tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43615186822730246702024-03-05T14:54:29.588+08:00|`Two Hearts Into One`|Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-58485276292250877612013-08-22T11:33:00.000+08:002013-09-18T18:35:01.685+08:00Wait! It's so fragile. Please handle with care.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It starts off texting all the time. Sending each other smiley
faces, making each other smile. Flirting, staying up late at night just having
fun. Then things get more serious. You start getting more personal. Then you
meet, you kiss him, you fall for him. Then he asks you out. You date. Doesn't
matter for how long, but you fall. Fall hard enough you don't know what's
happening. And when you wake up, you're left with reality. He breaks up with
you in a matter of not even a month, or maybe more. But in the end, it's all
the same. You always end up with a broken heart. & you keep going back to
him because you love him. You'll take his crap, you don't care, <span style="color: red;">because you
just want him</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">I need a boy. A true guy. One who looks real tough, but won't make
me cry. I need that kinda guy who understands and even when he's with his boys,
he still says "baby, hold my hand". I don't want to fall to the
ground, I want to fall in love.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Every girl, I guarantee you, has been played by some guy before.</span>
And these guys make us girls feel like shit; they break our hearts, rip our
worlds apart but we still keep coming back to them. Why? You know, maybe it's
true when they say boys are smarter than girls. Because boys go around giving
their love out to every girl they can find so they won't get hurt. And girls
only focus on that one boy. We give him everything we got, and make him our
world. We over think everything he does, while he plays it off like no big
deal. We're the ones waiting by the phone at night, while he's on the phone with
someone else. We're clueless to his act, and it ends up hurting us in the end
because we care too much. And what will he do? Move on when you start to
cause too much drama.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">You're playing with my heart and it's getting really lame. Decide
what you want. The girl or the game?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">You can lead people to the truth but you can't make them
understand it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">My head constantly tells me not to be so stupid, but my heart
won't listen.</span><br /><br />That's the problem with us, we're too much alike. We're stubborn
asses & always want to get our own way. We both hate to be wrong& love
to be right. But that's the thing about love. <span style="color: red;">No matter what happens, we always
come back for each other one more time.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">Do you remember when we first met? The way you looked I
can't forget. I smiled at you and you smiled back. It felt just like a
heart attack.</span><br /><br />Let's try to keep this simple because I hate having to write such
long things about you. The thing with you is that you're arrogant and ever
since you've entered my life, it's been chaotic like hell but you are also the
best thing that's ever happened to me. The way you try to act cool and pretend
like you hate me, you're my 'once in a lifetime kinda love' and I don't know
what I'd do without you.<br /><br />Only you yourself can give you the best advice. It sounds oh so
cliche, but follow your heart.<br /><br />I want someone who won't care that I hate wearing shoes, that I'm
incapable of sitting still, that I can't grasp the concept of cleaning, and I
refuse to be ladylike. Someone who realizes that half the decisions I make are
usually ones I regret, and I have the right to overreact at any given moment. I
want someone who knows how completely insane I am, and he wouldn't want me any
other way.<br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">The higher you build the walls around your heart, the harder you
fall when someone tears them down.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">You're probably the most confusing person I've ever met. Maybe
that's why I want you more, you keep me interested.</span><br /><br />I like how a smile never leaves my face when were together. I like
the way you tickle me because you know how much i love to laugh, I like how you
give me big hugs spontaneously just because you know how much i love them. I
like how things are between us, I've never been this close to someone in so
little time. I'm actually terrified though, i don't think my heart can handle
another break.<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">No girl should ever forget that she doesn't need someone who
doesn't need her.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">If he takes the time to argue with you then he cares more than you
think.</span><br /><br />She’s the girl that believes that what comes around goes around.
The one that hopes for a better day. The one that won’t give up on you. She’s
the girl that’s unlike the rest. The one that spent her days smiling, and her
nights crying. She’s the girl that would love to be loved. The one that looks
so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the girl that picks herself up every
time she falls. She is the girl with a big fragile heart. So guys, if you're
the lucky one to have her, please handle her heart with care.<br /><br />I realized something. I need you, I trust you, I admire you, I
want you. And you can be wrong a lot of the time, and we can fight and get mad
at each other, but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I
love you.<br /><br />I don't care how far you are from me, or how long it's been since
we talked. I don't care how mad I got at you, or how mad you've been at
me, you're still what matters most to me and I'm never gonna give that
up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good
intentions.<br /> </span><br />
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<br />Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-79022045543675218922013-07-22T09:42:00.000+08:002013-09-18T18:44:20.037+08:00Things happen, just go through it!<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;">Every man needs a woman when his life is a mess because the queen protects the king, just like in a game of chess. Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">You can't put one relationship on hold for another. It's like call waiting. You leave one person on hold long enough, they're gonna hang up. I think its crazy how he can’t bear to see me by another guy side, but he doesn’t want me right by his, either. Isn't it weird? Yes he is. Maybe the reason why you have to stop loving a person is because fate chose both of you to be friends, where forever is a lot more possible. So what I'm gonna do now is just as simple as ABC like what I did before. Get up. Move on.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">But hey boy, just remember one thing! One fine day, when the world seems to ignore your presence and all the people around you seems to avoid and pretending you're not there, by time you'll realized how worth I'm to you. So you thought you were gonna throw it back in my face, well tell me how do my leftovers taste? Now that I'm gone, you've finally realized that I was worth waiting for. But, obviously, you weren't. You make the wrong choice. Always. Regret. That's the one word you'll only find the meaning of your life.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">You can call it fate, or destiny. Sometimes it really seems like it's a mystery, cause you can be hurt by love, or healed by the same, timing is everything. And it can happen so fast, or a little bit late, but still timing is everything. This is when the fake laugh comes in to play 'cause its days like today when it's better to just pretend that everything is okay.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Ever since I was born, since the first time I spoke a word to my mom, she taught me something valuable which I'm afraid and phobia of till today. She always said 'don't be afraid to fall in love. It's the only thing that matters in life.' Well I never found the truth in her word. I live in environment of love. My parents love each other. My siblings love one another. My brothers love their lady and my little younger loves their partner. I see how love matters in life then. But I can't feel it either 'cause I'm not the person worth it for love. I'm not that type.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">People around will never help you. That's what life promises us. But when everything in life ruined, they matter the most about the things you should have done long ago. They whispered. Hey boy, see that girl? Yeah, she’s the one who stuck up for you, the one who stayed up till midnight just to talk to you. She’s the one whose heart flutters when she gets a call or text from you, the one who says good morning every time she gets the opportunity, and the one who prays she’ll get a chance to say goodnight. Boy, she’s the one who fought for you, the one that missed you and loved you. But by the time you realize that she’s the girl you want, she’ll already be with the guy who figured it out.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">The past year has been filled with tears, heartbreak and constant worrying. Just as I threw the towel in and walked away from love. What I really hope that's, when you came in, you showed me that not all boys leave and that it’s okay to give your all to someone. For the first time in a while I feel like I'm on top of the world so please, I beg you, don't break my heart! For the second time! Once again. Please don't!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Everyone wish for one perfect thing happen in their life. So am I. You know when you finally get over someone and then you look back on them like a month or a year later and you think like wow I was so stupid? Or you talk with your best friends about past crushes and everyone laughs at all the boys they've liked in their past and you make fun of each other for all the stupid boys you liked? Well I'm really waiting for that moment with you. I want to be over you and I want to be able to laugh and think how dumb I was for being hooked on you for so long. I want to be able to brush it off and just move on. I can't wait for that moment.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: red;">Loving you is wonderful, and complicated; and yet it makes me feel as if I'm conquering the world.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><br />I just can't even describe the feeling you give me. It's like when I'm talking to you or when I'm with you, I just forget about everything else. As cliché as it sounds, you make me so incredibly happy. I just wonder what being around me makes you feel</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better and who makes you say my life has changed since I've been with her. Thinking of you always keeps me awake; dreaming of you keeps me asleep and being with you, keeps me alive. The best feeling in the world knows you finally took a step in the right direction; a step towards the future where everything that you never thought was possible is possible.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">These other guys are sweet, and they treat me right, but none of them give me the feelings I got around you. But I guess I've come to accept second best, because that's all anyone's been since I met you. Even if you think the flame has died, there's a least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see me again!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Life is the ability to feel so happy; you think your insides are going to explode. It's being so upset or disappointed, you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. It's running so hard, you can barely breathe. T\It's the feeling of panic when you know you've been caught doing something wrong. It's having that sudden rush before you kiss someone you care about. It's opening your eyes and feeling the sting because you spent the whole night crying. It's letting people go because new ones come in, and all the while realizing that life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it. When I'm with you I feel like that's where I belong and honestly, that's the only place I want to be.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">You know that feeling? That feeling as if you're on top of the world? The feeling you get after your first date. The feeling you get after you laugh with your best friend. The feeling you get when meeting your idol. That’s how life should feel every day.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><br />Someone will always be prettier. They will always be smarter. Their house will always be bigger. They will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school, and their husbands will fix more things about the house. So let it go, and love yourself and your circumstances. Think about it: the prettiest women in the world have turmoil in their house, and the highly favored woman at your job may be unable to have children. And the richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, and the clothes but might be lonely. And the world says "if I have no love, I am nothing." So again, love that you are. Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say "I am blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed. Winners make things happen, losers let things happen.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-71923622157490504212012-03-13T11:11:00.002+08:002012-03-13T11:27:57.478+08:00Dude, you already got her! She's now yours, so step up, man up, and treat her right or she won't be yours for long.<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Dude, you already got her!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Lucky that she's now yours.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">So get up, step up, man up.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Treat her right and special or,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">She won't be yours for long.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear Hakim, my best friend for almost 17 years. I thought you'd always be the one constant in my life, the one person I could rely on, but finally I realize that I was wrong. I'm sorry for not knowing how much you've care for me all this while. I'm sorry for not knowing how much you've needed me in your life. I'm sorry for not noticing that you've missed me every second of your life. I'm sorry for not realizing how much you've loved me all the time. I'm sorry for never ever knowing that you've waited for me for so long. I'm sorry for I've wasted your time waiting for me since then. I'm sorry for we've been best friend since baby. I'm sorry for we can't be together. I'm sorry for you can't have me for more. I'm sorry if I hurt you alot. I'm sorry for everything.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">We just can't be together. We're best friend and for one reason that you have to note, best friend doesn't break! Best friend doesn't cheat on one another. Best friend doesn't hate one another. Best friend doesn't trouble each other. Best friend doesn't fall apart. Best friend doesn't fall together. Best friend doesn't fall in love. Best friend love each other as best friend. Best friend care for each other as brother and sister. Best friend laugh together. Best friend talk to one another. Best friend are best friend. Just like who we are! Best friend grows and never have to reach a point. Never have to quarrel. Never have to misunderstand. Never have to stop. Most of all, best friend never fall together. They never fall in love!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm sorry for I thought that best friend doesn't have to keep secrets from one another. I'm sorry for I've made you think that best friend will be together forever. I'm sorry for I've made you love me. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for telling you that I've someone special inside. I'm sorry for making you guess too much. I'm sorry for making you hard to understand me. I'm sorry for the special someone inside is not you. I'm sorry for making your life miserable. I'm sorry for you have to understand that you're not the one for me. I'm sorry for you've to get some spaces for my newcomer. I'm sorry for you've to believe that he can look after me. I'm so sorry!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">At least I knew that I've someone like you dear friend. Thank you for trying to understand me as well. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for saying this to me.<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><i> "He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you."</i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><i>Dear Special Az,</i></span> you and I were different. We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one who taught me the value of love. The thing is, you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there, you are there. I never need to pretend when I am around you, when I am talking, when I am with you. You are hilarious, you make me laugh all the time. You seem to pick up when something is wrong before everyone else does, and you know exactly what to say to make it all okay. And even if it is only for a little while, it helps. <span style="color: red;">The thing is, I might love you.</span> It was odd your deep blue eyes met my brown, and we didn't look away. For a moment we were caught in this awkward, staring, glance-like thing and then you did the most amazing thing when you finally looked away then you smiled. They say the little things in life matter the most, but you're a big part of me and you matter the most.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I hope that someday, somebody, someone like you want to hold me for twenty minutes straight, and that's all they do. They don't pull away, they don't look at my face, they don't try to kiss me. All they do is wrap me up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it. And this feeling, right here, is the exact reason why I never gave up on you when everyone else said stop trying. You're a perfect guy to me. You're so beautiful, and the kind of beautiful that melts my heart and eases my mind at any sign of discomfort. It's the way you tilt you head to the left, or that smile, the one where I feel you looking at me, and I mean really looking at me. You're beautiful, and the kind of beautiful that steals my heart and my breath away.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we're just going to be sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eyes too. And I just get the greatest feeling when I make you laugh, I feel as if my company makes you happy, and that's what I wish for you. For you to be happy. And when I see you laugh at my clumsy ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my time with you so I can see a smile on your face. She believed in dreams, all right, but she also believed in doing something about them. When prince charming don’t come along. She went over to the palace and got him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: inherit;">When you truly care for someone, their mistakes never change our feelings because it's the mind that gets angry, but the heart still cares. And I believe in you, even if no one understands. I really love you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">DOODLES OF <span style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</span></div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-21669066017772592432012-01-08T16:56:00.000+08:002012-01-08T16:56:32.538+08:00The things on the table mess-up when you entered the room.I wonder why is it so hard for people to hold onto promises they made. Why were promises always broken? What is for some fortune in the after? Or to punish for something that we did wrong in the past? Or to teach us a lesson that failed is the first step towards success.<br />
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Human changes. Fate stays. Karma reflects. That is how life flows. We should be tough enough to live the life that we had to enjoy the sorrows of yesterday and laughter of tomorrow.I am so grateful to have Allah's fate on my life. He gives me sickness and shorten my age. Even I won't stay longer, at least I've got instinct to that. I'll be having an operation in 7days time. May luck always with me.<br />
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Though it hurts me alot when I got to know about this no-joking news, yeah at least Allah had given all the chances for me. I was being loved by a guy and Allah gives me the opportunity to put some sort of love in my soul for him. Swear that I've never feel the touch of love from outsider before but he was the one and only. I thanked Allah for putting this unconditional love for him even he just loved me for once. But I bet that he will fall in love again with me because of his swear in the name of Allah. I trust that every people making a pledge with Allah's name will surely fulfill it. They won't dare to go against it as they wouldn't want to have a tragic death for breaking it.<br />
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Dear MAR, I trust you. I've never left you either waited for you. I just let it be nice with the flow. If ever you turn back to be with me, I believe that you're really meant for me. As if you never change and never want to come back, I just wish you a thousands of happiness and may you life with the blessing of Allah.<br />
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Dear MA, I thanked you so much for coming into my life and bring the bright shines to my day. If it happens that we are being together, we will meet again somehow. You mess up the table when you entered the room. You've made me in dilemma either to stay with the one and only or to try very hard on you.<br />
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Whatever it is, I still let the only Allah to determine it. I've no power to choose.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-12631025862125793932011-12-28T19:10:00.003+08:002011-12-28T19:22:37.601+08:00I used to love you and I wish I still did :-')I might have not been the best lover for you 'cause I know there's always someone stays on top of your heart even they won't long-last there. But you know how much I have loved you with my whole life, and you know how much I cared and loved you as you know I was always there by your side in every single thing you do even you didn't realize I'm always there for you. When things did not go well for you, I was always there by your side. I was always and forever there to shelter you. I was so patient with you. I offered you food and shelter but most of all I offered you is my unconditional love for you that lies everywhere in my little heart.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">When you found your feet again, you slowly broke my heart for several times. You might have done that on purpose 'cause you might think that your action will change my heart towards you, and I may leave you forever after. Yet my love for you never changed! Even thought it had a reason to change but I was patient with you and once again. For what is worth, I’m sorry for loving you. I’m sorry for being there when you needed me most. I’m sorry for being patient with you. I’m sorry for being your bad lover.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Being beautiful is more than how many boys you can get to look at you, or how much make-up you can wear. It's about what you live for, it's about what defines you, it's about the heart that you have and what makes you special. It's about those little quirks that make you, you. It's about going against the flow and living out what you honestly think. And that is a beautiful thing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">His dark hazel eyes met mine and we didn't look away. For a moment caught in this awkward staring glance like thing and then he did the most amazing thing when he looked away that he smiled. It's the possibility that keeps us going, not the guarantee. My daddy used to tell me that the first time you fall in love it changes your life forever. And no matter how hard you try, the feeling never goes away.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He had liked you for a short time without you noticing his action on you. Then he just went away and leaves you 'cause he thinks that he's just wasting his time on you, and at the same time you're actually started to love him. Suddenly he became the man whom you loved so much and you can never stop loving him. Do you ever just sit there and wonder why he chose you before? Do you ever stop and think that it was just too good to be true? Does it ever seem like you are afraid to lose him, because without him your whole life will be ruined.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;"><em>"Failing is the first step to success, crying is the first step to happiness. And heart break is the first step to true love." </em></span>And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day. I hope something will remind you of me, and you wish you had stayed with me all the time. We can plan for change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you to stop loving me. I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than what I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of believing all your lies. I'm tired of you proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up only to be disappointed again.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think one of the worst feelings in the world, right behind heart break, is that disgustingly empty feeling you get, right after you spill your heart out and lay all your cards on the table. Just right after you gets the courage to say everything</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You have been feeling and are completely and recklessly honest. It's that feeling you get right after you risk everything, and he just walks away 'cause then you realize that you just lost. You've lost everything you didn't even know you had when you said <em>"what do I have to lose?''</em></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day when it's way too late you're going to say,<span style="color: red;"><em> "I love you".</em></span> Then when I don't reply, you're going to muster up everything you have and ask, <span style="color: red;"><em>"Do you love me?"</em></span> and you know what I'm going to say, <span style="color: red;"><em>"I used to love you, I wish I still did, but you were with all those other girls, and you were way too blind to see what was right in front of you the whole time. I've dropped you hints, and I've tried to make it clear, but you never caught on. So right now I'm going to have to say, we're just friends, like you did to me all those times".</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can't say <em>"screw him"</em> about the boy that I came the closest to loving. I would still do anything for him even though I know he wouldn't do the same for me. Yes it hurts more than anything, but I can't stop loving him. Believe me, I've tried.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I might not have you in my life, and I might never have you in it again. I might not be the first thought that comes up to your mind when you wake up, or the last one that leaves your head once you go to sleep, but I will always remember you and I will never forget you and you will always and forever be that one stage in my life where my first true love ever existed. And now I know, if I have kids and that when my kids ask me who my first love was, I'm going to dig for the photo album and show them a picture of you, not their father, not the man before him, no one else but you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I often wonder why God made me fall in love with you, was it to punish me for something that I did wrong? 'Cause it couldn't be that he thought you seriously did love me?</div><span style="color: red;"><br />
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</span></div><i><span style="color: red;"> </span></i>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-23081122460703795592011-12-22T18:15:00.001+08:002011-12-22T18:16:21.400+08:00To be honest to each of you, I'll tell the truth then.It was a perfect confession on facebook, 22nd December 2011. We're finally in a relationship. Ouch did I purposely said '<i>finally</i>'? Okay it was just a prank dear fellas! It was real hard for me to get into a serious relay or even falling in-love or maybe admiring somebody which I myself not noticing it. Oh that was awesome isn't it? But that was truly me. I promised to never allow my heart to fall in-love with any guy or pretty well any other guy in this moment being. It was a swear, promise and pledge as well to myself, my parents, my siblings and mostly towards my beloved awesome brother, Azriesham. Yeah since I believe that '<i><span style="color: #674ea7;">Perfect Heaven Match comes from the Mighty Allah</span></i>', so that was just a simple promise.<br />
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And to those people seeing the prank on my relay status on facebook, dear friends, it was just a game. Muhammad Rezulhakim Bin Hamdan is just a close friend to me. And I swear he's the best man, the best friend I've ever met in this big universe. He was so nice, patient, caring, loving with passion. He's willing to help me in whatever mess I'm in. He is able to sacrifice for me, doing anything even it would be so stupid for him, but he'll try his best to help me figure things out like what he just did for me, get into a fake snoob relay.<br />
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Oh to a guy called '<span style="color: red;">A</span>', I'm really sorry for not telling you the whole story with what had happen lately. 'Cause I'm not going to trouble you, not going to disturb you with your life, not going to ask about your status anymore. Hard sorry for not texting you a whole month since I'm not going to search even find you if ever you're not finding me. I know you're just okay over there. Sorry 'cause I'm dreaming of you that day. Oh I mean every single night in my bed. It was just a nonsense nightmare and I might never tell you about that, never worry about that. I'm pretty sure you'll be much much happy without me filling your day. Am I right?<br />
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Parents, I'll keep all my promises towards each of you. Thankyou mom for understanding this situation. And dad, you're such the best father in the whole world that one could ever ask for, you're yet so caring, loving. Thankyou for being with me in every thick and thin I went through. To be honest, <span style="color: red;">I love all of you</span>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN </span>, XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-63927142051289364432011-12-01T13:22:00.003+08:002011-12-04T02:00:52.216+08:00Everytime the actual holiday begins.No one could turn back to their past but everyone can stay in the past. No one could ever turn back the times or either stop the moving times but everyone can stay with times and move accordingly to times.<br />
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So this is what I am actually doing, I mean the same thing, the same feeling and the same expression. Well I never get bored or tired to this habit of mine. I am just a human being. Well I said this shits cause I am just like others, could not stop the times nor turn it back. But I am being tough to move on with times and doing the same shits everyday. Its just me, no one could stop me even my mom cause I know what I am doing and I do it cause I really care for it.<br />
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It is 1st of December. Everyone might have been wishing like 'Dear December, please be nice with me' but I am not. What God had written for me, they were really meant for me. I just can't go against the fate. And as I am being fatin in this entity, it is a norm thing for me to fall sick everytime when the actual holiday begins. Hahaha. I've used to this situation, I am in fever. It happens cause I really miss you, miss the time we had spent together, miss every midnight moment when I sacrificed to overnight with you, miss the moment we skype till the very morning, miss your sweet words for me, miss the time you caught me missing you so much, miss those moment you talked to me on the phone, miss the moment when you called me 'sweetheart' and gave the best goodnight wishes every single night and miss the time you caught that I am just showing fake little smile. Well my cousins keep on saying that I was just wasting my time on him. I've never care for it cause for me, 'once involved never turn back' and 'once being stolen let the robber have it forever rather than seek for it again'. I just can't stop myself. I knew that I am being ego to the max but I couldn't fight against my own ego.<br />
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<center>DOODLES OF <span style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</center></center></center>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-34231797624964316632011-11-26T22:53:00.001+08:002011-11-30T04:40:04.904+08:00They make me laughs too much over my own lame jokes.I'm thankful for the life that God gives me today. I still got the chances to breathe the smooth wooing wind that blow at my cheeks every single second of my life. Praise be to God.<br />
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I don't know since I get bored with my blogging-life. I've been fucking lame and so damn lazy to update and post something new on my blog cause I knew my blog is a bit dull. I said a bit am I? Okay I'm so annoying then. It's totally dull. It's black, mysterious and boring. But that's me. I love the way I think cause I think it's my life and my own style on my blog. I love seeing it to be black, dull and bleak. It's me cause I'm the mysterious, weird and madden. Lol I'm going crazy mumbling on my own life. Well I know people won't drop here even reading to my fucking annoying post (hahaha) because they got their own-life. And mine got nothing to do, I mean not even as tiny as a germ related to their so-busy life.<br />
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All my life, I've been hating on my own-self and even my life. Did I say I hate my life? Yeah really I hate my life to the max. But last 3 months, I've realize that I my self should be thankful for being fatin as what I am today. I am fucking love my life then. I should know the fact that my life was so amazing since I was born. Well amazing wonderful in my way that anyone could ever have. It happens once I woke up from my bed at 3 in the morning, I just found that I've grown this big and getting older. And the fact that I'm going to sit for my spm next year, yes I really getting older. I mean I'm turning seventeen next year. It's not really next year, it is just in six weeks-time. Hell yeah I'm growing older and I'll have my own-life like what I have now but there are a huge different then. I need to survive on my own, managing my life without my parents at my side.<br />
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Today is the final day of the first week of holiday for a student like me. I've used to this situation, I mean like staying at home, lying in my bed, reading boring novel, texting with anybody that I feel to, less eating, less sleeping, staring at my bloody lappy for hours, looking at my ceiling, thinking of the future. I'm actually doing nothing. I know it's dull and so boring to anyone. But not for me. It was so exciting to have my life way that I love to without thinking of anybody for more. Well, I'm sacrificing my life, my holiday, my brain-rest, my sleep, my food. For whom? For sure for the spm candidates this year, my freakish-annoying brother, and my four other cousins. I believe that one good turns deserve another in the future. So this is what I'm doing. I'm sacrificing everything for them and I know they'll do the same thing for me the next year that I'm sitting for spm just like them.<br />
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So as each of them is taking pure-science, their last paper was Biology that is on the 30th of November. It means that our so called holiday will start on the 1st of December. Yeah we got the exact one month of holiday. Like in plan, my big family will go for some sort of family-day, just like going to some places and have our holiday activities. Totally I'm not involved in planning it. I'll just follow whatever fuck-up plan and places they've planned for all of us. But if it goes boring, I'll just drop then, staying alone at home or just drop at my cousins' place.<br />
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I just awakened from a long long dream. I just realize that I should be thankful for the life that God had given for me. The breathe that is still mine. I need to thank to all the people for making my life awesome miserable which I really love it. I love to live my fucking boring life. First of all, my mommy. She makes me on this earth. She woke me up every single morning and told me that she's very lucky to have me as her daughter in this universe. Well I know the fact that I am the most annoying daughter for her actually cause I used to mumble over everything she condemned on me. I know I've been fucking rude for everyone that judges me but mommy, she was the patient-woman for a mommy that one ever have. The mumble that I used to make is what makes her loves me even more. She said it was so silent at home, it's dull and boring if I'm not around. Yeah mommy once cried the whole week when I go for my scouts-camp in Putrajaya. I didn't call her, even text her. I'm sorry mommy for turning you so clumsy worrying on me. Next, the second person I'd never wanna lose of course my dad. He buys me stuffs, foods, clothes and etc. He makes lame jokes, he calms me down whenever I'm upset, mad and emotional. He's the best father on the earth that one could ever asked for. Third is my two brothers. My eldest, he's the heart of me. He caught me in everything. He teaches me alot, helping me doing my stuff and etc. I just can't imagine how my life would be without him. Now I'm a little bit suffering my life for not having him at my back to support me in everything since last August. He flied to the USA to further studies under JPA's scholarship. Please don't tell him that I really miss him cause I'm scared that he can't focus on his studies if he knows I'm missing him this much. Second brother, he's so thin yet dull for a man. He's sitting for his spm now. I know nothing much about him because we're not a gang. He had his own life and I got mine. We live our own life in the same house. He has his own gang, my little sister, and my little brother. I bet everyone would have been wondering what gang am I talking about. Did I say gang? Yeah we got two different gangs in our heaven-house. First gang was me, my eldest and my youngest. And the other one in second-bro, fourth and fifth. Don't wanna talk much about them. Hahaha I bet everyone would have been wondering cause it's really weird but I love my life style. Last in the list, my superfluous friends. I'm not going to type their name here because there will be a very very very long list of them. In anyway, thanks for living in my life dear annoying friends. I say they're annoying but I lied anyway. Deep inside me, I love them fucking much. I'm just being too ego to admit that hahaha.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>My life is fucking dull and boring but I love it</i> <span style="color: #e06666;">ANYWAY</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF<span style="color: #741b47;"> FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-53555824280425472872011-11-25T11:10:00.005+08:002011-11-25T11:21:36.994+08:00I love you and I just know how to love the only you with my whole life.<div>Assalamualaikum everyone. Bonjour fellas!</div><div>You're all geniuses, and you're all beautiful. You don't need anyone to tell you who you are. You are what you are. Get out there and get peace, think peace, and live peace and breathe peace, and you'll get it as soon as you like.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">All the same without you in it, is empty. </span>The clue to everything a man should love and fear in a girl was there, right from the start, in the ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of her full lips, there was pride in that smile, and confidence in the set of her fine nose, without understanding why, I knew beyond question that a lot of people would mistake her pride for arrogance, and confuse her confidence with impassivity. I didn't make that mistake. My eyes were lost, swimming, floating free in the shimmering lagoon of her steady, even stare, her eyes were large and spectacularly green. It was the green that trees are, in vivid dreams. It was the green that the sea would be, if the sea were perfect.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Lovers find their way by such insights and confidences. They’re the stars we use to navigate the oceans of desire. And the brightest of those stars are the heartbreaks and sorrows. The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering. So he took each sadness I confessed to him and pinned it to the sky. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into herself. The tears spilled like a balm, like a potion, like a charm. In them swam a little girl whose father was dying without ever having seen her. In them swam a girl whose mother’s magic. The only thing the girl envied more than anything else in the world, the thing that had made her invisible, the most precious thing might be dying too. In them swam a darkbrown-haired girl who had never been touched by the boy to whom she was so devoted that she would have lived with him forever in a shack by the sea or a ruined sand castle even if he never made love to her. My tears were for me, but they were also for him. They were to wash away the thing that had frightened him so much so long ago. The wound inside his thigh. My tears poured out of me and he drank them down his throat. He drank them in gulps deep into himself, swallowing sorrow. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">‘Someday,’ he said, ‘when we are ready, I will give you back your tears.’</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>'In my glad hours, I will make a city of your smile, a distant city that shines and lives. I will take one word of yours to be an island on which birches stand, or fir trees, quite still and ceremonial. I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because that’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite, to know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.'<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Sweet word of him!</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>I should have reply him by saying 'I want to be your only constant in this ever changing universe. Either the sun that awakens the light in your eyes, or the moon that soothes you into slumber at night. Or maybe the rings around Saturn with the way they'd find a way to gently enwrap you. Or the row of constellations you always look for to guide you back home to the place where we both know you've always belonged. And I've always, still and forever loving you because you're the first and will be the last man in my little tiny heart.'</div><div><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I love you and I just know how to love the only you with my whole life.</span></div></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-78872613065904124852011-11-22T12:23:00.001+08:002011-11-22T12:27:36.179+08:00Since I became the fanatic lover and gooner, considering it as the unique condition under which intelligence, dignity and human happiness can develop and grow!I am a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> fanatic lover</span> of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Harimau Malaya </span>and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">gooner</span> of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Liverpool</span>, considering it as the unique condition under which intelligence, dignity and human happiness can develop and grow. Well I myself have forgotten since when did I became a gooner of these teams. It has been years ago just I couldn't remember it. Whatever it is, I'm still always and forever will be a gooner!<br />
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20th November 2011, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Chelsea versus Liverpool </span>and the result was 1-2. Jyeah luck is for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Liverpool</span>. Congrats! Hahaha I'm watching Live on tv, and yeah of course I'm in my Liverpool jersy. It was a bit miserable in me on that night because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">Steven Gerrard</span>, hero of the stage was not in the game. Ohmyy! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sorrow</span>.<br />
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21st November 2011, there's another <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">BIG</span> match that I believe every Malaysian wont miss it. It was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Malaysia versus Indonesia</span>. The result of the match is 1 on 1. Ohmyy! After the extra time, the result remains unchanged. Alhamdulillah. So here we got the bright chances for the penalty kick as our national goal-keeper, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Khairul Fahmi Che Mat </span>is the best goal-keeper of the Southeast Asia. Thankyou Fahmi, you really save our country for this game. You should know that there are thousands of millions of Malaysian are putting their hopes on your shoulder though we're not in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Gelora Bung Karno Stadium, Jakarta</span>. All the Malaysian are praying for you and the whole Harimau Malaya to bring back the Gold-medal. Man of the match, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Baddrol Bahtiar</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Asraruddin Putra Omar</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">NAZMI FAIZ MANSOR</span> and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"> Irfan Fazail</span>. And the lastman goes to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">AHMAD FAKRI SAARANI</span> hahaha I'm giving him the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Private Award!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">I love you Nazmi and Fakri.</span> Oh in anyway, we shouldn't forget the warriors though they are not playing in the last match, match of the year. We should be proud of them too, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">WAN ZAHARUL NIZAM</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Izzaq Faris Ramlan.</span> Final result after the penalty kick is 5-4. Yeayyyy we won the Gold-medal. In the other hands, we got the title of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">The Champion of Southeast Asia</span>. Well men, I love all of you. If over Thailand and Indonesia, they have Red Warriors, but for Malaysia, we have our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Super Yellow Warriors.</span><br />
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Yesterday at 12 midnight after the match, my parents suggested to go to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Kuala Lumpur Internatioanl Airport KLIA </span>to welcome those football player. Ohmyy! My brother and I were so eager to go there. We had ready in our garments and waited until 12.30am. Suddenly we fall asleep, shittt! We got so tired shouting, cheering, giving support for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Super Yellow Warriors.</span> Regardless! Sad.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I am proud to be a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Malaysian</span>, a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Gooner</span> and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Fanatic</span>! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I love Super Yellow Warriors.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-27874241508634864092011-11-20T09:32:00.000+08:002011-11-20T09:32:12.058+08:00You can chain, torture even destroy me, but you'll never imprison my mind.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Love is the only game that two can play and both win. But if love is so great then why are hearts broken? Maybe the answer is because without despair and all the bad things in the world, good things can never exists. Because love is like a glass door. Sometimes you don't see it and it smacks you right in the face.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Dear love,</span></div><div>I don't expect that you'll came too me this early. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">I'm only 16th!</span> And I'm not ready yet facing all the nonsense of love stories. I'm not that mature like other people did. In this stage, I know it’s too earlier to be involved in whatever fuck-up love case. So dear love, you come to the wrong person. And for that reason, please stay away from me. I just love the Best Creator Allah, my parents, siblings, cousins, teachers and friends. There’s no special love for any human-being. I’m not the right person to get involved with love at this moment.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Dear Azriesham,</span></div><div>I want to be the best sister for you. And I need to listen to all your favour. So here’s my promises to you, brother! I’m not going to get involved with love at this particular stage. I know I’m still young and only 16th. And you wanted me to concentrate on my study. Everything I have today is all from our parents, so how can I fall in love with anyone. They’re nothing to me. They can’t bring any goodness to me.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Love has no middle term either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle and coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things Allah has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! Most night.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and destroy people in a short time without they notice it.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN </span>, XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-91635853975671470342011-11-11T23:11:00.002+08:002011-11-11T23:39:40.216+08:00One good turn deserves anotherOne good turn deserves another, am I right people? Well well well! She returns my favour of calling her on my birthday night. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">3HOURS</span>. This evening, Dyla Z the Katy Perry of Dato' Sri Amar Di Raja called me. Oh my, seriously I'm touched okay dear! At first, Dyla was like complaining about her birthday yesterday because maxis didn't gave her the free call for her birthday. Yeah of course I am wondering where the hell she have been missing on her birthday, no call and even a single text for me. But then she ended up making silly jokes. She said like<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"> 'Maxis dah gilaa. Today baru dapat freecall, semalam masa birthday takdapat! Sedih jehh aku.' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Chill sissy. People make mistakes and so the maxis! At least you are still given the free call even it's late than your real birthday.</span></i><br />
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God, we're on the phone for almost 2hours. Hm lotsa stories we shared together. I mean she told me everything happen in her school. Yeah about the boys, the classmates, the schoolmates and so on. Before she ended the call, she promised to call me tonight. Well, I'm still waiting for her call to my number. Dyla Z, where are you darl? Please please please call me now! There're lotsa stories I need to share and grumble to you. Oh my, dear please make it faster!<br />
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P/S Tears are running outta my eyes, shitt! I really need you Dyla Z. All about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">YOUR SCHOOLMATE</span> ;-(<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">DOODLES OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">FATIN MAZLAN</span> , XX :)</div>Fatin Mazlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964479748449411662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361518682273024670.post-4652351535227035502011-11-10T20:50:00.002+08:002011-11-20T09:42:49.689+08:00♥ Dear sissy Dyla Zul ♥<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hi fella. Since today is 10th of November 2011, seems like someone is celebrating her 16th birthday. Oh for sure my lovely sissy Dyla Zul. Dearie sister, you're getting older in numbers today but your prettay face make you seems younger than your real age. I've been very far from you so that we couldn't celebrate your birthday together. But it doesn't mean I can't wish you. Here's my lines for you dear friend.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lovely sister Adilah Zulkefli,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You have been the oldest friend I have ever had. You stood with me every time I snapped. You made my very childhood experience, a memorable one. You are my best friend since all these years. You are the reason, I believe in myself. Thank you for all the awesome times we shared. Thank you for being such a lump of sugar to me, sissy. And no matter how horribly we fight, the truth is that I have alw</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">ays loved you and always will. You are such a sweetheart babe! I just love you too much. I may give you any birthday present you ask for, but it will never to enough compared to the present that you are to me. I love you my dearest sister. Have a rocking birthday. I promise to help you do that. On your birthday, I promise to keep all your secrets, to flood you with gifts and never to miss a chance to make you smile. Happy sixteenth birthday, my dearest sister Dyla Zul ♥</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Have a great birthday! We should spend more times together I guess. And we'll enjoy our time with joy and laughter over silly things for sure. I miss the moments we're in the same class, gossiping over the same topics and having fun over jokes we made on our classmates. I really miss that moment and we need to repeat again that nostalgic memorable times. I love you Princess Dyla Zul.</span></span></span><br />
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Stop confusing everyone who the man could be the best brother of mine, I won't spill his name here because he already knew who am I talking about and yeah for sure it's you my lovely fella. Yeah it's you brother. <span style="color: red;">TIANG </span><span style="color: red;">AGAMA. </span><span style="color: black;">A little hint about his name. That is what the beautiful amazing mean his name brings. Stop spilling secrets about him. I don't want others to think it to the deepest who this man was. Just keep it silent okay, dear readers.</span><br />
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Dear brother, I promise to you that we'll never get into fight ANYMORE. Last week was the last time we fight against each other. I'm real tired with all this nonsense we're fighting over. And I promise to you my lovely fella that we'll stays as brother and sister till the very end because I'm seriously loving you for all my soul. I could never get a brother like you, you'll never be replace that's for sure. Be smart, stay cool and I love you brother. Seriously I really love you my lovely amazing brother :)<br />
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