Thursday, December 29, 2011

"Tak payah nak visit historical sites sangat la."

Lawak. Gila.

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

Kepada dia yang tahu ini untuk dia.

Sungguhpun kita seakan-akan tak dengar teguran, tak hayati tazkirah percuma yang pernah diberi, tahulah, kita dengar. Kita hayati. Tapi kita takut.

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

Christmas Eve: In all the meaning it holds.

Suhaili called me up to ask me to go to Maher Zain's concert with her. Then, she had an extra ticket, so we invited Jasyu along. On the same day, I met Nasyim at the site. And he said that Deanna was asking us to gather.

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

"That's your house right? Okay, not going that way," said the kidnapper (a.k.a. ME!)

It is a beautiful day.

This is what friends are for.

Notice the tears?

Thursday, December 15, 2011

No tear shed.

Proof of the heartless, thoughtless.

Unsent Letter

Somehow, I wish we could still be friends. Sometimes, I wish I could talk to someone who knows me in and out. And when I think about it, I realized that once upon a time, it was you. But...not anymore. Now, it's like we're strangers. And I hate that. But...I guess that's the path that we both chose. Here's the thing. Your mum once asked me to tell you when I have forgiven you. IF I could forgive you. And I do. Forgive you. And I'm sorry too. -s

"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."

It's true. I know it to be true.

And because of this quote, which everyone seems to know, you'd think we have all learnt our lesson - and appreciate the people we love and the time we have with them, more often.

But that is never the case.

Because we forget. We forget that time is of the essence. Or rather, we too are fools, never ever thinking that the last time is the last time. It just simply never crosses our minds.

And the memory of the last time?

Before you knew that it was actually the last time, and that you'll never have it anymore, you catch yourself smiling and laughing with happiness and joy when you replay it in your mind.

But when it hits you, the memory only cease to kill you.

I used to replay those memories in my head over and over again. Until that memory
almost killed me.
"To die in your arms is such a heavenly way to die."
is a big FAT

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Ombak Rindu: A screwed up fairytale.

You either have the screwed up storyline with the fairytale ending,
Or the fairytale with the screwed up ending.

How beautiful it once was.

How incredibly ridiculous it all really was.

"When I step into that cinema and watch that movie that's based on the book that was our book, just know that eventhough you didn't hit me like he hit her, you hurt me more than he hurt her..."