Friday, May 29, 2009 @ 10:24 AM
bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
Some people don't understand.
Some just don't bother.
And.
There some who just wants.
To get on the nerve.
They start assuming.
Then they start talking.
Then the bitching starts.
Then that's where the hating starts.
I know I have been taught.
To take the blame.
To end the fight.
And make it better.
Even if it hurts.
I shall do the same.
No matter if i die in vain.
I don't forget.
I never forget the things.
Those little things you do.
Just for me, to make me happy.
And i do take the time.
To appreciate those times.
And i try my best to help you up.
Whenever you needed that hand.
I don't go away.
And neglect you.
No, i don't.
Even if i am gone, for the years to come.
I will still be there, if you need me.
I just want you, to acknowledge me.
As your friend.
That's how i build it on.
That's how i put it on.
I test the distance.
I test the patience.
quote.
"you can't have too many good things at once."
"and its not good to have them all the time."
unquote.
that applies.
even to friendship.
to avoid the hurting.
I talk about this.
I remember my two bestfriends.
My two girls, who never fail.
To put a smile to my face.
And so endearingly.
I love them more.
Than my girlfriend.
Should i have one.
Years of friendship.
Isn't worth it to throw.
Saidatulfatimah.
I miss you.
Last I met you was weeks ago.
For that brief moment, i am happy.
Last i hung out with you.
A few months back.
Siti Adrianyanty.
I miss you.
My pillar of strength.
Nowadays, we meet rarely.
And i am glad to still get those hugs from you.
We both lead different lifestyles.
I miss our shopping trip.
Understand me.
Don't assume.
Don't judge.
I am a friend.
Different from other.
Kind of friends.
Love.
An issue.
Not to mess with.
With hope.
Trust.
And belief.
I'll get there soon my dear.
For the years to come.
An issue.
Not to mess with.
With hope.
Trust.
And belief.
I'll get there soon my dear.
For the years to come.
amin.
Monday, May 18, 2009 @ 9:20 AM
Bismillah-ir Rahman-ir Rahim.
What would you do, when something you found.
Is so profoundly beautiful, it takes your heart away.
It makes breathing easier, and you see everything so very much clearer.
You start to shine with it, and you will want to die with it.
It makes you tear, like rain pouring down on rooftops.
NEVERTHELESS.
It makes your life worthwhile, more fulfilling than it was.
Embrace it, never wanting to let it go.
It is more than just life and death, as Bill Shankly said.
It is like your heartbeat, constant.
Never stopping, till the day you pass.
I praise it, it made my life ever so beautiful.
See what it gave me, gifts that are precious.
More precious than diamonds, more beautiful than pearls.
Brotherhood, friendship and love.
A friend, whom I was enemies with.
For over 3 years, never looked each other in the eye.
But for the love of Liverpool, we watched soccer together.
That was how we bonded, watching soccer.
Liverpool.
Brotherhood, more amazing than you have.
We cry, laugh and love.
Never was this close, never was meeting this much.
For the love of Liverpool, our brotherhood grew.
I never felt better, I never would ask for better.
We live and breathe Liverpool, unafraid of the society.
We sing it, we are proud of it.
Syarazi Haziq "alonso".
Nabil Akif "gerrard, your beauty"
Farhan Syah "torres".
Syahmi Nazri.
Haikal Syah "Garcia".
Ruzaini "boboi"
And the list goes on, this is my family.
My brotherhood of Kopites, our part of the 12th man.
With all these, came friends.
Because of Liverpool, we always want the best for Liverpool.
Love.
I fell in love, with Liverpool.
No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it takes.
It still engraved, from deep down inside.
"come what may, I will live my days, and end it, as a KOPITE.
I will never walk alone."
Yazier Nifail Hamzah.
it is not just a club, it is OUR family.
YNWA !
amin.
What would you do, when something you found.
Is so profoundly beautiful, it takes your heart away.
It makes breathing easier, and you see everything so very much clearer.
You start to shine with it, and you will want to die with it.
It makes you tear, like rain pouring down on rooftops.
NEVERTHELESS.
It makes your life worthwhile, more fulfilling than it was.
Embrace it, never wanting to let it go.
It is more than just life and death, as Bill Shankly said.
It is like your heartbeat, constant.
Never stopping, till the day you pass.
I praise it, it made my life ever so beautiful.
See what it gave me, gifts that are precious.
More precious than diamonds, more beautiful than pearls.
Brotherhood, friendship and love.
A friend, whom I was enemies with.
For over 3 years, never looked each other in the eye.
But for the love of Liverpool, we watched soccer together.
That was how we bonded, watching soccer.
Liverpool.
Brotherhood, more amazing than you have.
We cry, laugh and love.
Never was this close, never was meeting this much.
For the love of Liverpool, our brotherhood grew.
I never felt better, I never would ask for better.
We live and breathe Liverpool, unafraid of the society.
We sing it, we are proud of it.
Syarazi Haziq "alonso".
Nabil Akif "gerrard, your beauty"
Farhan Syah "torres".
Syahmi Nazri.
Haikal Syah "Garcia".
Ruzaini "boboi"
And the list goes on, this is my family.
My brotherhood of Kopites, our part of the 12th man.
With all these, came friends.
Because of Liverpool, we always want the best for Liverpool.
Love.
I fell in love, with Liverpool.
No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it takes.
It still engraved, from deep down inside.
"come what may, I will live my days, and end it, as a KOPITE.
I will never walk alone."
Yazier Nifail Hamzah.
it is not just a club, it is OUR family.
YNWA !
amin.
Monday, May 4, 2009 @ 11:23 AM
bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
"To know that deep inside you scream.
And then find out that no one hears you.
You're stuck in that solace.
Finding an exit, that seems to be so near.
Yet, you can't reach it no matter how fast you run.
This heart brackets the equations.
This heart cuts it off.
Not wanting to hurt.
Not wanting to be hurt.
What is with this deformity?
Turn the light on.
I need to see.
What's there.
What's here.
What is the new truth?
Holding on tight.
To the lost truth of yesterday.
I wish there was more to see.
I wish there was more of me.
To hold on.
To never let go.
How?"
May!
alot of things going on.
woo~
celebrate birthday like more than 3times.
haha, different batches of friends.
woo~
ibu's wedding some more.
it was a blast.
now rizal is infatuated with my cousins.
from my step dad's side.
haha!
arsehole rizal.
i wish i can blog more, busy laa dudes and dudettes!
thanks for updating yourselves here anyway!
loves!
amin.
