Moving on….

See, the new door has come. Quick eh?(:  Alhamdulilah..

Pay coming in hooo…

NOW, lagu-lagu hindustan. Don’t ask why.. Hoo and Haa and lalala and ahhaaaa…HAHAA

I smell you in the blood running through my veins

I hear you as my heart beats

I feel you every time the cold breeze brush through my wasted cheeks

I savor your sweet tender lips that used to touched mine

But the eyes never sees you at my sight.

Oh again…

A pretty productive Sunday. I did justice to myself by resting. & then do what’s supposed to be done.

Broken string
Can’t feel anything
But just the pain stinging
Cos now you are already leaving

Why can’t you just wait to still believing
That one day our hearts will continue to be singing?

I need to have the courage to face him. If “he” ’s  no longer there then be it. I’ll have to accept it. Move on to what’s better. Regardless or not whether I contact him, still be around him.. I’m sure it’ll not make any difference to him. Or for the matter of fact, doesn’t even matter. I need to change, for my better. I’ll still wait for him patiently. For him to “come back”. For now I need to beg myself to put him behind. Time will heal my lost.

As the old door shuts, a brand new door with greater opportunities open.

eh, I still can’t explain why I don’t like to visit his blog, blehhh.. who cares. this tingling, annoyed, menyampah vibe. YES SUPER MENYAMPAH. Lol? who cares. really.

Oh the one miles away is being super nice. (: teeheehee. I wish he’ll come back to sg. Soon. haiz..

I’m so hardworking. It’s 5am and I’m still doing school work. HAH(:

Ask if I’m tired, the body answers yes, very. But for scholarship, ask if I am still tired. The body answers no!!