絆から届くIt's Calling!

I just received an sms on my MUET exam.
*sigh* It's going to be this 18th October.
Kind of not really late.

But well...

My final exam for my studies. Not late at all!
It's going to be this 21st November.

I am dead, ain't I?

Tomorrow I'll fly to my hometown.
Flying with my own wings like you know if I own them.

GOING.

ジポンジポン。
私です。今日忙しくない。
教室がちょっとうだけ。
教室＝CLASS

だから。。。

カラオケだよ！！！

音楽は、DBSKの。。。



ぜんぶぜんぶうつくしいおんがく。
私音楽ができませんけど。。。

カラオケだよ！！！

Jiponjipon.
Today is Merdeka Day in Malaysia.
It's 10 o'clock ++, but the weather is cold.

I've been asking myself.

......
......
......

I feel like I am alone.
When the one I love leaves me at the back,
I don't have anyone else.
I couldn't be fake as if I don't care.

My habit of becoming cold hurts me.

Whenever the one I love is not with me,
there with someone else.

It's not called love, as mentioned.
But what it is?
Why I'm hurt of the scene?

I've been haunting by sweet words,
but whenever I am left,
I know I'm alone.

I just have no one to tell.
Sometimes I talk alone.
That was since I young.
And my mom thought I was nuts. -_-

Suddenly I remember my blog.
The one where I usually express my sides.
It has not been used that much,
but I believe it listens to me.

I may have no one to care about me,
and somehow the way I think hurts other people,
because this is after all, a life.

JIPONJIPON!

It's like my mouth is clogging with tons of ice cream,
there were too many events i encountered.
Yet I didn't write here. Unfortunately.

24/05/2010
I was sent to a new life. University, it's humbly called.
A center where I meet new people with different attitudes.
My parents left me alone to step on an independent world...?
I was lonely a week, my cwithart was not beside me anymore.
Usually I could see her sleeping, her big hair *haha*, her nice smile.
But it has gone.

There's nothing I could think about. I only cried.
Hoping the sky would turn blue and everything will be merry.
Every time I looked at her photo, I cried.
"Where's she?!" kind of question went.

On the same day,
my auntie's hypertension stirred.
She fainted and was hospitalized.
I feel sorry for her... Please wake up.
We all want to see you again.

30.05.2010
My grandfather died. Around 11 am in the morning.
It was the time when I was back to my hometown
to shop with my cwithart and my uncle.
Definitely shocked I was.

I met him before going to the university.
He couldn't speak well, I hardly could listen to his voice.
But he actually said this

" Study hard. "

I was touched. He must have told more but I couldnt understand.
Please rest in peace, my grandpa.

I won't forget the melting taste of it.
So soft and tender, mouth melting, oozing, and sweet.
It's the delicious unagi i'm talking about.

Jiponjipon!
I was at Senjyu Sushi restaurant with my cwithart.
The place was deep and formal but with two of us, I felt in love.

Recalling back my holiday with my cwithart in Selangor.
She was called for CAT interview in UITM Shah Alam.
Well dressed in purple, with two documents held,
I knew she was pretty jittery.
But hey, there was NO FUCKING interview.

Oh I just said fuck. Ups. XD

Actually this entry was written on 3rd of May but
it wasn't continuous. Now it's being posted because
of my sudden effort to do so.

5 days with her were so enchanting.
We drank ice blended together, we HA~HA like stupid together,
we were all together!

LET'S GET TOGETHER!~
Let's move to new entry right?
Ciao.

Posted on : 2nd June 2010. XD XD XD