i have been running on empty vessels,
for quite some time.
it is getting tiring and nauseating.
patience is slowly escaping.
this ought to stop.
just for a moment.
or for good.
this ought to stop.
or else.
honestly tell yourself,
have you the faith for it.
yes or no.
maybe is not an option.
then ask,
willing to go all out?
hurt or no hurt.
cries or no cries.
smiles or no smiles.
bliss or no bliss.
yes or no.
never a maybe.
then only,
let God decides.
faith.effort.pray,
and all is well.
insyaAllah.
after reading ibrahim’s reflection,
i feel that i owe this page one too.
so, here it goes:
previous semester was so-and-so.
perhaps too much goofing around,
plus millions of teardrops,
plus the illness called superduperlazy,
caused pointer to drop, dramatically.
stiil, i am grateful to God.
for the DL and all.
what else did happen last sem?
lies and deception.absolutely.
to those i hurt, i am sorry.
to those i neglect, i am sorry.
the best class award should be awarded to drama.
the preparation and all.so very cool.
we surely rocked final production.
but then again, phonetics wasn’t too bad.
thanks to the great new friends.
and the old awesome ones!!
perkad was a good experience.
apart from the sunburn and body aches.
and missing LIBK sucks!!real bad.
the pre-practise made me realise some power.
i can actually jog real far.
rounds and rounds.
and the booming voice.funny!!
so much too say.
yet so little time.
maybe part two?
maybe not.
to whom it may concern,
i am writing just to pass the time.
i have nothing better to do without you.
so i will write and write.
to prevent myself from losing the grip.
once again.
did i ruin it, love?
did i make you hate me?
i hope not.
i will wait for you,
as asked and promised.
you cried when i was away.
i cried when you were away.
what else could there be to make you see?
that this is not the way it should be.
memorable and magical.
precious and pure.
sweet and sugary.
because of *YOU*.
Sunway Pyramid is the new CP.
Why?
Some C4s are using it as a new playground.
Ibrahim was spotted playing dress-up in the changing room.
Sirhajwan was spotted playing hide and seek on first floor.
Nadia was spotted playing treasure hunt for a toughtful gift.
As for me,
Pyramid is the best place to catch a movie, dine for a celebration, shop for a perfect pressie, and just hold hands with favourite people.
I have walked, ran and jumped there.
I have talked, giggled and laughed there.
I have thought, glanced and smiled there.
With him.
With her.
And definately with you.
I don’t know when this will stop.
But even if it will not, I’ll stop writing.
Tired and getting bored of this.
Due to the hectic prep for final production,
much things were postponed.
Including a nice dinner somewhere.
And finally,
in the midst of everything,
some time were spent together.
A dinner was all.
The food was great.
The place was familiar.
And the moments?
The moments were beyond words.
Unfortunately,
the search for a perfect present..
is still unaccomplished.
So,
for the record,
THANK YOU.
TWIST-ENDING STORIES, wrote him.
This is a story of a familiar someone.
Who is stuck in a middle of something.
This friend of ours,
knows what he wants.
knows how to win.
knows when to start.
knows where to go.
Yet, he can predict it.
Other things are bound to happen.
These are not parallel.
These are not pleasureable.
But he is the author of his own fate.
His destiny is his major.
He has to be in control,
narrating the best possible storyline.
He loves twisted endings.
Same as you.
Because we are all writers.
Born to write, write and write.
Let us pray the Editor is on our side,
loving twisted endings,
loving this dear friend of mine,
and yours.
P/s: Generic he is used.
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PREQUEL.
A he met a she.
Or rather,
a she met a he.
In a middle of nowhere,
anticipating dullness and complexity.
Stories intertwined.
So did the hearts.
Love blossomed.
So did the bond.
People swore on their love,
expecting a happy ending,
a Cinderella-like story.
Everything was nice.
Everything was good.
Someone sensed trouble.
Life could never be this fair.
Years passed.
Someone fell out of it.
Yet, hold on for the good old days.
Someone falls again.
Yet this time,
with a different being.
by DALILA SYAZANA ZAINUDDIN.
DEWAN CENDANA.
MR RIZAL’S PSYCHOLOGY CLASS.
‘Right about now. The funk so bravo. Check it out now. The funk so bravo.’, sang the phone as text after text came to greet me. Though I need my sleep, I had to be nice. Thanks people.
Good morning 21. I was treated good last night, Thank You. The pre-present is sweet as sugar. Thank You again.
Studied for an oral comm test. Caught your saliva oozing out from your lips. Sprinkled with water by Twin. Got a 43 for persuasive speech. Wished again and again.
Fights. Thank You.
Cries. Thank You.
The worst 13th October ever. Yet, it is one in a million.
Beloved Mommy took me out to the East Coast Mall for a simple birthday celebration. Just the three of us as usual, Mommy, Baby and Sugar as the Captain is away sailing to Japan. We ate, chatted and spent some time shopping. Mommy got me a new Casio, black in colour and I totally love it! But Mommy thinks the watch is uninteresting and unattractive. HAHA.
Dearest Sugar took me out to the Mall for a luxurious birthday celebration. We chilled at the Starbucks and got ourselves dizzy with too much chocolate and ice. Not enough with that, we hanged at the Secret Recipe to satisfy our sweet teeth. Ngee. Shopping again we went and she got me something to hang at my phone and a Ray Girl shirt with Kurt Cobain’s face on it. COOL.
