Memories with just one vision.
Two weeks of the official holidays, I finally went to meet my poly-teks today. Some spree-ing and lepak-ings. Fullerton Starbucks really syiok. So comfortable like home. REALLY. So aper lagi, next time pergi saner lagi lah! =D We were laughing and exploring Shaf's digi-cam. For goodness sake, that digi-cam is so NICE. Small and Cute and what-so-ever that can describe it. Ouh and I don't like the word cam-whoring right now. Cause it sounds a little bit bimbotic. Nevertheless, I might need to take back my words one day, cause probably I might ter-use the word larh kan. =)
And we had some planning, like for instance Ain-tek and me are sharing the same birth-month. April babes. No more babies ok. BABES pls. 19years old Ok. =] So we plan to have something that we can share together and spend with the another two-teks. Probably do something for that very first time, and make it the first and the last, or what-so-ever larh. It's quite windy just now, and we walked along the bridge and start singing along, like Video Clip la gitu kan. We sang one of The Kooks songs. All time favourite I must say. Feeling ala The Kooks female version gitu. =]
And the weather maha syiok right. Shaf said, it's like when you are in Sdyney but much muc colder than now. OMG. I think that is super cold larh. hahha. Ok la, I think that's all. I don't really have the mood to really blog. Something just happened, and I hate it. What-so-ever.
Fullerton Starbucks.
Ain, Myself, Shaf, Nurul.
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One big head with big curls stood in front of you,
Holding a rose with that big smile,
Such a dissapointment that You don't even bother about her presence.
Her efforts had gone down to the drain, where's the justice then?
Her lips was already dried,
The rose is dying,
She need that very first kiss to ensure that he belongs to her's.
Such a torture to see that her vision is burnt.
Now it was just a memory.
She would stand up and continue with this odyssey,
Her mind lingered, "So what If I could not hold you?, and after all it was just a hope, my love."
It was too bitter for her and her dreams are just dreams.
Let the clouds come and clear up her mind, clear up everything, the mess.




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