She was slapped in the face. Metaphorically. Stabbed in the heart. Also metaphorically.
She's a punchbag.
It all boils down to her being... a nobody. As always.
*slash*
It tears open. It bleeds.
She has never seen such rage. It rendered her scared. Her body tensed up. She refused to believe that the gentle one would have the heart to. She thought she was loved.
She just realized intense pain can make her body go haywire. Not metaphorically.
She tumbled. She fell. What had hit her she does not know. All she felt was her chest was closing in. Her palms were purple-black. She begged for air. With tears streaking down.
The one must not know. She must not tell. She must not show. She wants to give the one eternal happiness. She must learn to try to swallow in her sadness. Though she longs to feel secure and longs to have her tears wiped away and a soft murmur that everything's okay, she'll dig a hole and bury her heart where no one can find it bleeding. The one is all that matters.
The one is loved.
Ps: nothing to do with the living or the dead. Just something I came up with. Lol. Peace.
Hola people. Sorry for the very very very absolutely extremely long hiatus. Been a tad bit busy.
Lots been happening but sadly don't think I have time to blog about them just yet. Today I'm nothing but a potato-coucher. No. More like potato-studychairer. My brain's toast. Not that I studied alot. But my head's a bedlam thinking of what to do first. Gahh.. Math? Physics? Timetable?
Uh-huh. Not timetable of my classes. Timetable of what to do everyday after classes. I seriously need to get more organized. I'm tired of procrastinating and leaving my undies and bras to accumulate until the end of the week then I'd have a Mount Everest of them to wash. And I'm tired of randomly studying something. And I'm tired of sleeping late. And I'm tired of avoiding the baju kurung or slacks I want to wear because it's not freaking IRONED. How come now my baju kurungs suddenly need ironing?? Usually they don't! Sayang have you been jinxing my clothes? I know you have iron fetish (he irons his SOCKS) but don't pass it on to meeee..
So Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday will be undies washing days. Wednesday, Friday and Sunday will be ironing days since my dobby days will be on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. So my clothes will prolly dry on the next day. I also have to make sure I eat at least 2 fruits and 2 litres of water a day. Finish my homework right after class. Recap what new stuff teacher taught on that day after that. And then AS revision a lil bit before and after study group at night. Uh-huh.
Geee.. Hope I'll last. I plan to paste papers the size of parchments on my walls of my timetable. Bwahaha. So I would be psychology-sized to follow.
Oh oh yesterday was loooooveeelllyyy.. I had performance on Friday night so I didn't go back on Friday. Actually I haven't gone back for 3 weeks! Whoa. Record. Anyways, instead I went home on Saturday morning with my baby bloo following me home. Wheee.. We took the train. We planned to study. Uh-huh. Study. Each other XD
Yesterday was sooooo sooo perfect. He only went home at 10.30pm! He was with me since 9.30am. More than 12 hours! Wheee..
We went to the Curve with my parents around 8pm. Ate at my favourite place on Earth. The Steamboat. I've always wanted to eat there with Anwar and my parents but he'd always reject my offer. Hmph. The smartiepants ordered Tomyam soup (soup soup aaaaaaaa...) which is absofreakinglutely hot. The both of us were perspiring like we ran a marathon just under 2minutes. My mommy then took pity on us and changed soups with us (soup sooouuuppp...)
Later we went to get my favourite ice cream on Earth. Yoghurt ice cweaaaamm! I forgot he hates yoghurt. Generally, he hates anything healthy. Total opposite of me. Not only in terms of food. The only similarity we have is our mentality of a 5 year-old. Kan kan syg? Heeee..
I tortured him like Adolf Hitler tortured the Jews. Heeeheeee. I made him eat the ice cweaaam because I couldn't finish it myself. I fed him with such passionate care. Messing up his mouth. Lathering his cheeks and chin with ice cweam. Ah.. such bliss :D
Then, he was kind enough to want to feed me. Only he fed me through my NOSE! Meanie! AAAAAAAAaaaaaa... I had white snowy cold ice cweaaamm on my noseee. Ah.. yes yes. Go ahead. Laugh your head off baby.
The shops were about to close so I panicked because I had to get my stationeries. He teased me all the way about how we had to run to the coolest shop on Earth (what's with me and Earth?) the Popular bookstore to get the coolest stuff anyone could ever have - stationery. Harhar. He knew I had a stationery fetish. My stationery consumption can feed an African family for a month. Seriously. Whaaaattttt.. I can't help itttt..
Before we went back, we were practically running around chasing each other in the mall. Teehee. First it was smothering ice cream on each other in public then it was teasing and smacking each other and then it was chasing around. People must've thought we are idiots. Idiots in love :)
It was a perfect day. Ended with him sleeping on me when he reached home when he was supposed to WAIT FOR ME TO CALL! Do you feel the guilt now baby huh huh? Do you do you? BWAHAHAHA.
I love you sayang. Mwah.