Wednesday, 18 February 2009

...

saya dh x tahan lagi

please

faham lah

pengalaman hidup slalu mengingatkan

kita x selalu dpt apa yg kita mahu

saya x mahu applikasikan ayat nasihat itu atas apa yg terjadi antara kita

saya masih mahu kamu,

walau apa pon terjadi

saya tetap kuat

masih mencari peluang utk betulkan keadaan

Ya Allah,

tunjukkan lah apa yg sebenarnya yg Kau aturkan

aku terima segala ujian daripada-Mu

kuat kan lah hati ini menempuhi sebarang dugaan..

amin.

Tuesday, 17 February 2009

situasi 1

saya accident

mati ditempat kejadian

dia,

wtf??

.....terima kasih banyak2!

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

masih dara kah saya?

haha...saya sedikit malu utk publish kan tajuk di atas

koleksi perbualan 3:

kawankecilsaya: ni siri 4, ni siri 2,3 ko trnsfer lah ae? aku mau gossip girl

saya: baiklah. owh, ni de cite hantu itu, yg dulu aku ade bgtao

kawankecilsaya: uih, takot lah.

saya: jom lah kita tgk bersama

kawankecilsaya: bile je?? kita dh hilang masa bersama2 ketika kita dara dulu. sekarang kan dh kahwin dgn kerja.

saya: mengangguk2 bersetuju dgn statmen itu, walaupun agak ironi


p/s: saya tidak suka tgk muka risau kawankecilsaya stiap kali saya mengadu tidak sihat itu dan ini. begitu bersunguh2 dia risau. bertakung air mata. "kau jgn tinggal kan aku sorang2 tao"
katanya bersungguh.

last words

saya penat lah....

saya penat berusaha memahami perkara dalam hidup

saya penat saya selalu sakit

ya betul, saya selalu sakit

bukan utk tarik perhatian siapa siapa

mungkin sakit saya hanya pada mental, bukan fizikal. munkin dua duanya sekali

tapi sejak akhir ini, kawankecilsaya sering komen, antaranya:

sudah nampak tulang di tangan bila kamu angkat botol air mau minom

seluar ko dh boleh bernafas la aku tengok, tapi...x cantik la pulak mcmni

betol, saya sgt sgt penat, letih...

ikut hati, mau saya cari hidup yg x perlu hiraukan

kerja

duit

isi hati

siapa2

saya mahu hidup untuk Allah..

satu satunya tujuan hidup hanya untuk Allah.

saya sudah sgt penat dan sering sakit

sukar utk rasa bertenaga dan sehat utk satu hari

sudah lupa mcmana rasa itu.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

koleksi perbualan 2

saya: idlan saket perot ke?

idlansigigitumpul: ha, saket pewot? tak!

saya: sure?

idlansigigitumpul: of course~

saya: cit!!

koleksi perbualan 1

toooot...tooooot...
sari berita utama.

saya: kenapa pakcik ni mcm letih je baca berita

babahfren: bukan mengantuk lah, puase.

saya: puase? kan dh mlm. selang beberapa saat..1.2.3 ooooOooo dia blom buka lg ae?

hahahahaha

tahniah

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Littlest Things

"Littlest Things"
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend
lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
Iknow its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on,
Tell me
Is this the end?
Drinkin' tea in bedWatching DVD's
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
when I was feeling down, you made that face you do
There's no one in the world that could replace you
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?