Silence Inspiration

Somewhere, between the line of jealousy and admiration, has make a girl grown deniably inspired, which in very common situation will cause gossips/enemy.

Inside us, there is a silence inspiration that we will never have the urge to admit.  We would curse bad words to ourselves than admitting this silence inspiration of us. Especially if the inspiration is in our category or our competition.

Don’t deny it; you always stalk that girl Facebook. And you eventually will close tabs when your brother suddenly decided to pop in your room. Noisy brother acted pussy-like. Shouldn’t let him know what I’m doing.

Silence inspiration is like silence girl crush. That when it being revealed, we do rather kill ourselves for admitting.

Mine, (as I typing, I am deeply hope, she will not read it) is my junior back in high school. Don’t kill me or curse me for admiring a junior. Cause I had already curse myself thousand times, I am sure about this. Like why the heck I admire her. She flirted with my boyfriend (before we hooked up. But  yea, its still counted), have better look than me, fair complexion, can sing, play guitar, take tumblr-like photos and has a certainty better life and maybe future!

I hated all the points! I will have a good tour to find her flaws, but then if I found none, I will go all insecure.

As I think back, why did I still want to stalk her profile, why did I still want to keep update with her social life. The frank and manly reason is that it is because, deep inside, minus jealousy, I inspire her life. Okay a bit fake. I actually admire her, herself.

Come on!

Speak of the truth!

Un-bury your dirty little secret!

That's my little secret,

not because I watch porn, brother

Spare me some time!

I was revising studying Professional Practice (for the 1st time, and its only happen because of exam tomorrow!) when I remembered I haven't done Data Analysis test. So..here I am! Wasting a bit of my precious time to update the long-silence little diary of the unicorn!

I have lots to share! But wait until I'm done with all these papers I have to sit! Wish me luck! And and one more thing! Tomorrow is Papa's birthday! Please wish the man of my life (besides Hafiz) a good health! I need him. I need him to scold at me, I need him to go all mushy on me, and I certainty need him to complete my life. K that's it. See you soon after this sem ends, diary!

Exhausted little unicorn

Never Forever sleep

Under cover Hero

People may say Papa don't love as much, but no. You're wrong. Why? Am not gonna prove it. Because I feel it.

Spare me

What is mentally technically wrong with my blogspot? The entry wouldn't appear. My new entry.
No, it's not my excuse to not blogging. I posted the note else where. And guess where, on Facebook. Which I don't really prefer. Have some time to check it out.

http://www.facebook.com/notes/oin-wauhidus/never-turn-down-on-life/337370749633886?notif_t=like

and yes, another short entry. =.=

Never turn down on life

Busy hectic life

How I wish for a vacation!

Forever On Hold

How far can a mistake float you away? Simple thinking which seems perfect, but end up in something ugly that make us afraid to take a glimpse at it ever again.


One boy. One cute Mat Salleh look-alike boy with perfect smile, fullest eyes, big hands, robust chest and most irresistibly; sweet talk. One girl. One innocent girl with strong stance who just have nothing but her personality.


Have you ever been told to care less? Do what you like? Dance in the middle of the road? Kissing at the Pasar Malam? Just, be yourself. Be what yourself dreamt. Don't bother people, whoever.


Love seems so beautiful as pictured by Shakespeare. No, love is beautiful. Lust is a cheap dress that drown out colours and ruins all the fabrics that cumulated around it. Lust is magnificent and painful at the same time. Only true love can filter these two mixtures.


"I didn't memorize the lyrics, miss." Complaint a cute boy in an unusual outfit for a dinner party-- Baju Melayu. Seemed so lost in the hectic night.


"Ha? You what? You guys are next, right? Oh please please make some sense! We just have few more minutes!" Appealed the girl in charge for the performance that night. Began to panic with her 'surveillance'. Having to handle a big events by herself for the first time wasn't easy.


"Do you have pen?" The boy gave his innocent look. Irresistible and can't-be-yelled-of expression. Put the girl panic in hold for a while.


"Can you give me your autograph?" 


"What?" This is what this boy want a pen for? My autograph? Murmured the girl silently. So she thought the boy want to write the song lyrics he was about to sing. Without much question, the busy girl spend some of her time to sign the boy's notebook. She didn't realize she was smiling upon signing the autograph. Something unexplainable tickled her stomach, make her heart felt warm and cool at the same time.


"And, please also write your name, Facebook name, and phone number." Whispered the boy with his innocent face that he master of.


Flirt is basically an activity that will not leave effect on anyone, unless the characters involved are some kind of magic. The relationship between these two different gender wasn't stop there, that night.

The girl didn't leave her phone number because she was genuinely thought, a boy should find any possible way to get what he want if he really desired.

Short text from the boy welcomed a new relationship of these two people. New relationship that was fun, care-free, cool, romantic and blind.

They were so happy in their own world. From watching Titanic in Laptop at the parking lot, to warm and tight hug on the bed. They matched the car plate number to their resemblance, kidnap each other from the busy and pressuring life, sweet escape to somewhere only they know, sleep in the car when they had no money to rent a room.

Close and intimate wasn't a symbol of love. This is what the girl didn't understand.

So they were really close, spend each night share laughter together, but the boy never say those three words. Always avoid the topic. Leave everything hanging.

The

Girl

Die

In

Waiting

And

Still

No

Answer

As close as they seemed, as confuse as the girl concern,

Ain'W