Sense and Sensibelonglity

There was somewhere in this week, me and Ain, we were in the lab supposedly doing research on literature, symbolism and stuff. Like many others, we didn’t. All the while, what we did was talk about clothes, fashion, how to dress up preppy-ly and bla bla bla we chatted. Yeah! We boys do talk about fashion; it’s the necessity of life —even for Ain!

Browsing through fashion sites, looking at clothes and commenting on each and everything that catches our eyes! It was fun. Yet soon we realize how different we were in most of the ways. He likes to dress-up looking all preppy while I’ll go for bold choices and daring colours. Looking at the models, we would fight over which style looked better. It is ridiculous now to think ‘bout it, of course I would be arguing on his hippy, old-skool style and he would brutally criticize my style. Still, he would purposely let me win, I always did! (Evil grin)

Who cares if you have dull personality or crappy attitude (NO! It does not refer to me), but at the very least please do have a good sense of style, your own sense of style (even if it is a crappy shitty looking style). It is yours and learns to embrace people’s comments.

Sometimes After

I thought the play was my memorable experience and my special moment to treasure but… turn out it was after the play… one sweet moment

A glimpse of happiness was on everyone’s face, now that the play was over, it lifted a big burden off everyone’s shoulder. Everyone worked their butt off for the staging of the play, months of preparation and practice, finally we did it. When everything went as expected, we can’t help but to celebrate it with smiles on our face.
Dressed up in my Lorenzo costume, I walked to the piano, I sat by Hayat who was playing the piano, serenading everyone there including myself. It was a quaint piano who knows how old it was or how long it had been there, but it worked well despite ages existed.

I sat beside her as quietly as I can, not a single word was uttered, not by neither of us. She was too engrossed in playing the piano, I could see her face enlightened in a different way every time she touched the piano. Hayat is different than the other pianist I’d known, she didn’t know how to read notes, but she listened well, well enough until she was able to play the piano only by listening.

I sat there, serenaded by her. Looking aimlessly, I was—no, everyone was tired including me. I was exhausted and my mind went completely blank after that. All that I could listen to was this sensational sound of piano in front of me. The soothing sounds wipe out the exhausted look on my face and it cleared out my mind.

Sometime after that, consciousness came in a small light flashes: that was when I realized she had stopped playing. I look at her, she smiled and I smiled back at her. That was when Intan who was just finished changing from her costumes to t-shirt came and sat beside both of us. I could see that, she too was impressed with Hayat.

Yat…play some familiar song for me…

A song that I would least expect anyone to play for me, one song that I had been addicted to for months and I knew she knew I like the song, I didn’t knew she could play the song though. It was Please Don’t Stop the Rain by James Morrison. Everyone who knew me well knew how much I am crazy for James Morrison. For some it might be just another ordinary song that you listened to over and over again. You may think it was just another song that you got addicted to and then you get crazy over it and for sometime later you forget about it. No… not for me and a lot of thing happened these past few days and this moment, It was like…MAGIC…the mood, the sound, everything was just perfect, perfect enough for me to cherish… I don’t know how to explain but I just know I like it.

Thanks Hayat.

A Piece of My Mind

Last night I told my roommate that I am very happy with all of my classmates. When I first came into the class, I describe myself as being ‘STUCKED’ with this bunch of crazy people. After spending almost three semesters with them, I can now replace the word ‘STUCKED’ with ‘TOGETHER’. We had our differences, we our differences and we had faced our differences. Being with this 24 people from different backgrounds and different world, at times I can’t help but to laugh at each and every single one of them for having this too many personalities.

Today, our class organized a birthday party. I was just SO EXCITED about this party, I even bought a microphone and poppers just to make sure that this party went as planned. UNFORTURENATELY, things didn’t go as I’d panned it would be. It went superbly.

Lots of impromptu events that happened, candid moments to remember and most importantly stomach full of cakes and KFC, lastly bunch of ROCKSTAR WANNABES that think they can sing.

As claimed by my classmate Iylia, “good food+great music+nice moves+happy faces+laughing out loud+screaming your lungs out = one happy family…”

At the end of the party, we stayed for a bit longer and turn the party into despair…sang our heart out with miserably depressed songs…emo moment there! But those are just the IRONY of us!

Turning all those emo songs into fun and joyful song…just one of my many talents…hahaha

Hope we can keep this up till we are TOGETHER in… you know where…

I Am There

We had a Raya celebration in the campus today, no class, no lecturers, couldn’t have been better. They whole class has been excited about it for months. We chose to be in the same color, green to be exact, so I had to follow them, even by wearing my last year baju melayu since mine was orange. I don’t mind at all, at least everyone will look picture perfect with matching color.

I was a bit tired, yesterday was hectic. All sort of thing happened at once. Today I woke very early, went down to HEP to take the register. Also to the car park, nobody was there except Sanak, Mimi and Akmar. We waited for the others to come. Looking all glamorous, they walk into the car park (where we had our raya celebration) only to know they had to count, divide and give sate to everyone else. We were laboring ourselves all day.

I was not feeling well, I didn’t show it though. It’s nice to know that Afiq noticed it, Afiq was with me since last night, since his roommate was not here, he hang out in my room. He said he only left my room somewhere around 4 last night. He said I couldn’t sleep well, but I didn’t realize it. He said I even woke up a lot, but my roommate was sleeping soundlessly. I didn’t realize I was doing that while sleeping. Maybe I was just too tired.

Everything turned out to be great today, the celebration was a blast. Everyone was happy, since we were all in the same color; pictures were awfully taken a lot. It’s nice to see everyone taking pictures with friends, smiling, laughing and joking around, every single one of us were happy. I too help to take pictures of others. After the class picture was taken, everyone gone berserk, they can’t stop snapping pictures among them. Everyone was happy including my good friends, all engrossed in taking pictures. Funny how my own phone was filled with their pictures instead of my own. On such a happy day, all of my good friends were happy, everyone was smiling and laughing, having fun. But they forgot me.

3# Bon Voyage (part 2)

I am going to UK…

When?...

Next year…the year you would be coming back…the world stopped the minute she uttered the confession…he was completely and utterly shocked and surprised by it.

Sorry I could not be here…sorry…only tears that were able to accompany her confession…nothing else…not even her a slight regret cause SHE HAD MADE HIM FELT HER LOVE

The day was so cold …seemed as though as the earth was breathing cold breath, seemed as though as the sky was accompanying her tears with its rain. The sun too seemed to hide away its light… but not her; she can no longer hide her feeling nor hoe she felt. She had been crying all night long…inside and outside…she don’t show it much but inside only Lord knew how painful it was… at time she can even listened to her heart screaming, it is so much painful…nothing was more painful than losing the one you love.

If she can fix the time, she would turn it backward… and relived the day that they missed each other, the day the spent together, the day they uttered the word LOVE. Last night was one of the worst nights of her life... they texted each other. The conversation was more than just saying goodbye…it is the last goodbye…OH! HOW SHE WISH SHE COULD HAVE JUST ONE MORE DAY WITH HIM…just FOR ONE MORE DAY…nothing else. He said to her…

Take care of yourself…who knows what might have happened to us when I come back…we could be together or it could be the other way around.

If you find anyone better… go for it, you don’t have to wait for me…

Though he uttered the words…but inside he wish he didn’t…he don’t want to lose him… the same goes foe her…

She cried till her eyes had swollen… she told him the same… they both LOVE each other so much that they are willing to let one another go…a holy sacrifice for their LOVE…

Today was the day…she told herself.

Today was their 40th day being a couple… however, it is too short. They had known each other since school years… she wished they would have been a couple since that time. Today was supposed to be a special day for them… but…it was not.

Today everything seemed to be all wrong…in class she couldn’t concentrate at all… she was in class, but not her soul…her soul was with him…

For the last time he phoned her…moment before he sailed…

He took a deep breath…and finally… he… said…

Bye...

Goodbye my lover…

When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love

"Make You Feel My Love"

by Adele