yori aii
(…but this would be another night of “A Message” version)

Hi.

I’ve just had my face ‘masked’ using the blue mineral clay. Masking at night? (…rare job perhaps but desperately need to refresh my fine-lined face). Oh sleepy look now! And one more thing I couldn’t resist at any time when I started to draw my fingers on the keyboard: playing “A Message” (enqueue for at least 7 times so that I don’t have to play-and-play, again and again).

At this moment, my thought is off so far; down to the West. I’ve come to thinking about some stories left behind. About friendships, about happy times together, about the most reliable pal and about their absence and presence. We had great memories, “A”! Perhaps your future should be better by now – except we share the same ‘single’ status without realizing we’re adding a year to our age (but that should be fine, mate!). The only reason I keep thinking about “I”: he’s the only one I’d always want to end my life with and he’s the only ‘thing’ I’d always want to think of days by days – and I can’t help myself but to think about him every single day (darn!). My “M”, I know you’ve been so truthful, great! You’re always the best ‘off-season package’ but the feeling would never grow between us (as if there’s someone behind us that’d love to see us apart and hell! I want to know why?)

Today’s quite exhausting (blimey! what has ruined my day?). I thought I’ve made it clear that I’m looking at the bright side (always as possible), say ‘No’ to the past (the dark) and regenerate the day with ‘love songs’ (my own wordings; positive and admirable as always). But what happened today has turned me off; I’ve to look back on the ‘sour-and-pissedful’ day I had. Three months ago, when I happened to make a mistake that could ruin my whole career journey, and I’ve to think back today; I just hate it. A small mistake today and I’ve to re-open the ‘dark’ book. It’s bothering if it has to connect with other person that I pay my full respect to. Fortunately, the matter has been solved halfway (waiting for the other half tomorrow).

*yawn*

Thank you, dear! It’s not easy to let go things especially the ‘thing’ that has suffocated me for the past six years. I’ve to admit, ‘the hope’ is always there; the guts depend on either one of us. Even I know you’re not that depending on “the tiring hope”, but I’d always try to believe that the fate is here (as if fated as I’d always believe).

Kisah cinta tak seharusnya memenatkan
Menggugah jiwa yang leka
Menggetar isi hati yang alpa
Sekali jatuh, bangunlah…
Rasai nikmat cinta yang tulus
Berkali jatuh, sedarlah…
Tanda kasih berkecai

Adat dunia berkasih
Siksa itu lara
Tapi siksa jua asyiknya
Siksa itu bisa
Duka dan luka jiwa
Siksa bisa membunuh
Tapi aku dah biasa………….
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