my best ex-friend.

i'm so boring, waiting for abang parid nak go' to tuituion haha. batahwaaaa si farid ni haha, kata pukul 4 laa. anidah pukul 1600 haha.

oh about the title, just now amal tanya aku "if kau ada problem, arah siapa kau gtau qip?" suddenly, teingatku arah seorang kainat ni. i called her best ex-friend. haha. why? because,

Pretty words roll off of your tongue
Come out of your mouth heard by everyone
So convincing I believed it for so long
Still I can't figure out when you were wrong
... everything you ever said would ever make this right or guilty
Now you say you wonder why you're my BEST EX-FRIEND. (8)

hahaha. from amal's ques, you can figure why i called her that way.

life isn't going better for me.

i just noticed something odd about me. i'm like two identical guys with different personality. macam dirumah, i'm so invisible. meaning to say that aku dirumah diam ja. while at school, i'm so like entah haha. hanya mereka yang tahu. kan qif? au jaa. oh au. entahlaa oh, i'm not saying that i'm pretending to be happy. sigh. i'm so miserable dirumah. no one even care anyway haha. sampai meng-complainbh ku arah cigu zurina. zurina or zulina? ah antam ja haha.brr haha. lagu alesana ni lagi buat aku stress haha. tapi lawa lagunya. <33>limited.
ARGHHHH! i love 'em and i know they do love me as well. tapi last time, aku kana teriaki just because aku suruh mamaku rehat. macam, ia complained yang she was not feeling so well, so aku suruh rehatlaa. then.. kana marahi lagi tu kan. sebagai seorang anak.. yoh beceta hahaha. a lot of problems i have to endure and such endurance can lead me to be insane! and later, my insanity will lead me to do something i shouldnt do. mcm, cutter tangan. hahaha so lame!
life, its obstacles aren't so easy to avoid neither to be broken.

boring ku wahai sekalian umat

Tadikaaan, haha apakan.

Box pencilku hancur berkecai uleh si amal! Maaaaal, baik kau balikan aku box pencil yang sama, tapi paksalah kau bali marigold tarus tu hahaha. :DD kau tu punya pasal. Balikaaaaaan!

Hahaha beforeku takan lagi tanganmu pakai kuku. Kali ni ku takan pakai pisau bagus mwahaha. We were so boringgam, so we did something that we shouldn’t have done it haha. Tapi dibuat jua, eeh amal tu punya pasal! Rawrr~ yohapakan hahaha. Aaa, apa lagi oh?

Eh you know whaaat?! Ada this one hot guy, he is so like beauty and the beast haha apakan qif? Entahlaa. Brrr. boringku yoo haha. mcm kan mati boringnyaa. haha bh okaylaa, CONGRATS TO OBAMA!

wohooo~ haha apaan. bh sayonara!

demam, brrr!

hamba, selaku pemerintah.. apakan? hahaha. aku demam, haa. i didnt go to school tadi cause aku demam. majal haha.

i just wanna share this un-true story with you guys.
TAKDE KENA MENGENA DENGAN YANG HIDUP ATAU MEREKA YANG DALAM 7-FEET-UNDER!

A Day Rained By Memories.

I walked on the wet and dark street. Some street lights were left switched off. There wasn’t any car passing by me. I depended on my blur vision –I couldn’t see any more clearly with 2 meters distance.—and my thick sweater that kept me warm and saved me from being soaked by rain. It was raining heavily. I could feel they were falling on my sweater’s hood as gravity pulled them downwards. Uninvited water entered my shoes. That was the time I walked uncomfortably. Songs played on my ears and I could see the direction of the rain below the functioning light. Houses were not so opened for those who want to come.

I kept on walking and rain seemed didn’t have any sympathy for a broken-hearted guy walking on the street. Broken-hearted, that was me. One Last Kiss was singing on either side of my ear. I shouldn’t have listened to this goddamn song. By the time the intro started, in my conscious, I was dragged unwantedly back to my past. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of her, whose soul I once loved. I shivered by sharp cold. It ended so fast. I desperately wanted to forget every inch of her memories in me. Was there any book titled “steps to get over someone called ex”? No, there wasn’t. Leaving was an option for her. I should’ve changed leaving to breaking. I never thought it could end sadly and left me nothing but memories that I couldn’t get over of. It was obvious that I was pretending everything was okay. I tried so hard to bury it deeply and deeper than seven-feet-under. I was hiding from her. Hiding in a place where she couldn’t even see my shadow or smell my scent. My arms shaking to death, it was very cold. My mind was still on her, but not my love. I had made a promise to myself that I would never come back as we took our steps, not even a glimpse of her.

Just a few more meters ahead and I would reach my home. It wasn’t raining heavily as it did a couple of minutes ago. My shadow showed up as I passed below the street light. I stopped and looked at it. Just a few seconds and I continued having a not-so-sweet walk to home. Step by step, I finally reached my destination for that night. Took out my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. Stepped inside, closed the door, headed to my room. House was quite and dark, everyone had gone to sleep. I switched off my air conditioner and on the ceiling fan. I took off my wet sweater and gave myself a towel to dry my almost-wet body. I took off everything and ready for some hot water shower. I had only a few minutes on bathroom, cleaned myself, clothes and done. Entered back my room, looked on the other side of the wall as I walked and now off the fan and on the air conditioner. I was supposed having a great sleep and dream by this time, but I wasn’t so sleepy. Turned on the music, volume was set just enough for me to hear the song. Tell Someone Else by The Years Gone By, it said “like every chance I see you, is another chance I get to walk away.” I did it sometimes to her and I would’ve been regretting it.

I stared at a box full of our belongings; love note, presents, anniversary memories and a picture where I kissed her at her birthday party. I opened it, took out the picture and looked as I reminisced the moment. I threw it back and shut it off, took my cigarettes and went to the balcony, had some dirty air from cigar was just okay from thinking of her all the time, though I was still thinking about her. I couldn’t forgive her, nor forget her. Her absence pleased me, her memories tortured me. Soundlessly I walked and laid myself on my comfortable bed. I wouldn’t be hoping for her to appear in my sleep, but to have a new day without a single thought of her would be perfect enough for me.

THANKS FOR ALESANA THAT HAD GIVEN ME INSPIRATION TO WRITE SUCH SHORT STORY.

aaa, es-shit. hahaha.

hallo hai hai! haha. sorry semua, lama nda update. payahbh durang ni, mun nda aku, nda be-update blog ni. so lets start baby! yohapaan, haha.

aaa, first of all happy new year *lambat 10 days. eh ndapawah haha. still young. apakan. so, at school tadi.. kima diorang ni, nda skulah! akubh sorang. okay fine, bye! apaan. esh apa ku write ni? haha. emm, its raining. heavily rain. semua wet. beg, seluar, baju. sampai dream pun jadi wet-dream. hahaha apakan qif?! apa apa? shaddup~ hahaha. aku boringwah. dammit.

KAMU KAMU! beb, you know whaat~ hahaha. uppsy. tadi si RUBY beceta, waah.. panas mahn! hotter than a boiled liquid gold. apakan. hahaha. panas udah tu qip. aaah, kau diam! and, apa oh? apanya~ haha apakan. fiction tu, nanti tah aku nyambung.. nda moodku nyambung haha. okay, bye sayonara! mwaamwaaa. fucklaa. hahaha.

btw, link www.muziboo.com/thaqif :D one song has been uploaded. haha sampat.