Thursday, July 8, 2010

what the ?

what the ? tyra knp kau sebok dkat sebelah nie ? kau nak kena tampar ke . kau dah lah buruk . meremang bulu roma kau ddk dekat sebelah nie . kau dah lah annoying . benci gila dgn kau . kau tunggu time kau update blog adek ddk sebelah kau sambil kutuk apa yang kau tulis . well kau kan suka tulis bnd yang mengarut . "oh mat tiarap ku" . "tiarap lah diatas ku" . blablabla . kau apahal huh ? kau dah lah poser . kwn2 kau semua poyo . kau kan kawan dgn fashion designer , photographer , model , kawan dgn bdk bdk community . yelah kau kan hot . dah lah kau suka mengintai faez *rambut nak gie downtown . ngaku je kau suka dia tapi dia bukan mat tiarap , harap kau faham . duit dia mmg banyak tapi rambut dia tak sehat . huhh .

okay .

sekarang . saya nak cakap , tgk ! aku dah lupa nak tulis apa sbb sebok tulis pasal mat lampir ni . =______________=

hey , i love you

I look even know deep in the eyes of my soul mate, in the eyes that were so stranger to me at the beginning.
I feel it is above me, above my being, that my life has no meaning, but I also know that being together would kill us, because we would burn each other, as we both are much above the life of the other! We are like the poles of a magnet which attract themselves because they are opposite, but if they were united the magnetism would disappear.
This is why we will always attract ourselves seeking us in the other until death will make us forget each other in the instant of an eternal moment. Let's not forget that that moment too, no matter how eternal it is, is just a moment and nothing else. What about then?
Then will we seek each other restlessly again, in the infinity where we where born to die again, still wrapped in this cloak of vanity, of the impossibility of ever becoming close?

♥lots of love , adawiyahR♥


Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. We had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two

happy birthday (:

happy belated birthday , sayang . (: i hope you know that i will always love you . u're the only one who understand me (: thanks for the day , okay ? look after my heart . i've left it with you . and the sound of your heart . its the most significant sound in my world . i love you more than my own world . wishing you the treasure of happy yesterdays and the gift of bright tomorrows . happy birthday . i love you forever and ever and ever (:
heart you , MUHD HAZWAN B AZMAN .