nobody could answer my question, except faisal. but had to translate it for him, like err? well. i have an annoucement. i'm making my blog a storybook. a novel actually. chapter one is on the way. the novel is titled The Boy Who Loved. it's not only a love story. it's more than that. hope you readers read it continuosly after i publish it.
and oh ya. theory on first love. ideas please? haha.
quoted, from somebody close. "each time, i look at her. my heart starts to go fast, my mind goes haywire. i don't have a clue what to say, what to do, even what words to use on her. eventhough now, it is understood that we are just friends. devasted, i just can't accept that fact."
i swear i did not edit the words, it is spoken in that manner. and whatever i quote, i never name them. unless the person reading it, actually knows who. kay, back to part zero-zero two. the wrong thing about trying to move on, is lying. not to others, but to yourself. you see, it does not matter what you tell to people. because trust, is there. they want to accept it that you are not lying, but are you? people keep asking, if he/she would take you back. would you get back to him/her? in this case, the him/her is the one who broke his/her heart. the answer would be quick, "doesn't mean i still love him/her, i want to get back with him/her". but the underlying statement there, the moment you said the first half of the sentence. you already confessed that you do, that's the only part of the sentence that matters. and for everyone of you out there, my advise to you. stop lying to yourself, no matter how shameful it gets. no matter if it takes years, months to move on. because sincerely i say, nobody can heal a broken heart; alone. because everytime you try to heal your heart, time will bring you someone who wants to hold your hand and love you for the person you are.
Lyrics From November Rain By Guns N' Roses.
But lovers always come and lovers always go And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you
these lyrics shows alot, see how meaningful music was then. look at now, how meaningful are the music people are listening to nowadays.
when i was thirteen, i was the luckiest guy. swear, i was. i hadn't got tons of friends like i do now, and most of my close friends were like outside. and they were better off, seriously better off. but being me, i had to make friends. fyi, my first friend in secondary school was rumida. she had a friendly face, what was i to do. then imraan remember me from last time, the thing about me is that i don't forget faces/people easily. i just forget names, at the speed of light. then my first close friend, was ruzaini. i owe my dues to rumida and ruzaini, the start of beautiful things. like APatheticFallacy '06, yeah we rocked. like seriously, haha.
then there was her, my everything. my bestfriend, the person i look up to. she was like, rebelious but at the same time. hardworking, and never was lazy to study and stuff. she always gets through things, and she is the most sensible girl i've ever met. and to beat her english, as good as mine is. her english, and her slang. she is as complete as any woman can get, at least a woman in my eyes that is. she can be serious one moment, and the next. crazy as ever, something like i am right now. how i met her, well here the story goes.
at the start of the year, no friends no nothing. after 1/4 of the year gone, i think. a bunch of upper secondary girls asked me to join their group of friends, oh well why not.but i wasn't with them always anyway, like after school we took a smoke and go home. that was how it was, being girls. fyi, they were not my influence to smoking. started like at 10, didn't even know them. kay back to the story, there was this day, it was friday i think. cca day, like shit. i wasn't active in cca until secondary 3, which soccer just started and i was forever going because they was hairee. and i like soccer, haha. alot of sidetracks, lol. i wanted to get a smoke, so i went with sarah (one of the upper secondary girls, she is half english btw). then otw out, thats where we first crossed each other. it was like an intervention to my life, at first when i look at her. she was hot, so i thought. WOW. but then, i didn't have the feel to like be her boyfriend and shit. it never did come to me, but that meeting. was the most hilarious one, i can't mention it here. she'll kill me if i did, all i can say is pink. then after that, since we're secondary 1. we have time to go smoke together and hang out more, thats when people thought we were an item. but we were never, like seriously never. we sat together all the time, we also share the same plate of rice when we eat. and its always her who feeds me, i was terrible at feeding people. then of course, i took it from her to know how. even the stall aunty was like asking, the malay stall which sells like western every friday. those who know, should know. we said we were not, and that we were the best of friends. but still, they were surprised at how we could eat on one plate. actually, on my point of view. it is because she could not eat alot and i have to finish for her, but on second thought. she eats alot too, and she loves eating pineapples. and she forced me to eat fruits as well, and it becomes a habit nowadays. there was this once, the stall aunty's mum talked to us. she was the one serving us at the moment, she said one day we arre going to be husband and wife. that remains to be seen, but our response. we laughed, and then looked at each other. and we said, its a vow that it will never happen. we vowed infront of the stall aunty's mum, all she did was smile.
after all the time i've been with her, she taught me how it is to be carefree. to be fair to everyone, to smile all the time. most importantly, how to treat a girl. and she is all of me that is nice as a friend, that i owe to her. she taught me how, to be a great friend. a lesson to forever remember, and we are open minded. and i don't think any girl can except the foreign culture kind of friendship that i have, thats why she is unique. that's why she is my bestfriend, among all my TKC(TheKecohCrew). sadly, i drifted away. because of issues, her relationship. and that relationship ended too, but we are still close. not as close though, because of the drift i guess. i regret it though, but for sure i am forever indebt to her. met recently at her open house, and she still takes my breath away. felt great after that day, just busy with our seperate life now i guess. a complete woman, thats what she is. maybe my future wife, will be the one replacing her. haven't found that wife yet, though.
nobody could answer my question, except faisal. but had to translate it for him, like err? well. i have an annoucement. i'm making my blog a storybook. a novel actually. chapter one is on the way. the novel is titled The Boy Who Loved. it's not only a love story. it's more than that. hope you readers read it continuosly after i publish it.
and oh ya. theory on first love. ideas please? haha.
quoted, from somebody close. "each time, i look at her. my heart starts to go fast, my mind goes haywire. i don't have a clue what to say, what to do, even what words to use on her. eventhough now, it is understood that we are just friends. devasted, i just can't accept that fact."
i swear i did not edit the words, it is spoken in that manner. and whatever i quote, i never name them. unless the person reading it, actually knows who. kay, back to part zero-zero two. the wrong thing about trying to move on, is lying. not to others, but to yourself. you see, it does not matter what you tell to people. because trust, is there. they want to accept it that you are not lying, but are you? people keep asking, if he/she would take you back. would you get back to him/her? in this case, the him/her is the one who broke his/her heart. the answer would be quick, "doesn't mean i still love him/her, i want to get back with him/her". but the underlying statement there, the moment you said the first half of the sentence. you already confessed that you do, that's the only part of the sentence that matters. and for everyone of you out there, my advise to you. stop lying to yourself, no matter how shameful it gets. no matter if it takes years, months to move on. because sincerely i say, nobody can heal a broken heart; alone. because everytime you try to heal your heart, time will bring you someone who wants to hold your hand and love you for the person you are.
Lyrics From November Rain By Guns N' Roses.
But lovers always come and lovers always go And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you
these lyrics shows alot, see how meaningful music was then. look at now, how meaningful are the music people are listening to nowadays.
when i was thirteen, i was the luckiest guy. swear, i was. i hadn't got tons of friends like i do now, and most of my close friends were like outside. and they were better off, seriously better off. but being me, i had to make friends. fyi, my first friend in secondary school was rumida. she had a friendly face, what was i to do. then imraan remember me from last time, the thing about me is that i don't forget faces/people easily. i just forget names, at the speed of light. then my first close friend, was ruzaini. i owe my dues to rumida and ruzaini, the start of beautiful things. like APatheticFallacy '06, yeah we rocked. like seriously, haha.
then there was her, my everything. my bestfriend, the person i look up to. she was like, rebelious but at the same time. hardworking, and never was lazy to study and stuff. she always gets through things, and she is the most sensible girl i've ever met. and to beat her english, as good as mine is. her english, and her slang. she is as complete as any woman can get, at least a woman in my eyes that is. she can be serious one moment, and the next. crazy as ever, something like i am right now. how i met her, well here the story goes.
at the start of the year, no friends no nothing. after 1/4 of the year gone, i think. a bunch of upper secondary girls asked me to join their group of friends, oh well why not.but i wasn't with them always anyway, like after school we took a smoke and go home. that was how it was, being girls. fyi, they were not my influence to smoking. started like at 10, didn't even know them. kay back to the story, there was this day, it was friday i think. cca day, like shit. i wasn't active in cca until secondary 3, which soccer just started and i was forever going because they was hairee. and i like soccer, haha. alot of sidetracks, lol. i wanted to get a smoke, so i went with sarah (one of the upper secondary girls, she is half english btw). then otw out, thats where we first crossed each other. it was like an intervention to my life, at first when i look at her. she was hot, so i thought. WOW. but then, i didn't have the feel to like be her boyfriend and shit. it never did come to me, but that meeting. was the most hilarious one, i can't mention it here. she'll kill me if i did, all i can say is pink. then after that, since we're secondary 1. we have time to go smoke together and hang out more, thats when people thought we were an item. but we were never, like seriously never. we sat together all the time, we also share the same plate of rice when we eat. and its always her who feeds me, i was terrible at feeding people. then of course, i took it from her to know how. even the stall aunty was like asking, the malay stall which sells like western every friday. those who know, should know. we said we were not, and that we were the best of friends. but still, they were surprised at how we could eat on one plate. actually, on my point of view. it is because she could not eat alot and i have to finish for her, but on second thought. she eats alot too, and she loves eating pineapples. and she forced me to eat fruits as well, and it becomes a habit nowadays. there was this once, the stall aunty's mum talked to us. she was the one serving us at the moment, she said one day we arre going to be husband and wife. that remains to be seen, but our response. we laughed, and then looked at each other. and we said, its a vow that it will never happen. we vowed infront of the stall aunty's mum, all she did was smile.
after all the time i've been with her, she taught me how it is to be carefree. to be fair to everyone, to smile all the time. most importantly, how to treat a girl. and she is all of me that is nice as a friend, that i owe to her. she taught me how, to be a great friend. a lesson to forever remember, and we are open minded. and i don't think any girl can except the foreign culture kind of friendship that i have, thats why she is unique. that's why she is my bestfriend, among all my TKC(TheKecohCrew). sadly, i drifted away. because of issues, her relationship. and that relationship ended too, but we are still close. not as close though, because of the drift i guess. i regret it though, but for sure i am forever indebt to her. met recently at her open house, and she still takes my breath away. felt great after that day, just busy with our seperate life now i guess. a complete woman, thats what she is. maybe my future wife, will be the one replacing her. haven't found that wife yet, though.
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