I count every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day. Every month. Every year.
When December comes, I play the record again. Again. And again. Repeatedly.
It has already been 4 years since we left the school.
Who are you now? Are you still the same or did you change somehow?
I am still nobody. I have nobody. I am still being myself.
Do you still remember me?
I’m the one who used to walk very fast, with serious face and hard to give a decent smile to strangers.
Yes. That’s me.
I still hate nut. I hate chocolates. I hate cheese.
but I really love blueberry cheese cake I don't know why. Perhaps, it is one of my sister's favourite.
I still go crazy with chocolate banana cake. yummy.
I still love tulips. how I wish abah will buy me a bunch of it on my graduation day. ha ha.
I still go insane with bookstore.
I’m still in love with sundae that costs me only RM2.
I’m still climbing the roof like I did before.
I’m still listening to your favourite songs. I play it again and again so I can feel you like you’re right beside me.
I’m still in love with tea strawberry flavour.
Do you still remember me?
I still laugh out loud when I am stressed.
I’m still throwing away the calculator when the situation is getting stressful. Now, I throw it on the bed. Thanks God.
I’m still crying when I do revision. I always know in the back of my mind what the real deadline is.
I’m still throwing tantrum by hurting myself. I don’t care if I’m bleeding. Ahh. I’m still me.
I’m still keeping my inbox empty. And keep all the sweet messages in other folder.
I still adore books! They keep me awake at night and searching for it as soon as I wake up.
I’m trying not being a recluse like Emily Dickinson. Ha ha.
I’m still living in the memories with Wana. I can't fool myself.
It always take me to way back. Back down to memory lane.
How I wish she is still alive.
And I could ask her for a hug. Al-Fatihah.
Ahh. I’m still me.
I still.
this is for you, dear friend , sometimes you have to know how to use telepathy. have a try to be a mind-reader.
#notetoself : orang kata jangan tulis emo dalam belog.
5 comments:
and now i smell something..i'll check ur hand 1st when we meet. :|
:D
missing u!
;D
same with najwa aiman
really3 miss u!!
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