good morning everyone.
saya bangun agak telat hari ini, tadi malam sampai larut malam, sesuatu membuat saya berhasil melek sampai jam 2 pagi. mungkin posting saya ahir ahir ini sudah bisa menjawab nya semua. ya, 3 bulan terakhir saya terserang broken heart sangat hebat akibat broke up sama seseorang yang tidak perlu saya sebutkan namanya, seseorang yang pada januari lalu saya sebut dengan stranger i really like, lalu saya sebut dia dengan sugar di bulan ke 2 dan ke 3. dan sekarang saya panggil dia mr.sadness.ya, kalau di bilang true love saya juga ga tau, kalo di bilang di most unforgetable, maybe he is the man. tapi ya sudah lah sudah, toh ahirnya semua berakhir juga lewat short message service tanggal 27 maret lalu, walaupun efeknya masih terasa sangat hebat sampai sekarang. tapi yang sudah selesai memang sudah selesai saja kan? there's no life remaining in 'try again' level. dia dari awal sudah menemukan jalan, dan saya yang masih jalan di temppat. but its all enough, sudah 3 bulan dan nothing. sudah seharusnya saya membuat ini jadi bagian dari film hidup saya, (walaupun saya masih berpikir untuk mencari tombol rewind) dan saya yakin theres always a best way out of this worst matter. sudah seharusnya saya bilang semua ini, so yesterday and so long! sekalipun yaa saya memang tidak mencari sugar sugar lain dalam waktu dekat, saya dalam recovery, dan so long sadness. (i have nothing more to say)
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
i hope this what the point is
hey he’s just too far, he’s already gone.
And guess that he would never remember me again.
Someone’s cute already steal his mind, somebody must be have more than i.
And i wishper, ‘No use for a fret, everybody has aturn to do that, and maybe he is the lucky one to take a turn more than i can take’
Wonder how he is, He is cute, he has skill, he’s got everything to take the breath away
And maybe i just cant take my breath back before he leave
that’s why i keep my imagination for bring him back. To take it to the scratch again, to welcome the memory come back, at least what i aim is to catch my breath that he took, to put the memories on they’re day again.
I plead somebody connect me back into reality, to tell to my face that he’s running too far to catch, too hard to chase.
But the things that he gave is just too nice to forget over. I dont even care wheather its just one of the skill that people told me or not but he has been the one who make my day turn brighter for many times.
I realize how i was so silly and snivel or fool to remind him in many single times.
When it comes rain, there i will remember how many times he cancelled his go home than how i was so glad to make the chat longer.
Or when it comes Friday, there i will remember how many times he picked me up from school for even just going home.
But it was beeing some kind of the most sweet things that i ever had. And i’m still remember that till now, while maybe in the mean time he’s mind was already took over by that cuter girl, and i bet she’s got more.
Well, its just already over. The time is already up for months ago. The things was so yesterday to left it on the box as i supposed to do just what i did it many times for the other boy i ever got.
He’s just a coincidence, he’s just a handsome guy on the lift, he’s just a man on the street who raised his hand. Now, he’s just it. Exactly it.
Hahaha i guess if only he read this thing, he’s just laugh it out and wonder how i was so green in love to remember this ‘expired’ things in a silly way.
In a silly way that i love the most, and i try to make it up to the date by remembering it many times after its getting less each day. And there they go earlier, i wish somebody wake me up and turn my day brighter. I wish i could find the cuter boy near my gate again, or sweeter boy on the next song.
Or maybe the same boy, the ‘it’ boy in the other date. The other january. The other lift. The other story. The other love song. The better me who still have some to love.
(fool-me)
And guess that he would never remember me again.
Someone’s cute already steal his mind, somebody must be have more than i.
And i wishper, ‘No use for a fret, everybody has aturn to do that, and maybe he is the lucky one to take a turn more than i can take’
Wonder how he is, He is cute, he has skill, he’s got everything to take the breath away
And maybe i just cant take my breath back before he leave
that’s why i keep my imagination for bring him back. To take it to the scratch again, to welcome the memory come back, at least what i aim is to catch my breath that he took, to put the memories on they’re day again.
I plead somebody connect me back into reality, to tell to my face that he’s running too far to catch, too hard to chase.
But the things that he gave is just too nice to forget over. I dont even care wheather its just one of the skill that people told me or not but he has been the one who make my day turn brighter for many times.
I realize how i was so silly and snivel or fool to remind him in many single times.
When it comes rain, there i will remember how many times he cancelled his go home than how i was so glad to make the chat longer.
Or when it comes Friday, there i will remember how many times he picked me up from school for even just going home.
But it was beeing some kind of the most sweet things that i ever had. And i’m still remember that till now, while maybe in the mean time he’s mind was already took over by that cuter girl, and i bet she’s got more.
Well, its just already over. The time is already up for months ago. The things was so yesterday to left it on the box as i supposed to do just what i did it many times for the other boy i ever got.
He’s just a coincidence, he’s just a handsome guy on the lift, he’s just a man on the street who raised his hand. Now, he’s just it. Exactly it.
Hahaha i guess if only he read this thing, he’s just laugh it out and wonder how i was so green in love to remember this ‘expired’ things in a silly way.
In a silly way that i love the most, and i try to make it up to the date by remembering it many times after its getting less each day. And there they go earlier, i wish somebody wake me up and turn my day brighter. I wish i could find the cuter boy near my gate again, or sweeter boy on the next song.
Or maybe the same boy, the ‘it’ boy in the other date. The other january. The other lift. The other story. The other love song. The better me who still have some to love.
(fool-me)
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