Can I name our daughter after Farah? That question stunned me. Aku terkedu. Kenapa? Kenapa mesti ada jugak Farah? Aku ingat dia dah betul2 get over her. Tapi soalan dia buat aku rasa yang dia tak akan lupakan ex dia. Bila dia kata macam tu, aku terfikir yang aku takkan dapat tempat dalam hati dia and I was like, excuse me! Don't I deserve a little dignity here? A little respect please! Bersusah payah aku tatang dia, Farah jugak yang dia nak. I think I have every right to be selfish here!
Nak sangat kat Farah? Ha, pergilah! Ada aku kesah?? Fuck it!
Banyak lagi lelaki kat luar sana yang boleh jaga aku lebih baik dari dia. Silaplah kalau dia fikir aku dia boleh buat sesuka hati macam dulu. Aku bukan barang mainan yang dia boleh simpan buang. Bila teringat, ambik. Bila tak nak, lempar jauh2. Ingat aku tak ada harga diri ke?
Bencilah!
Actng Mets
- missnoperfect
- KL+UPM, Silver State., Malaysia
- This is like my electronic diary. I write what I feel. I write when I'm sad, angry, upset. I whine, I mourn, I curse, I cry here. If you don't like it, or you just want to know how pathetic my life is and use it against me, DON'T read.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Weaving A Tangled Web
It ended on Mar 8th, and I kept it in my head that I wanted to be alone after that.
And now, I'm not sure whether it's certain or not, we're back together. He starts treating me nice, calling me the name he used to call me with (I think he knows I always love that name. hihi), and he seems to care about me. I know, he does that because he's lonely after she refused him and that I'm around. And I was there when he needs somebody. He starts talking about future again, caress me again, being sweet to me again, and making me feel what I felt 4 months ago (argh!).
But I can't possibly feel the same. Nah, I don't think so.
I'm torn between two; staying or leaving. The past haunts me (every day), and I'm afraid. I don't want it to be the same, it only lasted for a while and the rest is fucked up. I can't really tell whether he does really love me or I'm just a shoulder to cry on, and when the sorrow is over, he stands up to find another woman And I'll beat the crap outta him!). I can't risk my heart to be broken again when he had already broken it so badly before. The reason I stayed and mend him while he's hurt is that I do really care about him (yes, I know he wasn't nice to me before). Though we weren't together, and I didn't plan to get back together, I'll help him to get what he needs and get him back onto his feet.Call me dumb, but that's just what I'll do if he needs it. Even if I know that the chances for me to have his heart wholly is very thin.
But if he says he wants to get back together with me, he better prove himself to me. Don't make me feel like he loves me when he genuinely doesn't (then I will seriously look like a dumb ass).
Why?
Because I've had enough of his lies. He lied to me before (and I didn't like it). In fact, I hated it. Because what I had for him was genuine and honest, but he tore it apart.
What am I doing? Staying with him and making him happy when I don't understand how I feel myself? Am I taking chances? Do I really want to take this risk? Honestly, no. But I can't help it. When I look at him, I just couldn't help it. And yes, the old flame is still there, though not fiery as before, I guess it's enough. He needs someone to soothe him, and though I'm not the one, I try my best to lift him up to the way he was. I don't know, but when I said I don't feel the same to him,I think I hurt him. Or maybe he doesn't give a damn about it. But as for me, I know I'm giving him a second chance. But I don't give him all of me because I know I'm not the one he wants in his heart in the first place.That insecurity still lingers. I don't really know why, perhaps because I'm not pretty enough for him, as she is pretty. And that I'm just another ordinary girl, nothing next to stylish and confident her. She dresses well, always with a pair of nice clothes on her. She carries herself well, and always a centre of attraction. Me? I'm just a plain Jane.
I don't know. Perhaps.
I know he longs for her. If ever he gets her, I will never be in his mind. Assumption? I guess I know so ( I do! she will always be the one!). And his behavior of trying out every chick he can lay his eyes on and getting them (yes, you do Darling). That two things stop me. Every time I look at him, she comes into my head, and how he betrayed he for me and then made me feel like a schmuck for getting back to her after only three months! Three months! I guess that thought has planted in my brain - that I can never be the one. In case she wants him back, it's a definite certainty he'll be with her. Definitely! I'm just a second choice. In a cruel phrase, a back-up. A Plan-B. A whatever-you-wanna-call-it as long as it's number two.
Because whatever that he's told me before and how cruel he was to me, I still keep it in my mind (yes, I forgive, but I don't forget). How he treated me wrong and so forth. I'm not holding grudge, but I'm just being cautious. It's not easy to take him back when I'm scared of the possibility he will get back to his Playboy style when he's done grieving for losing her. And there might be texts i don't like to read when I found out, and another girl calling me telling stories I don't want to hear. And me? What's left for me? Nothing. Just crying and living my life in disappointment and agony. That's how the story ends.
What's more in the picture? The matter of trust. How can I ever trust him again when he had betrayed me before? Whatever that's around are pieces of it (and I don't want to betrayed twice!). No solid trust for him. All the things that I did to him before, those things that did to prove to him of how much I loved him and how much I cared for him, and how much I wanted to make him happy. But he unfortunately, didn't see that. Unless he can prove to me that he can be faithful, I can't stay with him. Even if I can, it won't be long.
And then comes issue of religion. Me, I want to be a good Muslim, and fulfill my responsibilities as one (poyo je). Though not now, perhaps later on when I have already got a strong ground and knowledge. But him? I don't know. Doesn't he want to be a good Muslim? Later on, I want to get married to someone I love, someone who can guide me to the straight path and together with my spouse, I really want to lead a life with God on the line. Though now I can't call myself a real Muslim, I want to be one. And if God wills it, I want him to be one too, so that if we get together, we'll enjoy living under God's bliss. How great will it be if both of us can live lives according to our religion. But when it comes to this matter, he always disappoints me.
Just like the things I told him on our break-up night, I don't ask for anything. I just want his heart and that he can be transparent-honest to me. I don't like secrets and bad surprises. The rest, we work it out together.
<3 If you ever read this, that's just how I feel. I'm sorry if you feel offended but I don't have the strength to spill all this to you directly.
And now, I'm not sure whether it's certain or not, we're back together. He starts treating me nice, calling me the name he used to call me with (I think he knows I always love that name. hihi), and he seems to care about me. I know, he does that because he's lonely after she refused him and that I'm around. And I was there when he needs somebody. He starts talking about future again, caress me again, being sweet to me again, and making me feel what I felt 4 months ago (argh!).
But I can't possibly feel the same. Nah, I don't think so.
I'm torn between two; staying or leaving. The past haunts me (every day), and I'm afraid. I don't want it to be the same, it only lasted for a while and the rest is fucked up. I can't really tell whether he does really love me or I'm just a shoulder to cry on, and when the sorrow is over, he stands up to find another woman And I'll beat the crap outta him!). I can't risk my heart to be broken again when he had already broken it so badly before. The reason I stayed and mend him while he's hurt is that I do really care about him (yes, I know he wasn't nice to me before). Though we weren't together, and I didn't plan to get back together, I'll help him to get what he needs and get him back onto his feet.Call me dumb, but that's just what I'll do if he needs it. Even if I know that the chances for me to have his heart wholly is very thin.
But if he says he wants to get back together with me, he better prove himself to me. Don't make me feel like he loves me when he genuinely doesn't (then I will seriously look like a dumb ass).
Why?
Because I've had enough of his lies. He lied to me before (and I didn't like it). In fact, I hated it. Because what I had for him was genuine and honest, but he tore it apart.
What am I doing? Staying with him and making him happy when I don't understand how I feel myself? Am I taking chances? Do I really want to take this risk? Honestly, no. But I can't help it. When I look at him, I just couldn't help it. And yes, the old flame is still there, though not fiery as before, I guess it's enough. He needs someone to soothe him, and though I'm not the one, I try my best to lift him up to the way he was. I don't know, but when I said I don't feel the same to him,I think I hurt him. Or maybe he doesn't give a damn about it. But as for me, I know I'm giving him a second chance. But I don't give him all of me because I know I'm not the one he wants in his heart in the first place.That insecurity still lingers. I don't really know why, perhaps because I'm not pretty enough for him, as she is pretty. And that I'm just another ordinary girl, nothing next to stylish and confident her. She dresses well, always with a pair of nice clothes on her. She carries herself well, and always a centre of attraction. Me? I'm just a plain Jane.
I don't know. Perhaps.
I know he longs for her. If ever he gets her, I will never be in his mind. Assumption? I guess I know so ( I do! she will always be the one!). And his behavior of trying out every chick he can lay his eyes on and getting them (yes, you do Darling). That two things stop me. Every time I look at him, she comes into my head, and how he betrayed he for me and then made me feel like a schmuck for getting back to her after only three months! Three months! I guess that thought has planted in my brain - that I can never be the one. In case she wants him back, it's a definite certainty he'll be with her. Definitely! I'm just a second choice. In a cruel phrase, a back-up. A Plan-B. A whatever-you-wanna-call-it as long as it's number two.
Because whatever that he's told me before and how cruel he was to me, I still keep it in my mind (yes, I forgive, but I don't forget). How he treated me wrong and so forth. I'm not holding grudge, but I'm just being cautious. It's not easy to take him back when I'm scared of the possibility he will get back to his Playboy style when he's done grieving for losing her. And there might be texts i don't like to read when I found out, and another girl calling me telling stories I don't want to hear. And me? What's left for me? Nothing. Just crying and living my life in disappointment and agony. That's how the story ends.
What's more in the picture? The matter of trust. How can I ever trust him again when he had betrayed me before? Whatever that's around are pieces of it (and I don't want to betrayed twice!). No solid trust for him. All the things that I did to him before, those things that did to prove to him of how much I loved him and how much I cared for him, and how much I wanted to make him happy. But he unfortunately, didn't see that. Unless he can prove to me that he can be faithful, I can't stay with him. Even if I can, it won't be long.
And then comes issue of religion. Me, I want to be a good Muslim, and fulfill my responsibilities as one (poyo je). Though not now, perhaps later on when I have already got a strong ground and knowledge. But him? I don't know. Doesn't he want to be a good Muslim? Later on, I want to get married to someone I love, someone who can guide me to the straight path and together with my spouse, I really want to lead a life with God on the line. Though now I can't call myself a real Muslim, I want to be one. And if God wills it, I want him to be one too, so that if we get together, we'll enjoy living under God's bliss. How great will it be if both of us can live lives according to our religion. But when it comes to this matter, he always disappoints me.
Just like the things I told him on our break-up night, I don't ask for anything. I just want his heart and that he can be transparent-honest to me. I don't like secrets and bad surprises. The rest, we work it out together.
<3 If you ever read this, that's just how I feel. I'm sorry if you feel offended but I don't have the strength to spill all this to you directly.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Father's Day
The day comes again, Father's Day. Everyone's feeling it. Everybody's celebraring the day with their fathers and make the day blissful.
Except me.
When I look at my Facebook homepage and seeing all the wishes activities going on, suddenly I feel so alone. So very alone as if I don't have anybody around. As if I'm in the dark. And at this moment, I just wish that there is someone beside me who I can call Father and I could look into his eyes, hold his hands tight and say; Happy Father's Day, Baba.
Except me.
When I look at my Facebook homepage and seeing all the wishes activities going on, suddenly I feel so alone. So very alone as if I don't have anybody around. As if I'm in the dark. And at this moment, I just wish that there is someone beside me who I can call Father and I could look into his eyes, hold his hands tight and say; Happy Father's Day, Baba.
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