late.
The conversation is over. It's over. Fini.
Quand le vin est tiré, il faut le boire. But once the conversation is over, you're not getting it back.
How many times do we wish that we could go back and say something, or take back something we've said.
Surely everyone has dreamt about turning back time and going back to the old days.
Would our lives be better if we could?
It is impossible to answer as we will never truly know. However, that does not mean we do not think about what it would be like if it was possible. Some people say that if they could turn back time and had to do life all over again, they would not change one single thing. They would go through each and every moment like they did before.
Me? Personally? I have no idea. I have made mistakes. A lot of mistakes. And I mean A WHOLE LOTTA mistakes. I guess somedays, I wish I could change the past. Hoping that that would make the present more bareable.
Maybe that's why I'm so hardcore. Because of all the things I see now. Of all the things I do now. I've seen worse. I've done worse.
Here's a secret, once you past the boundaries, you don't stop. You push through.
And with friends like mine? Surviving is easy. It's the risk that's fun.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Do you remember the nights we'd stay up just laughing, smiling for hours at anything? Remember the nights we drove around crazy...
How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid
Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming long live that look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day we will be remembered." -Taylor Swift-
Monday, October 10, 2011
It was a wild weekend in KL. Very wild. Very crazy.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Something’s in my heart,
If you please, Pardon me,
I didn’t tell you from the start.
I don’t know why
Why I always lie
Pretend that I don’t cry
Acting like I'm so strong,
Ending up, I'm always wrong,
But please don't say "So long."
Throwing pebbles, throwing stones,
Sticks and stones won't break my bones,
But I'm all alone.
But look deep inside me
I pretend like I don't care, see
But I do. I do.
Every night I'm down on my knees
Praying to God, "Oh please,
Just save me. Just save me."
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
I was wrong.
Knowing doesn't necessarily have to hurt. Sometimes, knowing creates this...this connection...it builds bridges instead of destroying them.
I was always afraid of knowing because I always thought,
"What if the truth hurts so much that it becomes unbearable?"
Friday, August 26, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Out of nowhere.
His name came up.
Here's the thing. I wish he'd just forgive me.
I wish I never hurt him in the first place.
I wish I was good enough.
But I'm not.
The words that still rings in my ear.
"Sya, honestly...I kecewa."
Thursday, August 18, 2011
This question HAS been running through my head for awhile...
...it still is.
Pretty much, nada.
Or. Who the hell knows?.
I am scared of both. Taking it in and distancing myself from it....whatever 'it' is.
Taking it in means taking the plunge. Take that dive. Jump off the cliff.
The upside: Someone might just catch you.
The downside: Or you'll end up dead.
Distancing means pushing away. Creating spaces.
The upside: It wouldn't hurt like jumping would.
The downside: Missing out on a great adventure.
Here's another option! WHY DON'T YOU STOP THINKING AND JUST DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT?!
Monday, August 15, 2011
But I didn't.
I didn't think about it that day. Or the day after. Or the day after that.
So, why did I think about it today?
My friend, Alya, said something about being exactly where she was last year, the same time this year.
Then, I thought...I forgot about it. Completely.
I did not wake up that morning with tears streaming down my face or the twisted pain in my stomach. All that, no longer exist anymore, for me.
Just in case you read this, like you always had...
Because, that day marked the most amazing night of my life. Without you. Forever without you.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Not to mention EXTREMELY CRAZY!
Here's what I really felt:
It was crazy. It was scary and nerve-wrecking. It was amazing.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Baby, I'm missing you. I just don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t stand looking at those pictures on my shelf.
I though about you, Resh. You are in PJ. Your house is in PJ. I have been in PJ for MONTHS now. But I still haven't built up the courage to knock on your door and kick it open like I used to.
I'm afraid, for one. Because you were right and always have been.
It's not forgiveness from you I seek, as I know I didn't do you any wrong. But what I am sorry for is for concealing it from you. When it was the same day that I was supposed to meet you.
I miss you and all the retard-ness. That's what we were. The sisterhood of the retards.
God, I miss my best friends. And, dear, I miss you straight forward, outspoken truthfulness. This world needs more of you.
And less of me.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
But, now, I can breathe again.
And no longer with force,
I do it because I want to.
Because I can.
Finally, the waves have washed off the footsteps on the sands.
Finally, I washed the mascara stains off the pillow.
I did it.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The one I wish upon every night.
If I'm dreaming someone wake me up,
or just take me.
I see you walk to me,
But I am so afraid,
But I can't help myself from hoping.
Rather than sitting and eating. Making you a fat pig.
In the same day, you can feel happy and utterly miserable.
I'm weak. So weak. *slaps myself. "GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!* ...I'm trying.
I am trying my best to be strong and keep my head held high.
But today, someone told me that I'm different. And that's what makes me special. The best compliment ever.
Friday, August 5, 2011
And he was right. I've seen 3year old making friends. Refer to my post when I was a Kindergarten teacher.
Why can't we do that anymore?
How can I forget?
Some people are just too annoying.
Some are too good.
Too dramatic. Too pretty. Too ugly. Too normal. Too weird. Too serious. Too playful.
So. This is what I'm going to do. I'm going to put my guard down and make a friend today.
I mean, sure, she or he prejudged me. But how is she or he supposed to know what I am really like if I don't give them the chance, right?
Here goes nothing.
PEOPLE AND THEIR QUESTIONS.
STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS.
STOP BUTTING INTO MY LIFE.
IF I WANTED YOU TO KNOW, I WOULD TELL YOU.
I choose what to tell. And what not to tell.
I choose NOT to tell you...errr...maybe because I DON'T KNOW YOU.
I don't ask you, "Why are you being extra nice to that guy? Do you like him?"
I didn't even ask you, "Why are you telling me all these?"
I'm not stressed out. Just annoyed. Because I don't like it. Never did. Never will.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
To pass judgement.
Fav quote of my own. *who the hell quotes herself?*
Everyone has a right to their own opinion. But to what extend?
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
"BEST GILE! I wanna blog like that!"
Then, IT HITS ME! I'm a GIRL!
What's my point?
IT IS OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS.
Especially since I'm MISS EMOTIONALLY-RETARDED. You see, life's like that.
So here's an emotion I feel now.
...is that even an emotion?
*...errr...I don't care?*
Question: What are you confused about?
Now THAT is a long story. SUPER LONG STORY.
But let's take it as it is.
So you're stuck in a situation where there are only two possibilities...there's only two possible endings.
What do you do?
Do you wait it out? See what happens next? Go with the flow?
THEN GET HURT IN THE END LIKE THE IDIOT YOU ARE.
How many times do you want to get hurt before you just throw the game?
WHAT'S THE POINT OF ALL THIS ANYWAY?
You dream, hope...wish...AND THEN?
FAIRYTALES DON'T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE!
GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD!
But what if...
....*OMG! See that? I had to go and think "WHAT IF?"*
Anyway, yes. WHAT. IF. ?.
Maybe I do have trust issues.
Monday, July 25, 2011
It's not that I don't trust you. I just don't trust me with you. I don't trust you with my heart. Coz, what if one day you break it?
But when you held my hand, reassuringly, telling me that I have you, until when, baby?
For how long?
I'm not being insecure. I'm being realistic.
And it sucks. But still...
It's not like you were so different then.
But there's this other thing.
I'm not good for you.
You're good for me. But I'm not good for you.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Honestly, when he says he wonders if I don't feel what I say, I felt like knocking his head.
I feel what I say. Doesn't mean I say what I feel.
But, he isn't desperate. I mean, I'm into him too.
I'm just not ready, you know?
I need time. A pretty LONG time. But, still.
And he tells me he is patient. I hope he isn't the type of guys who only says things. But leave words as words.
You see, in my whole life, I pretty much summed up guys into 4 categories.
1. Who runs away from his feelings. (P.P.)
2. Who doesn't even know what he feels. (V or Bee)
3. Who shows how he feels but doesn't say it. (L)
AND MY PERSONAL MOST HATED
4. Who tells you and shows you...BUT NEVER MEANS IT. (ANJ)
But he has shown me how he feels. And he MOST DEFINITELY has told me...but whether he means it or not....I don't know. I guess, time will tell.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Because I understand. And that makes me hate it even more.
How you can't see that maybe its breaking her. To see.
Like it broke me. And it's breaking you.
Shit. I can't think properly. I can't think anymore. I can't think.
Just know that everyone has a past. But we have to get through it. Maybe not forgive it. Or forget it...but he have to let it go.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
When it bombs down on you.
Scary? But baby, I love you too.
Sure, I felt like running when you said "5 years from. 10 years from now, I want you there in my life." Which made you say, "Now you think 'OMG! He's crazy! He wants to marry me!!!' ...But that's how I feel."
But I guess it's okay.
But you have to learn how to tolerate my constantly changing mood swings.
I know I create this barrier between us when I'm with my friends or when we're around people. But I'm scared senseless. I freak out. I'm emotionally retarded...if anyone has read the last 100 entries of this blog. I'm twisted. And I'm in the midst of changing. But you?...
...You make me hopeful.
Monday, June 27, 2011
But i was sooo embarrassing when he and his friends stood up and applauded when I came in. I could feel my face turn red. Hihi.
But, damn it! My life is so perfect.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Children: That's a lot of NOs.
Louis: *Jumps and fell and hurt his knee. Miss Sya. *starts crying*
Me: *padan muka!* I told you, no jumping!..........*sheeetttt. He's so adorable.* Hmmm...come here.
Louis: *hugs me*
My favorite memory.
Louis: Not ME! Marcus!
Me: No. I want to ask you something.
Me: You speak Mandarin and French?
Louis: My mummy speaks Chinese. My daddy speaks Francais. I speak English
Me: Do you speak Francais?
Louis: A little bit.
Marcus: I wanna learn Malay.
Louis: I don't know how to talk Malay.
Me: I know Malay.
Louis: That's because you're Malay.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Today was the last day of work.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
It started with me being a chaperon to Ms. Arveen's class to Godknowswhere and by some miracle you were there too. Coaching a group of students in that sports that you play.
Then, of course we weren't going to the same place at first. But again, for some miracle reason, the place I was headed to was close so we decided to check out your game and your 'community'. A weird community that is.
So, I was half-hiding-half-hoping that you'd see me. And I could hear your voice. You were THAT close. SO close.
After awhile, I kinda went and made myself seen by going for a tour with this dude who may-or-may-not exist in real life. And you saw me. So you texted me.
I wanted to reply. I already typed it out. Something about me not having hard feelings or me being pissed off but I wanted to act like I'm fine or something.
Then, there was your dad...hmmm...things got kind of complicated. And I asked you to tell me the truth. You didn't. Because your dad was there. But the thing is, I already know about your 'community' and whatever...
You started to walk away. And I was supposed to let you go. But I felt something. A longing. A sense of belonging. I ran to you. I ran into you. And put my arms around you with tears in my eyes.
Somewhere between the horrified reaction I got from a bunch of people and this spark, you chose me.
Which was most definitely NOT supposed to happen. So something happened. Everything went out in smoke. And things zoomed out and the next thing you know, I was seeing the world. And everyone was on the floor. Fainted. Except your community type of people. They became worms or bugs. Colourful worms. Like green and pink and stuff...And the bugs can fly. And the bugs flew to this window and filled it up. And then, blackness. Like the world ended or something.
And I'm just watching it all in the cinema with my mum. WEIRD.
Then, we discussed the movie and I was like, the 'us' in the movie didn't end up together. Because the world ended. And even if it didn't, you became a worm.
*And in all honesty...it's heartbreaking in a weird what-the-hell-was-that kinda way.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
People make mistakes. Even if you can't forgive. Even if you can never forget...it's the moments that counts. And maybe, in time, with small baby steps...you can learn. And then, you grow.
I love you, guys. Penny, Reshween, Mai, Adib and everyone else. I know that I've made my own downfall...but I hope...I really hope you'd be there as I struggle to get back up.
p/s. I got a job at Tenby's Kindergarten! So adorable!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
But there are some things they don't. No one does.
So they have heard your story...which changes so many times...but they never heard mine.
No one has. Because it hurts too much.
You see, what happened on the surface was just another story of stupidity...but underneath that layer of innocence are plans, resentment, envy, fights, disloyalty, discrimination, plotting, backstabbing, lies and mostly...acting.
But like Taylor Swift's song Haunted,
"You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and its all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And its comin' over you like its all a big mistake"
"Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you"
Or maybe you'll understand Love The Way You Lie Part II,
"On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprise"
In other words...it means...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Haha. So there!
Maybe my life is not so horrid after all...
So I'm ecstatic! But at the same time...
...never mind. I should be extremely pleased with my results especially since I got 10A's!!! Some (mostly) don't even take 10 subjects. So there! Hah!
*sigh* I guess it is gonna be okay.
WOOT! WOOT! College life, here I come!
Hmmm...which brings forth the question...which college? Any ideas?
Happy Brithday My Darling Mai!
I just want to say that I LOVE YOU! And that life is HARD. And we just have to face it. BUT lucky for us, we have each other!!! So, lean one me whenever you need me, although you're older, you'll always be my dah-ling! And now that you are OLD-er, *hehe* please, take care of yourself. And take care of me too! *haha* Just know that I'll always be there for you. Anytime, babe!
Lots of love, kisses and hugs,
Monday, March 14, 2011
Like, who isn't nervous about their results, right? I know I'm not dumb *although I have done stupid things* but who knows, right?
Ergh. This is sooo stress-making.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Extras, by Scott Westerfeld
But, having said that, I like the series. Especially SPECIALS. They sound cool.
Anyway, the fourth installment is about a whole new kind of world. A new generation, after the mind-rain. And a new lead character named Aya.
In her world, it's all about Face Ranks. Like reputation. The more famous you are, the more things you get. The whole world is like a freaking popularity contest.
And Aya is just like any low-life girl in the world who cares so freaking much about being famous. She lies to get into this group and then kicks a story about them and this World-Demolishing-Device-Thingy.
So the creators of this devices are like chasing her to like kidnap her or something.
That's when Tally-wa a.k.a. Tally Youngblood a.k.a. creator of the Mind-Rain a.k.a. Most Famous Person in The World come in with 2 other Specials who are also Cutters to save Aya's butt.
Tally used Aya to get kidnapped because she wanted to check those monkey-like people.
And the next thing you know, noone is trying to destroy the world. They're creating a whole new world in space.
Tally's famous. Aya became the 3rd most famous person. And the end.
Seriously, I hate Aya. She's so brain-missing. Which means she's like idiotic.
But the book is nice. It's a whole new world kind of thing with really advance technology. Which is so super KICK. Which means 'Cool.'
The best part is that the book is kinda light. It's not deep. Yet it's not bubble-headed either.
And it uses such weird terms. Brain-missing. Kick. Bubble-head.
There's even this guy who invented this brain-surge a.k.a. brain surgery called Radical Honesty. You like rewire yourself so that you can never ever lie. You will always tell the truth.
But it's kinda fun, right? You can say things like, "But my brain is wired that way!" And mean it. Like, literally. Haha.
So I have been scrolling through some colleges and short courses, just for fun...
...That's a lie.
I need to think about useful things instead of having such thoughtless thoughts.
Oh. And if I apply somewhere else, I won't apply there....
It's almost impossible not to know. And to know? Oh my god. I wish...I pray...I hope...But I should not.
Can you UN-know something? Like have a brain wash or something.
This is one of those things, you know? When you know about something that you wish you didn't know. But the funny thing is that you wanted to know it so badly when you didn't....that is, until you know it. Then, you want to undo it.
Which is sooo terriby stupid. But, you can't deny that is is true.
So...in this particular case of mine...I didn't really want to know. But the more you find out, the more you want to know. And at the end of it all, you just wish that you didn't know anything because although that makes you seem stupid and bimbotic...at least, you're safe from the knowledge. Because the power of the knowledge...is the power to hurt you. And if you didn't know, you wouldn't be hurt.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I should send a gift.
Things are getting better. I can see the bright side of things.
I'm tired and sleepy.
But I can never stop. Or else...
Because in the midst of this dark cold winter,
I long for the sun.
But the sun melts the snow,
And without snow,
I rather not the sun.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
...or with them?
You wake up in he middle of the night and you think for a moment how you used to have that one person who would be there for you. You miss that person. I know you do.
I just wish you'd say it. Loud and clear for the world to hear. So that person would understand.
No one knows better than you do. It's your heart that you don't show. That you never show.
But when you lie in bed and look to your right, how can you not remember? How can you not recall? Some things are meant to be kept between us. Just us. And no one else.
But why do I still keep your secret?