Yox… had been a while since I update my blog… sry2... Im jus being lazy... many things happened and I jus keep bottling up this blardy feelings... I mean when will I learn my lesson and not bottled up this feelings… whenever I want to tok to my dad or mom… they are jus not dere… so I keep it deep in myself… many of my frens wrote… “Khai… u must jus learnt how to control the tempers of urs and not be violent”... jus knocked into my head wat kind of person am I turned into… I was jovial… happy go lucky and ever so cheerful… wat am I now... violent... short bad tempered… highly concentratred and highly emotional... even my close fren told me to stop thinking too deeply of stuffs…
Well… 2005 school’s official term have ended… many memories wif Og25 in MI, inferno 7 and 1s22. but yeah.. some left scars while some leave a trail of sugars… this year especially have been a roller coaster ride for me… Love.. wad is love… no one noes wat is love… it is a mysterious things.. my dad told me… u wan to know wat is love… wait till u r at the brink of death and u will noe wat is love.. izzit true… I read a blog of fren of mine… I felt guilty… wat have I done… it sets me thinking again… the hurt.. the pain… the tears.. the happiness… im sry Pp…
Aku mengaku bahawa aku telah mengatakan bahawa aku takkan berhenti mencintai mu… aku menyusun 10 jari ku untuk memohon ampun dan maaf atas kelakuan ku ini…
Aku tidak seharusnya menyakiti hati mu… tidak ada alasan yang bagus untuk kesilapan dan kelakuan ku ini… aku berterima kasih kepada mu kerana kau telah memberikan aku pulang demi pulang tetapi setiap kali aku menghancurkannya… kau senantiasa akan menjadi permaisuri ku… demi bahagia.. hanya tuhan yang akan mengatahui.. jaga dan lena untuk mempersembahkan sayang padamu.. keharuman bunga tak seharum cinta mu.. bermula pada pandang pertama… kau mengutus kan senyum mesra.. aku inginkan 1000 tahun bersama mu.. aku binakan mu sebuah istana.. dengan niat suci.. kaulah permaisuri… Maaf kan aku Pp.. tidak tenteram aku dijadikannya… tidur tak lena… jika engkau membaca ini berikan lah aku peluang yg terakhir untuk membuktikan sayangku padamu.. tidak mengapa jika kau tidak rela memberi aku peluang.. aku memahami… tapi.. bilang lah aku jika engkau memberi aku peluang terakhir ini atau tidak.. SMS aku dengan jawapan mu….
i know you all.and will a while uphold
i know you all,and will awhile uphold
the unyoked humour of your idleness;
yet herein will i imitate the sun
who doth permit the base contagiuos clouds
to smoother up his beauty from the world
that,when he please again to be himself
being wanted,he may be more wonder'd at,
by breaking thru the foul and ugly mist
of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
if all the yr were playing holidays,
to sport would be as tedious as to work;
but when they seldom come,they wish'd for come,
and nothing pleaseth but rare accidents
so, when this loose behaviour i throw off
and pay the debt i nvr promised,
by how much better than my word i am
by so much shall i falsify men's hope;
and like bright metal on a sullen ground,
my reformation,glittering o'er my fault,
shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
than that which hath no foil to set it off;
i'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
redeeming time when men think least i will.
now you know.
10:57 PM
"if it were done when 'tis done"
'if it were done when 'tis done,then 'twere well it were done quickly. if the assasination could trammel up the consequene, and catch with his surcease,success:that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here,we'd jump the life to come.but in these cases we still have the judgement here; that we but teach bloody instrustions, which, being taught,return to plague the inventor, this even-handed justice comends the ingredient of our poison'd chalice to our own lips. He's here in double trust;firstly,as i am his kinsman and his subject,strong both against the deed;then as his host who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself. Besides, this duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,hath been so clear in his great office,that his virtues will plead like angels,trumpet-tongued against the deep damnation of his taking-off; and pity.like a naked new born babe,striding the blast or heaven's cherubin,horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,that tears shall drown thw winds. i have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only waulting ambition,which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.
now you know.
10:37 PM