Sunday, October 23, 2011

Saya orang Melayu. Jadi saya blog dalam bahasa ibunda saya.


Pernahkan anda tertanya-tanya kenapa seorang perempuan menangis hanya kerana seorang lelaki? Mungkin sebab anda sudah terbiasa dengan auta bahawa perempuan memang suka menangis...

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,
Pandanglah matanya,
Bolehkan anda rasakan apa yang dia rasa?
Pernahkah anda CUBA untuk memahami apa yang dia rasa?
Berbaloikah dia menangis,
Dihadapan anda,
Hanya kerana anda?

Dia menangis bukan kerana dia lemah,
Dia menangis bukan kerana dia kasihan atau simpati,
Dia menangis,
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

Knowing what everyone else doesn't. Not knowing what everyone else does.

The difference between promises and memories?

You break them.

They break you.

I love it when the guy lets the girl drive.

Letting go doesn't mean letting go. Just like forgetting doesn't mean forgetting. It means pretending it was all a dream. And either thanking God that you woke up from the nightmare or wishing to God that you can dream it again. But you can't replay your dreams. Like you can't replay the past. So...yeah, life is like a dream.

So don't ever ask a person to forget you.

Because no one ever truly lets go. You hold on. To the memories. To the...that feeling of anxiety or tranquility or anything at all. Something in this world can trigger that memory.

And you can't erase people's memories. So just let it be.

And know, that dreams are reality.


Friday, October 21, 2011


If you asked me to
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

l'esprit de l'escalier

You know the feeling you get after a conversation? As you think about all the things you could have...should have said.

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

"Forgive yourself, and don't let it torture you...
You are more than that, you are a beautiful person, with a big heart and a beautiful mind...
Don't let one bitter experience tear that down."

I don't know. I don't know that I can do that.

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...

Yes. I love them. So much.

These are my girls. The ones that get me through the light, dark and grey. Morning, night, evening, afternoon, rain, shine, cloudy, name it. I remember those moments. The laughter that filled the spaces that I thought were for tears. The smiles that replaced the emptiness.

I miss you girls. I love you girls.

I don't need to flashback to 'us'. Because no matter how far we are, I know I'll always have you guys. Miles cannot break us. You guys keep me strong.

I remember thatPINKshirt. The stupid and crazy things I've done. Half of which you were with me. And the other half, you guys know about and keep me sane. Keep me alive. Keep me breathing. Keep me moving forward. I survived my downfall, because you were there for me.


"Long live the walls we crashed through
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

My Superman.

It was a wild weekend in KL. Very wild. Very crazy.

But the gist of it?

My lovely awesome sister saved me.

My Superman was always ALWAYS there for me.

I love you, my Superman.

There was a surprise birthday celebration for yours truly.

And Happy 2 months anniversary, my darling.
It's amazing that you remembered.
That's because you ARE AMAZING.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Here's this song I wrote trying to explain me.

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."