Back to work

Things were going well lately.
My work is going well oso.
KK shouted like hell to somebody today.
He’s on PMS maybe?
No -he said tht he’s not gettin an enuf sleep then.
And people made him pissed off.
He’s not the one who like to gettin mad at someone for no reason.
And I? getting lazy to do work as well KK ask me to do.
Didn’t see him for 1 weeks mybe.
Just had a conversation tru d phone.
I miss him so badly.
Yeah he’s so.

giddy.happy.sorrow.mellow.

reached the venue around 9pm.
with 8 VIP passes to entered the concert.
only 4 passes im using it.
concert involving 30 artistes.
the front stage was too crowded.
thumbs up for hot fm for the successful event.
goin back home around 12am.
bad news my grandfather passed away.
headin to ss15.
waitin for my mum pick me up n goin back to Tikam Batu.
reached kampung around 1pm.
everybody was was hurting.
everybody was mourn and I’m sad.
I didn’t spend a lot of time with my grandpa.
memories of the time i had when i was young came back.
had the funeral arranged.
before Asar.
decided to hav tahlil for 3days2nite.
goin back to KL tomorrow.
bus to kl 1.30pm.
reached kl 7.30pm
called him.
prepared for the next day.
work.work.

writing mood

i just finished watching almost famous ( for the 3rd time)(what a great movie!).
so im in a writing mood.
The revealing movie about what it’s like to be on the road as a touring musician.
It’s so honest in it’s portrayal of the touring lifestyle that it’s almost scary.
Nothing like being on the road for a while to show you the most ugly and nasty sides of people and of the life we live.
I love that movie.
I think Kate Hudson as Penny Lane has got to be one of the greatest characters ever in a movie.

Right now I’m hungry, but don’t feel like getting up or eating.
I’ve already brushed my teeth, and don’t think there are any foods left.
I’ll continue later….

Hopeless romantics

I used to call myself a hopeless romantic. Before I knew the gut-wrenching pain of a broken heart. Before I had ever cried my tear ducts dry. Before I had ever had reason to wish that the world would open up and devour me whole to take away my pain. Before I had experienced a lost love. Then I was a hopeless romantic. Because I could afford to be. I thought of love as some powerful and all-conquering entity with which all things were made possible.

Hopeless romantics believe in love and fairy-tales. They dream of roses and candlelight, walking on the beach at sunset, and dancing in the rain. They know that somewhere out there is a knight in shining armour ready to carry them off, or a beautiful princess waiting to be carried off into the sunset. Hopeless romantics believe in true love, and the eternal bliss that comes from being united with one’s soulmate is what they crave most.

Hopeless romantics recognize in themselves the ability to love infinitely deeply, and they ache to be loved with the same fervour in return. When a hopeless romantic has someone to lavish their affection on, lavish they do. Hopeless romantics sometimes write love letters full of poetic phrases and send flowers, but mostly they try to find a thousand thoughtful little ways to show their love. They make romance into an art form.

Hopeless romantics wear rose-coloured glasses. In their eagerness to find “the one”, a hopeless romantic may either be extraordinarily picky or not discerning enough. Hopeless non-romantics think that hopeless romantics are delusional and too intense. Other than the seeming futility in the search for a soulmate, nothing frustrates a hopeless romantic more than a significant other who does not understand the hopeless romantic temperament.

Sometimes, in this cynical world, it seems like the population of hopeless romantics is declining. One has only to look at the number of movies and songs about love that are currently popular to prove otherwise. It may also seem that there are many more hopelessly romantic women than romantic men. This isn’t surprising in a culture where a man might get snapped at for opening the door for a woman. Men and women often have different ways of expressing their emotions, and the number of hopelessly romantic men is probably much higher than anyone could tell simply by observation.

Hopeless romantics are the idealists, the sentimental dreamers, the imaginative, and the fanciful. They give the world its once-upon-a-times and happily-ever-afters. Hopeless romantics may have their feet on the ground, but their souls fly somewhere over the rainbow.

I love Him

I love him for what he is,
I love him for loving me,
I love him because he understands,
I love him for making me free.
I love him for listening,
I love him for being so sweet,
I love him for being there,
I love him for his defeats.
I love him for his goofiness,
I love him because he’s shy,
I love him for his generosity,
I love him because he doesn’t lie.
I love him for the good times,
I love him for the bad,
I love him when he’s jealous,
I love him because I never had.
I love him because he’s just as inexperienced as me,
I love him because we are both learning together,
I love him because he admits his faults,
I love him because I want this to be forever.
I love him because he kisses well,
I love him for his hair,
I love him for his beautiful eyes,
I love him because he cares.
Some say I don’t know what love is,
Some say I do,
Some say I’m too young to know,
But how do you know if your love is true?
He is always there,
He is my Best Friend,
He knows my weaknesses,
And he still loves me to no end.