back on the keyboard.

heyyyyy,,it had been quiet a while the last time i'm checking out this blog. nothing much to say i guess or it just that i get into so many things that i sumtimes forgot that i have a space to be filled.
 well anyway, nothing much happen lately..except for the big break up wit my gf. i still wondering what were the exact reason that she decided to call it a break. but i dont really give a damn now..i did put my best and guess my best is not enough well i just live with it without even regret on it. and to make the story more ridiculous (the fact that we broke up over some bullshit reasons) she's now actually mingling around with my best friend! yeah dudeeeee..that sucks right?? but anyway..knowing that my best friend is a scum bag, i feel sorry for both of em. seriously. now i hv two ex-s. lool.
 and after a while being alone (not lonely) i met this girl..a fine one. i guess i'm going serious with her but it just too early to tell. let just see how thing goes..owh the whole thing? later i guess~ jeng..jeng..jeng~

falling?

dear U,

it has been like 3 yrs since d last time i met u..and today, i'm sitting right in front of you, i dun hv much to say..sowry, it just that..those eyes..those beutiful eyes, it paralyse me..hmmm...am i falling to you? even so..i will nt be falling to u..cuz...u're way..way too...too...i dun hv d right word right now..bt i juz cant get u, bt i'm happy u're here:')

It's raining in Libya

ah it's raining again,
the same freezing breeze,
the same smell of twist,
i'd sworn that it was so much the same,

pick up the hope jacket,
and maybe the courage umbrella too,
it will be just the same,
more fights and more blood tap,
if we cannot go strong..then we live the pain,

hey friends,
come and grab these arms,
together we are concrete,
we live the spirit and we fight for the kids,
so one day..we can sit in peace and calm,
ah it's raining again

hedayat
0259 hrs
march 25, 2011
  

let's see..

it was july, a fresh one the first time i met her. not a perfect way to declare my existence since i'm juz walking into a shop when he was about to pay for her books. but anyway, seeing someone like her..i was determined to know her and soon after i knew her, i started to get a boost to get her with me. well, i finally did and it was quiet a long relationship with a lot of up and down i mean it..too many up and down. up until 2 years of being together and we decided to call a break. i still remember how she cried, how we kissed, and how i comfort her. i remember the feeling of being alone and sleep on a rusty bus station's stand waiting for the next morning bus. i even remember how'd we say goodbye, the last few word she said knowing that we would not be seeing each other anymore. 

and today, i was browsing through her Facebook noticing that both of us living our lives. she get married to a pilot. a very protective man in my observation. it's good enough to know that she's doing fine..really fine i guess. well as for me, i have to still find ways, climb rocks, fighting waves, fall and get back as usual. i regret that i promised her too many words that i cannot keep. now that i've grown..i learned that man's words are pride. an honor that u must keep. Well, after all we did..i'm still glad that we met. in so many word..i concluded to a wish of happiness and peaceful life.

Congrats on recently having  Darwish:) 

disember 15

ahhh..
it had been a great day. seriously..many good things happened in a day. sometimes it crossed my mind, a thought of how fast things around me grow. change. I went to watch the National Team play against the viet cong. It was a great atmosphere, looking at every single face in the stadium (well actually i cnt c every face..too many.lol) they were like hoping..for sthing different from the squad. well, to be fair..i'd say vietname played well..better, but the malaysian was outsanding wif fighting spirit. they played all-out and for that, they deserve applause from the crowd.


WHAT SAVES A MAN IS TO TAKE A STEP..THEN ANOTHER STEP, THE SAME STEP, BUT YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT~

I'll Be home

tell mum i'll be home,
by dawn of gloomy april,
by the breeze of raining tone,
i'll be home with pieces of heart,
of tears and feels of these and that..

tell mum i won't be long,
i'll pack and go for another year,
for another pain and another adventure,
to be a better lad of my own,
who stands facing all i did wrong..

tell her dat i love her,
for what it takes to stay be loved,
i will now go..for a quest for the poor,
who promise to grow stronger~

Hedayat,
1104hrs, march 29.
(live strong)

Fresh And New

day 1 of blogging..what will you xpect?
ahhh..nothing much i could say..a lot of thing being dancing around my head. I'm currently stuck with a mess by trying to push myself into a soccer team..but, actually..i need to be in the institution before I'm qualified to be selected into the team and worse, i need to be qualified to get into that fucking institution..how's that? it's messy enough huh? well..i'm trying my best right..i got too many plan in ma head..and..all at once, the only plan now is to GET MY BUTT INTO THAT FUCKING INSTITUTION!