
--here we were--
Well I have something to share with you guys here, as usual. This time, I want to write in English cause… I want to. So what? I don’t feel sorry if you don’t understand and I even don’t care what you said. ‘Martabatkan bahasa kita?’ ah, fuck off! Menteri pun speaking campur aduk. Okay, that is getting sensitive. Sorry.
--miss them all so bad--
Okay, have you ever liked someone no matter they (he or she) are your friend or your special mate, and at last they did something that could make you hate them? I have friends who felt the same way when their (referred to his and her cause friends I meant is a boy and a girl) mates did something they hate. I think it’s actually because of misunderstood in each other and finally the relationship didn’t work.
--without me? I don't know who took the picture--
The same thing happened to me. He was my friend. I don’t want to mention his name here and it’s enough if I just call him ‘Z’. Z and I was a quite close friends. Not that close when we were in Form 4. You know, I think he is crazy, insane and totally has a brutal psychology problem cause whatever I did, it didn’t make any sense to him. Got what I mean? Till now, I am really mad of Z. It's not because terrible things he did to me which is uncountable, it just, I hate him just the way he is. He is suck, selfish, blind and…ow, I am beyond my mind when I talk bout him. I’m done. Sorry.
--minah2 sempit. ahaha--
You know what have I done to him? What I’ve done was just to make him passed in his English exams. That was it. It maybe just a little deed but it was big. The future changed because it. But he never knows! All he ever wanted is he passed in his exams without any sacrifices, without anything like ‘ah, I have to do many exercises to pass’. It all has to come from ME. Every time he got his marks low in English, like nearly to fail, yea, he knew himself that it was his fault. He just said sadly ‘aku dah buat habis baik dah, Nabila’ then I kept nagging him about that and he heard me just like I’m his mother. Seems kind, huh? But only God knew it was just for a moment. After that, pooff!! All gone, all disappeared. Hah, please I don’t want to recall. When I think of him, I want to split out. So sick.
--boys over flowers--
When he passed his Oral Test, he forgot me and my deed. Before that, he kept asking motivations from me. I just gave and gave whatever his needs since he could pass well in his Oral Test. For God sake, I don’t care if he wanted to forget me like ever in his life, but thank me please…? When I called his name, he just looked at me without any feelings and said ‘What?’. Oh my God, since that I have always wanted to take a truck or something like that and smashed his damn big head. Or maybe it’s okay if somebody could hand me a bulldozer and I will bury him 18 meters deep! Urghh! Gimme some ice now!
--seme bajet warganegara korea (mate kecik)--
Okay, actually I have you know, private problem with him. At first, I don’t know if I have to share it with you guys here or not, but I have decided to keep it secret. It’s not too private but it involved someone else. I’m not protecting her (someone else, not wrong-typing) but I can write bout this no more. If I proceed, I bet my mom has to buy some ice again. But deep down inside, there were too many memories with him that only my closest friends know like Shima Syafiqah, Husna Hanis, Hamimatun Shaira, Nadira Syarfa, Wan Hanim, Syarina and Izzati (either). There is still a secret of a secret and it will remain as a secret forever.
--abes ayu dah ni. terutama yang tengah tu. ahaha--
P/S: pada someone yang sound aku ‘kalo nak speaking, speaking penuh la’ tu, aku dah speaking penuh dah ni. Tak puas hati jugak, jumpa aku kat luar. Anytime, anywhere. I say what I mean, I mean what I say. Fuck off!
--mama nadirah supporting gile--
--without me.. again!--
--ever lasting sweet memories together--
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
2009 tahun terbaeeek jo! o(≧∀≦)o
Occasionally dominated to you by Belle Schäfer at 4:45 AM
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