i still am should be doing assignments

haaahaaa! =P

*sigh*

still crazy about twilight.

this is just something i did during my free time. I was thinking about Twilight, and wondered about Bella's perspective if Edward never came back and she recalled all the good things about him years after the last goodbye...

I still remember him. I can almost perfectly recall his angelic face in what is left of my imagination. I can see him smiling my favorite, his left mouth turned up higher, making it look crooked. His smile reached up to his eyes, but his frozen marble face wouldn’t let any trace of the slightest of wrinkles appear. His dirty bronze hair billows in the wind, the only part of him that is free from eternal freeze. I remember the way he ran his beautiful, perfect hands through the softness of his hair, a sign of nervousness, one of the new feelings he picked up during those days when we were together.

The way his face turned smooth with no signs of feeling when he’s either angry or irritated, always being a gentleman. The pure horror in his eyes during the times when we had fun with truth or dare, and I dared him to eat human food. The way he sprinted through the lush, green woods on the usual walks we had together to mock show-off for my own personal gain of humor. The sneaky little notes we sent each other in the classes we had together, my scrawls ruining his elegantly flawless handwriting, or manuscript to be precise.

The way our hands intertwined and fit perfectly in one another. When he absentmindedly buried his face in my hair and plant a nice, soft kiss. The way he traced his hands along my face, being extra careful because of my fragile nature. I remember the sound of his laughter, like the sound of bells ringing in the distance. The wonderful scent that came naturally with him, the smell that I can’t seem to get enough of, the scent that left me wanting more of him. I remembered our bodies, delicately intertwined, him curving his to match my natural one. His hard, cold lips lightly touching my soft ones, moving together in harmony, sending waves of pure pleasure throughout myself. The thought that all of these proved that he do, too, love me as much as I love him, if not more.

It has been 42 years, and he is out there somewhere, forever 17, still carrying with him something that has been his since the first time we met; my heart.

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ku online
kemak zul!
=P
huahahahahahah hmmm....

fuck psychology..... =(

skips a beat

*sigh*
he's soooo damn adorable
a super simple and quiet guy
but adorable nonetheless =)

accidents

do happen.

fuck it.....!

blergh....

silat truly ruined my mood for today
i chose the wrong group that practices at 4pm and NOT in the morning
and have i told that it's on a fucking saturday?
fucking fuckity fuck fuck!
how am i suppose to go back home if i had to go to silat practices at 4pm on saturdays?!!?!!??!!
fuck it
now my mood is totally ruined
and my holidays have the potential to suck in accordance to my future sulkingness.
damn it!
i will try my best next week to switch groups.
if i were not to succeed, help me.....

almost confession of a (kinda) broken heart...

oh my. my heart is hurting. again.
when i thought that the light was going to finally, fully shine through
darkness came creeping sprinting in full speed.

i was finally elated
my heart was finally rid of the ache that had set a few months ago
my friends all kind of congratulated me
pushing me closer and closer to that person
made me happy and happier with each smirks from my friends
whenever that person was around
i was almost on cloud nine...

but then, that person became happy again
and my (love) life turned upside down yet again
i was sad again
but it doesn't matter
i don't want to wait again
it kills me each and every time i see them
but now
i'm happy for that person if they are happy themselves
and i shall move on
and find someone else
someone much, much better
for me =)

<3