I Wanna Call 'Em

I'm sittin for my PMR exams. The two last papers would be KHB and Maths, this Monday. Hahaha, baru nak nervous. Weirdo, that's me.

Tomorrow, gonna meet a long lost nemesis. Still sayang her though.

Am i a trouble? Nope, she says. "But whenever i'm near u, i'm in trouble." Gosh, that's hard. So, how about in school, are u troubled everyday? ... I didn't asked her that. And the earlier question, my friend had to ask that on my behalf. It's tragic, isn't it? Havin ur loved one as an enemy. Always want to hold and touch that person, but u just can't step into that lines. The lines that someone invisible created so that we won't hurt each other. Even if we both ever meant anything, we never realised it anyway. We are made of steel, untouchable. We don't even open up so much to each other, afraid that one of us will feel awkward with so much open-ness.

Therefore, if any of u un-existed readers understand this, we lost too many opportunities that has been laid out upon us, that we are too blind to see them, too much of ego inside ourselves to see any of those missed opportunities. We missed it. We didn't see the chances for us to mend everything wrong, to repair everything broken. Nearly everything are wrong and broken for us. Huh. Open ur eyes wide guys!

And...... hahahhahahahahaaaaa......!!!!!

Geeessshhhhh, i smiled alone only by writing this. Oh, nothing bout benda-benda di atas. It's something on the contrary. I mean, something else. Well, erm, an inspiration.

Smething that my friend had said about this affection of mine towards my source of inspiration flatters me.

He is my source of inpiration. I found a boy, really really cute, he should be our son - yadayadayada blablabla - in a tv ad. Right before 6.30 a.m., there's the ad, and me watching it before i go to school each morning. Yeppp, the one that inspires me. It's not that boy on tv, it's him in my mind everythime i see that boy! That boy act as a stimulant so that i could magine him. Oh, how i had missed him. I got butterflies in my stomach around him. And that, kind of giving me the spirits to live and smile each day.

Hahahahahaha, i kept on smiling alone, suddenly, whenever i have thoughts on him. I adore his laugh. It's expensive for me. I'll die to own that comforting, innocent, honest and lovely laugh.

I want to call them, my "Freaking Darlings".