waktu itu, aku ada.
sekarang, kau mungkin tak perlu aku.
tapi aku nak kau tahu, aku bangga.
semoga berjaya. alhamdulillah, your hard work pays off
sedih hari ni .. sedih ..
kita nak buat orang senyum, kita yang menangis.
gua dah pehal? mereng agaknya.
susah kalau tak boleh marah dekat orang ni.
nak merajuk tak reti. dia tak faham.
lauk malam ini ; baru lah betul - nasi berulam hati berlauk jantung.
kuah?
brick by brick, stone by stone,
i rebuild my heart, i rebuild my home,
then a typhoon called you,
crash it all to ground,
i wander for bricks and i wander for stones.
today just had to be the happiest day.
instead, pouring my heart out.
wish you know what you just did.
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
— Unknown (via fawun)
