tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72746502427575714612024-03-06T00:00:19.582-08:00sesumpah tengah bacafifieprofilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262782555960576282noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274650242757571461.post-38374195901152026192011-09-12T21:43:00.000-07:002011-09-12T21:47:21.328-07:00Silence<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">love . we say it every single day to our lovers, moms, wives, and loved ones . but do we really know the real meaning of it ? and sure, each of us has our own love story . and this is a story of a girl named Mawar . Dear diary, this is the day that he came into my life . he asked me alot . my name, what was i doing, and some I cant even remember . i didn't reply a word . and then, he asked for my phone number . i was thinking, ''why not? so i gave him . and thats it . i didn't even say a word to him on that day . but i guess sometimes, silence can bond two people together more than words can . i was wrong after all . he never calls . not a single SMS . well i guess, love is not for a person like me . how i wish I'm like Rose in the Titanic . to be so loved by someone, that he will risk his life just to save mine . but the moment i was going to stop thinking about it, he called . i didn't really quite know what was my feeling that time . whether i was nervous, happy, or mad . but one thing i know, i did something very stupid . i lied to him . it wasn't me who was talking to him . i know what i did was wrong . but it seems, thats the only choice i had . Dear diary, todays the day . I'm going to meet him . once again . it's his birthday . i really hope he'll like my present . it's not much . but the more important thing is . I'm going to make it up to him . enough with all the lies and silence . im going to tell him the truth . why i never said a word to him before . that i am... ''here comes the mute girl . and she's a liar, too . ''liar! why she did that to me? just because i can't talk like everybody else? they say life is wonderfull . but not for me . it has been mean to me all these while . people around me, they don't see good things out of me . to them, I'm just a stupid girl who can't even talk . ''hye mute girl . i dont wanna see your face again . go away! ''you cant even talk . ''hye mute, never ever bother me again . understand ? No! I'm more than that just a stupid girl mute girl . enough with all these . i can't take it anymore . Shauqee, if you ever read, that means i'll be long gone . How i wish i could talk to you, sing to you, and to tell you how i really feel about you . but it seems, life will not always be the way you want it to be . all i can do is writing it on a piece of paper, for you to read . ''hey . are you ok ? what are you doing here all alone ? huh ? are you mute or something ? please, take care of my diary . if you thinking of me, read it . i'll always be right by you side, reading it, remembering our short memories together, with you . forever, and ever . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dcoret afy ari selasa . 12:44 PM... ;')</span>fifieprofilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262782555960576282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274650242757571461.post-58587600866923063842011-09-08T20:30:00.000-07:002011-09-08T23:49:41.247-07:00PERTAMA a first love story<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">setiap orang muda pasti akan teringat cinta pertama nya , dan cuba menangkap kembali hari-hari asing itu , yang kenangan nya mengubah perasaan di relung hati nya , dan membuat nya bahagia di sebalik kepahitan yang penuh misteri . sesebuah episod cinta akan berlaku di mana sahaja . tak mengenal usia , tak mengenal rupa . tidak di nafi kan Cinta Pertama terukir pada zaman persekolahan . ini kisah aku . kisah cinta pertama aku . cinta datang tak mengenal erti . dan cinta aku datang bila aku masih mentah . masih tidak bersedia . agak kekok bagi aku untuk memula kan sebuah kisah baru yang tak pernah aku alami sebelum ini . pada usia remaja ini , pengalaman aku tentang cinta masih lagi cetek . masih teragak-agak untuk membuat keputusan . kesudahan nya , aku harus berani menempuhi nya . tak gentar dengan keadaan sekeliling tak mudah goyah dengan apa jua yang mendatang . dari cinta pertama lah aku memahami , aku ikut erti kasih sayang dan erti kerinduan . walaupun ia berakhir namun menyimpan kenangan masih terpahat dalam ingatan . namun aku tidak boleh membiar kan cinta pertama itu terlalu menguasai diri ini sehingga kan terlepas pandang . cinta sejati yang akan menanti . dalam kita mencari apa yang di impi kan , kita pasti akan berhadapan dengan pelbagai halangan dan cabaran . cabaran yang membuat kan kita terkeliru dengan tujuan sebenar dalam mencari cinta . terpulanglah kepada kita untuk menentu kan apa yang terbaik untuk diri sendiri walaupun ia nanti akan menuntut pengorbanan yang terlalu besar . perjalanan aku masih jauh . masih sama . dan aku perlu berani membuat segala keputusan . perlu kah aku menurut kata hati ini ? atau membiar kan masa dan keadaan sekeliling yang menentukan segala gala nya ? </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxZ4aHD3gUgii-a6fc7SVhgbuKz8P-KRdP71uPM7AD8l_3ybz-GTVQKfrXWDlX_bC_jqsiklzqaqOEbbuxh3oC3DKao_Y8jJnAE7_-LZXRBBelU_kzIeUt5I-nIaFzfkwLxGRAIwoQBY/s1600/mirulamie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxZ4aHD3gUgii-a6fc7SVhgbuKz8P-KRdP71uPM7AD8l_3ybz-GTVQKfrXWDlX_bC_jqsiklzqaqOEbbuxh3oC3DKao_Y8jJnAE7_-LZXRBBelU_kzIeUt5I-nIaFzfkwLxGRAIwoQBY/s320/mirulamie.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">mirul</span> : Amie! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">amie</span> : awak lambat . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">mirul</span> : sori saya lambat . terlepas train lah tadi . dah lame awk tunggu sya ? nahh (bunga Ros) utk awk . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">amie</span> : wahh! terima kasih mirul . harum nya . hm..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: same same . awk dh minum ? awk nk minum ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: tak terima kasih . kenapa awk dahaga ke ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : saye tak lah dahaga sangat . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: pasti awk rase janggal kan .</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: kenape ?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : kite duduk sini . sampai senje . kite ckap kt sekolah pun brape kali je . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: saye pn perasaan jugak awk kt sekolah . awk pelajar baru kan . mesti ramai yang nk tackle awk . (senyum sambil ketawa ketawa). baru sebulan awk sekolah kat situ ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : tak le . dua, duabulan . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : owhh.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: first time saye nampak awk rase mcm nk kenal dgn awk . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">mirul</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : oh yeker ?? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : a'ah, sebab awk comel sangat . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : hehehe (senggih manje) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Di sekolah, waktu balik sekolah....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: Hi mirul. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: mira kawan awk tu kate nak jumpe saye ekk? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: a'ah, mira . awk ok tak ?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: ha saye ok je . kenape ? awk segan ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: na-ah! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: mcm mana sekolah kat sini ? ok tak ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: okay. cikgu semue baik. kecuali cikgu Pn.Zanariah, tegas . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: ye memang . kalau mcm awk tak hbs buat kerja rumah, mmg kene denda pnya ketuk kreta api . (hehehe) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : oh yeker? kejam nyer . (dua dua ketawa tersenyum gembira terukir dwajah mirul & amie . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sbenar nya saye nk jumpe awk ni nk cakap something . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : oh yeker ? pe dia..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> : esok jumpe kat KLCC boleh ? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: erm...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: please.. to see the world. ;')</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: pukul 4 petang . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: tak lah . senja lah . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: 9pagi? kedai tak buke lagi . err let i see, kol2 ?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: tak nak! kol10 ??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">mirul </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: pukul10... hehehehehe (ketawa manje saat btentang mate)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">amie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">: awk tgh hari panas lah wakk . xtak ek kuar tgh hari. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mirul terus menulis no.telefon dtangan Amie . dan terus beredar . keesokan harinya......</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">(10:01 am +49days 23hours)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">telefon mirul berbunyi . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">#Hye wan! aku okay . sehat . kau pulak ? g ane ? Genting Highlands ? sape lagi ? Eyra?? siot engkau . dia takde bagi tau aku ape pon tentang ni . bile korang dah planning ni ? on hold . nanti aku cll kau balik . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Qi : Assalamualaikum . Mirul!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mirul : ha Qi kau nk pe?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Qi : ha xde . ni ha surat utk kau . </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mirul : ha terima kasih . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">terus mirul membuka sampul surat dan baca isi kandungan ddalam surat tersebut . surat dari Amie </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">Dear, Amirul... all those days i've spent with you I still dont know how to express what i feel. the look from your eyes, make my heart beats faster. You make me blush, when you hold my hand. Mirul, i have never met a person like you, seriously, you are a nice person. Always making me happy, I thank you for all that. With no reason, I really have to go. I have nothing for gain, just sorrow, tears, and more pain. it was the day I realized, that somehow, somewhere, we will meet again. I wish, you could wait for me. Amie.... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">cinta pertama tidak semesti nya yang terbaik, tetapi yang pertama itu tetap akan dikenang.... ;') Thank You .</span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em; text-align: center;">Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.<br />
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay.<br />
Oh, I believe in yesterday.Suddenly, I’m not half the man i used to be,<br />
There’s a shadow hanging over me,<br />
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.</div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;">Why she had to go<br />
I don’t know she wouldn’t say.<br />
I said something wrong,<br />
Now I long for yesterday.</div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;"></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;">Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.</div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;">Now I need a place to hide away.<br />
Oh, I believe in yesterday.</div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;"></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;">Why she had to go<br />
I don’t know she wouldn’t say.<br />
I said something wrong,<br />
Now I long for yesterday.</div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;"></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em;">Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.<br />
Now I need a place to hide away.<br />
Oh, I believe in yesterday.</div>fifieprofilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262782555960576282noreply@blogger.com0