sumthng just struck me when i sit down on my lovely couch watching "legendrias se momento"...a beautiful docudrama in spanish abt these bunch of nimwits inbreds spiolt brats who dnt appreciate family fren n life. how life's simple pleasure is taken for granted n how bein selfish n arrogance get u nowhere.
theres a few scripts tht i love n i wana share. life simple pleasure.
"Laughter: the knee-slapping, eye-watering, straight from the belly kind."
"Holding hands with loved ones or getting sms when you least expected"
"Having a cup of freshly brewed coffee over the morning papers"
"Watch an old favorite movie with a bowl of chips in hand"
"Sleeping in on a cold saturday morning"
"The threads u aim now on sale, n it still hav ur fav color n size"
"You take out an old handbag and find a $50 note which you left eons ago"
"Going up the weighing scale n realise you've finally lost weight"
"After a month long of diet, u finally cn gobble down pizza n spaghetti"
"The entire family sitting down together for a meal or a game of monopoly"
"Taking the day off to simply curl up in bed with a good book and hot chocolate"
"The long weekend you get when a public holiday falls on sunday"
so thn, whn u sit n think abt it, how sumtyms life is taken for granted, u felt wasted. u felt so raw n guilt builds up in you. but thn u realise taking thngs for granted will only bring misery to you for not bein appreciative n thts whn u hav to pick up the pieces n move on. not to hold on to the past or present just to get on with life. it makes u ponder thn emotional n sensitive n it breaks u down. freak~
haiz. some ppl jz dnt knw whn to hav fun, whn to get dwn serious n whn to relax. its depressing u knw. to see the ppl doesnt knw the value of it. n how it slowly affecting u in a way tht u juz hav to bear wif it. haiyo...so ignorant of them.
ouhya, yest kluar g town wif some of dphat. n ya we met up at cthal. thn akid left for home coz hes tired. neya got a call frm farhan, he wants to meet her(so do we,me n fad)...hes at taka n hes practicing his flairing wic is supa good lah. so ya me neya n fad went to town by walking, the rest, fadz zal fyk aishah nor n anto, went by bus. well me n fad wana save our ezlink n so neya wana accompany us. so we told thm we meet thm at town str8.
walking to town wasnt all tht bad especially whn u hav ur bitches along to chat wif. it was refreshing n funny. we talk abt almost evrythng unda the sun. n thn we realise how similar in thots we r. hehehkz. so much chemistry. thn met farhan togeda with his frens amirul n rizal at taka garden n watch the art of flairing. its amazing. ouh n not to forget tht the rest were at lucku plaza playing pool.
time passed us. its almost 7. neya had to go n so do we. so we packed up, me n fad sent neya to train thn we walk down to far east to join back wif the rest. reached there, we saw ayang n shahir. thot ayang not coming agn but he turned up. so ya, me n fad left thm eating n we proceed to level one to smoke. was kinda full lah.
while smoking we spot ahmin. hehe. very the loud girl. she n her emo frens i guess. was jus doin the natural hug n kiss. thn she left her regards to the rest. heh. so we waited. thn to cut the story short, we headed off to nowhere. ahakz n thts farnie. coz we juz keep on walkin with no destination in mind. n like seriously its like ghosttown lah. tkda kedai yg bukak. u cn only depends on 7-11. lame.
sampai dhoby ghaut, we settled dwn. chatted, joked, laughed...thn ard 9pm. we parted. i joined my family n the rest went home. so thts abt it. feelin lethargic still...n meeting the rest tmr. so ya logging off.
toodles
mizbithaqueen
p.s:
Who knows what happened to my heart!
One moment it was right here, the next it was lost.
Love happened to you, sweetheart,
though you deny it a hundred thousand times, sweetheart!
My charming sweet, this is love, dear heart!
You didn't even turn back to look at me.
I paused too late;
when my heart finally wanted to stop you,
you’d already left.
Who knows what happened, why this heart went mad!
Hey, time, stop; stand still, wait!
Turn back, run backwards!
I left myself behind somewhere,
there where I turned back.
Where am I, where are you?
What sort of magic is this?
Who am I to you?...My gaze is restless...What an effect love has on me!...Don't stay quiet; tell me at least this much:...Who am I? Who am I to you?
