Rihanna reminds me of you.

" Hate that I love you."
I really wanted to say that to you but I don't know why when you get mad. I'll try my best to be the most patience lady.
"I try to fix everything but why I'm the only one who have to give in everything."
What I notice about you, you love me when you love me.
I just don't know. I have nothing. I'm no pretty no money no love no hearts.
All I know is I'm helpless.
Upset. I don't hate you. I can't mad at you. I don't want to fight.
" Everything is on my shoulder."
I really love you until I forget everything bad about you. I'm blind.
I'm deaf. I can't see anything bad about you.
"I can't hate you but I hate that I love you so much."
Until you feel annoyed towards me.

I know you hate me because I always write something about you.
"I can't read all those because I'll see that I'm the antagonist in your story"
Believe me my dear. I don't mind if your are the antagonist or pro,
all I know, you always be my hero in my story.

My oh my.

Everyone's missing you and you're missing them.
But did you miss me like you miss them?
I think you miss them more than you miss me.
I'm nothing not something in your life.

You realize something different on others.
So do them.
But me?
Did you realize about me?
No you're not realizing anything about.

It makes me can't write.
I think you're treating others better than you treat me.
Yeah. I know who I'm.
I'm an in dependent girl.
So I can live and do anything without you.
Allah always with me.
Always be by me side.

His favorite quotes.

Kena - Gelak
Kepala - Koyak
Panjang - Pembaris
Sampai - Rosak
Ada? - Aku kesah

Little Green Pyjamas.

Little green pyjamas.
Walking and running.
Small hands and feet.
Fall and stand again.

Little green pyjamas.
Eating and drinking.
Big head and mouth.
Eat and eat again.

Little green pyjamas.
Babbling and screaming.
Laughing and crying.
Pointing and holding.

Who is the Little Green Pyjamas?
He is Adib who wears
the cute Little Green Pyjamas.

She was the only one who felt it.

While they are in the car, going somewhere that they don't even know. No place to stay.

Staring at something.

Kissing hands.

Heart is melting.

These kisses.

Stuck on the hands.

May it stuck forever.

Let it stuck.

The smells from you.

My hand is yours.

I'm for you.

You're for me.

We both in love.

In the room, a bad singer becomes a good singer because love is not just blind but also deaf- Rio

Sing, after song by song.

Keep on singing.

M ix all the songs.

Hear, all the songs that you are singing.

Love the voice, love the singer.

Laugh, all the things that we have done.

Without any cause and reason.

This is crazy.

Phonetics means everything in their life. The best lecturer in the university taught them Linguistics. Reminds her of her best teacher and brother.

I wish I can share this feeling

with you.

But you wouldn't listen to me anymore

because of my mistakes.

The long time ago mistakes

that you still can't forgive me.

On her way to cafeteria near her crush's college. He's walking with his friend that has a face like a Kelantanese footballer. Suddenly,

When I see you, my hand's shaking, my head's spinning.

When I see you, I can't even feel my legs, I can't even blink my eyes.

When I see you, I will laugh, I will smile.

When I see you, you are busy, you don't even see me.

Yeah I'm crazy.

This is for daddy.

He was a good man.

You were a good man.
In your dreamt house.
You were the boss.
Everyone would listen to you.

And,
I still remembered,
when I woke up early in the morning,
you were reciting Muqaddam,
in your subuh prayer.
While others were sleeping soundly.
Ignoring you.
They didn't noticed you woke up for subuh.

I still remembered,
when I wanted to sleep.
You were the one who tucked me to bed.
While she was sewing in the middle of the night.
Helping and trying to support us,
for studying.

I still remembered,
you were the one,
who bought me that doll.
She didn't allow me to have it.
But you were the one,
who bought it for me.
I love that doll.
Now the doll is one of my precious things.

I still remembered.
The hugged you always gave to me.
Made my body warm.
I was a little girl.
I used to follow you,
everywhere you went,
I always behind you,
begging you please don't go.

Now,
the good man,
is not here anymore.
The good man,
is far away from here.

But,
the good man.
He's always in my heart.
Not only in my heart but in our hearts.
Especially her in heart.

The good man.
I wish you were here.
Reading this poem.
It is not a good poem,
but I really wish you were here with me.

Abah.
I love you.
Mom loves you.
You were a good man.

CHILDREN

Children are innocent.

They are the same.

Some of them are different.

No responsibility.

Only satisfaction in doing something.

All they know is joy.

They are calmness.

They are happiness.

Our next generation leaders.

Since they are children.

Let them enjoy their life.

Before all the memories be left behind.

He's the poet.

Love & You.

I find love when I meet you.
I see love with your eyes.
I taste love with your lips.
I smell love with your nose.
I hear love with your ears.
Love is nothing without you.

* I prefer walking with you in the dark rather than walking alone in the light.
I prefer watching you rather than watching movies at the cinema. -me wrote

We are nothing!

Look at me!
Now you're smiling!
See. You look at me!
What are you waiting!
Just kiss me!

Now you're starring!
I said kiss me!
Now you're babbling!
You look at me!
Now we're nothing!

In love

We were in love.
You love me & I love you too.
I hope our love will last forever.

END of our life. Wake up. It is just a dream. -15MAY2013-

Delilah- Hebrew- weak poor

"Come, come in. don't be scared. It is okay. You want an ice cream don't you?" Delilah entered the house. There were two bedrooms in the house One of the room doors was closed and the other one was widely opened. The man pulled Delilah into the widely open room, Delilah fell. Then he closed the door and locked it. "Shhhh." He wanted Delilah to keep quiet and not ask any question. As a five year old girl, Delilah just nodded. He lied Delilah down on a smelly mattress and opened his pants. Delilah closed her eyes tightly. Delilah knew that the man was doing something towards her but Delilah didn't know what should she does to escape from this crazy man who sat on top of her. She tried to scream but she was scared. All she can does was pray to God so that the man wouldn't hurt her and she could go home again. After a few minutes, the man got up from her body and zipped his pants. Delilah opened her eyes. "You can go home now little girl. Here, take your coconut milk and this ice cream as free gifts." He smiled. Delilah started to walk slowly without looking back again.

Mom was cooking in the kitchen. Delilah is scared of her mom see her skirt was wet. It was all the man's fault. Delilah put all the stuffs quickly on the table. She thought her mom wouldn't turn around and talked to her. "Delilah? What is wrong with your skirt? Why it is wet?" "I'm sorry mom I peed." Then she ran away into her bedroom and took a shower. She was scared but she can't cry. Her hands and body were shaking and shivering. "Why he do this to me? Why am I so unlucky? Am I born to satisfy men's pleasure?" She starts to cry in the shower. Now she is seventeen years old teenager and had finished her secondary school. She is good in her education. She is dong part time as a personal teacher to a rich boy near her house while waiting to further her study in a university. "Please Mr. Jack, please leave me alone. Don't hurt me." She begs, hoping that Jack wouldn't hurt her. "If you don't want me to hurt you just keep quiet!" Jack always peeks at her while she teaches his son, Peter. Now he gets what he wants. Jack had been craving for Delilah since the first time he saw her. Delilah tried everything. She tried to commit suicide once but she couldn't because she is scared of death. She knows that she can make it. Whatever it is, life must go on. Whether she likes it or not, she has to go with the flow. No one knows and no one cares about her life. She is the only one who can change her own life.

It had been a month, after Jack raped her. This time Delilah can't bear it anymore. She locks herself in her room. "Delilah? You want to share something with me? Please come out darling. Please come out and eat something." Said her mom from outside her room. She doesn't answer at all. She just remains silence. Mom had been worried Until she asks some help from one of their neighbors to break her door room. "Delilah? Please come out before I break this door." Harry, her neighbor. one of her childhood friends and she adores him since they were small. Delilah opens the door slowly then Harry looks at her eyes. It seems like she had been crying for many days; maybe a month. "What is wrong Delilah? Why are you so sad?" Delilah comes out and hugs her mom. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know how to explain how I hate my life. I feel like I didn't see you for a long time." They both start to cry and hug each other. Delilah looks pale and skinny. Her room smells like a bloated carcass.

After Delilah told everything to her mom and Harry about the man and Mr. Jack, Delilah and her mom decided to move out from the village and start a new life. Delilah thought her mom would mad at her because didn't told about this since the beginning, but her mom understands that her daughter might be shy or traumatized with all those things that had happened to her. To Delilah, her mom knew that she had been suffering for many years. Delilah had to leave all the memories from the old village behind including her crush, Harry. While Delilah sits on the stairs in front of her new house. Suddenly, she heard someone is calling her name and she turns back. "Delilah? Is that you? I have been searching for you." It is Harry. She gets into her house quickly. "Delilah, it is okay. Don't be shy. I'm here to give you this offer letter. I had printed out for you. We get into the same university." Delilah thanks God. She knows that God loves His servants who are always patient with all his tests. Delilah sits on the stairs again and starts to chat with Harry. Harry is glad now that Delilah becomes closer to him because Harry also adores her since they were small.

I can't write.

I can't write. But I can type. I can't laugh. But I can cry. I can't smile. But I can sad. Why everything's negative. Change it. I can write. I can type. I can laugh. I can cry. I can smile. I can sad. Okay much better. So I'm a well develop character. I'm round. I'm not flat. Yes I'm round like myself. I have round face. Round butt. Round hips. Round breast. Yeah! I'm round so what's the problem if I'm round? Do you know why I keep on being round because I'll look ugly when I'm flat. Otherwise people will get jealous on me because I'll look skinny if I'm flat. Haaaa. Better better.

Here's some joke I'll give to you. A Mathematics joke:

In class.

Given 2y: 2. Find the value of y

In quiz.

Given 2y: 2. Find 2y + 1/2y

In exam.

Given 2y: 2. Find the Earth Mass.

*Reality

Actually I can write. :)