Showing posts with label cerita-cerita dari maya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cerita-cerita dari maya. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Update 'gila'

oh lama tak jumpa cik belog *sambil salam malam cium pipi kiri kanan* hahaha
gila banyak asignment, almost nak jadi gila, haha*exaggerated much ;p

sooo i deactivated my facebook for almost 3 weeks
abaikan blog (tp kadang-kadang bukak untuk update template)
*macam WTH,gila meroyan addicted tak dapat nak update, tukau template pun mcm blessed gila, haha
dan jugak macam appear invisible utk ym jugak for weeks

noooo, i'm not saying that dah jadi FB addict ker, cuma aku suka gila bukak FB
macam rutin, macam ruji jek
macam setiap kali balik kelas, oh harus bukak FB, check keadaan di kingdom FB sebelum menjalankan hidup di dunia realiti *narnia sangat!
padahal bukan update status hapa-hapa pun
seee, memang meroyan
jadi deactivated FB macam bagus juga
audio: bunyi tepukan kalai inserted

cuma sekarang sebab dah takda apa-apa jua social network,
kiki yang bestari telah beralih pulak,
'download ebook'
jadi sekarang aku ada berpuluh-puluh ebook untuk di baca...
so sapa nak sila contact i,
i even ada New york times punya best seller collection 2009 and 2010
sapa nak angkat tangan,
for free je akak kasi noks!

rasa macam banyak gila je nak tulis,
sebelum gila,
better stop, hahaha ;p

eh papai
senyum sikit
ha macam tulah!

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Thursday, 14 October 2010

.saddest love story (:

10th Grade:-
As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
And wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
And I knew it.
After class,
She walked up to me and asked me for
The notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'
And gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
That I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.

11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end,
It was her. She was in tears,
Mumbling on and on about how
Her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
Because she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
Soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
And three bags of chips,
She decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'
And gave me a kiss
On the cheek..I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.

Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker.
'My date is sick' she said,
'hes not gonna go' well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
We made a promise that
If neither of us had dates,
We would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
And stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- 'I had the best time, thanks!'
And gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
That I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body
Floated like an angel
Up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
She didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
She came to me in her smock and hat,
And cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
And said- 'you're my best friend,
Thanks''s and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
That I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
And drive off to her new life,
Married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
But she didn't see me like that,
And I knew it.
But before she drove away,
She came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
That I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
Of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service,they read a diary entry
She had wrote in her high school years
This is what it read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine,
But he doesn't notice me like that
And I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
And I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me, he loved me !

..........'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self, and I cried.


*currently reading: letter from the unknown women the novel version, cerita itu adalah sedih gila dari yang ini (: 

Monday, 3 May 2010

.100% perfect girl *read this!!

On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning by Haruki Murakami

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."


"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

notes: found this story while surf the net, someone's said that " this one of the saddest stories that he ever read" and yup, i found it sad toooo... huh :c 
googled, i found that Haruki Murakami a very superb writer :) esp in japanese literature. 
*berasa amat segan dengan diri sendiri kerana tidak kenal encik penulis yang hebat ini 
*"student nowadays"~heeee (i quoted it from someone)

Thursday, 29 April 2010


sampai bila nak bercakap manis-manis je.. 
terlalu manis jauh dari reality,
ye tak??
tapi takkan asyik nak bercakap kasar-kasar selalu...
harus manis-manis juga
kena balance
opss cakap hanya based logic tanpa pengalaman

.cik kiki.

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

.u never knew

 gambar nasi ayam yang tiada kena mengena dengan entry

lama tidak update...
malas amat banyak
sangat sibuk sedikit..

sila baca ini
saya copy dengan bangga sekali dari sini

15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About

1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.


Monday, 29 March 2010

.sakit dihati selamanya :c

cerita yang di attach dari email, sudah lama, baca dan lupa, mungkin best untuk kongsi disini;)
sesiapa yang ada kiriman best, sila hantar ke email, hahahahaha saya amat tiada cerita menarik.... okeh sekarang sedang mula fikir apa nak tulis untuk entry selepasnya....;P

WANITA : Siapa yang paling kamu cintai di dunia ini?
LELAKI : Kamu!!!
WANITA : Menurut kamu, saya ini siapa?
LELAKI : (Berfikir sejenak, lalu menatap WANITA dengan pasti). Kamu, tulang rusukku!

Kerana Allah melihat bahawa Adam kesepian. Saat Adam sedang lena tidur, Allah mengambil rusuk Adam dan menciptakan Hawa. Semua LELAKI mencari tulang rusuknya yang hilang dan saat menemukan wanita untuknya, tidak lagi merasakan sakit di hatinya... Setelah berkahwin, pasangan itu mengalami masa yang indah dan manis untuk sementara. Setelah itu, pasangan muda ini mulai tenggelam dalam kesibukanmasing-masing dan kelelahan hidup yang ada. Hidup mereka menjadi membosankan. Kenyataan hidup yang kejam membuat mereka mulai menyisihkan impian dan cinta satu sama lain. Mereka mulai bertengkar dan pertengkaran itu mulai menjadi semakin panas.

Pada suatu hari pada akhir sebuah pertengkaran WANITA lari keluar rumah. Saat tiba di seberang jalan, dia berteriak "Kamu tidak cintakan saya lagi!!!". LELAKI sangat membenci ketidakdewasaan WANITA dan secara spontan juga berteriak "Saya menyesali perkahwinan ini! Kamu ternyata bukan tulang rusukku!!!"

Tiba-tiba WANITA terdiam, dan berdiri kaku untuk beberapa saat. LELAKI menyesali akan apa yang sudah dia lafazkan, tetapi seperti air yang telah tertumpah tidak mungkin untuk diceduk kembali. Dengan berlinang air mata, WANITA kembali ke rumah dan mengambil barang-barangnya, bertekad untuk berpisah. "Kalau saya bukan tulang rusukmu, biarkan saya pergi. Biarkan kita berpisah dan mencari pasangan sejati masing-masing".

Lima tahun berlalu. LELAKI masih belum lagi berkahwin, tetapi berusaha mencari khabar akan kehidupan WANITA. WANITA pernah ke luar negeri tetapi sudah kembali. Dia pernah berkahwin dengan seorang asing dan bercerai. LELAKI agak kecewa bila mengetahui WANITA tidak menunggu, sepertinya. Dan di tengah malam yang sunyi, dia meminum kopinya dan merasakan sakit dihatinya. Tetapi LELAKI tidak sanggup mengakui bahawa dia merindukan WANITA.

Suatu hari, mereka akhirnya bertemu kembali. Di airport, tempat di mana banyak terjadi pertemuan dan perpisahan, mereka dipisahkan hanya oleh sebuah dinding pembatas.

LELAKI : Apa khabar?
WANITA : Baik... kamu sudah menemui tulang rusukmu yang hilang?
LELAKI : Belum.
WANITA : Saya akan terbang ke New York dengan penerbangan berikut. Saya akan kembali 2 minggu lagi. Telefon saya kalau kamu berkesempatan. Kamu tahu nombor telefon saya kan? Tidak ada yang berubah.

WANITA tersenyum manis, berlalu di hujung lafaz "Selamat tinggal..." 

Satu minggu kemudian, LELAKI menerima khabar WANITA adalah salah seorang korban nahas kapal terbang. Malam itu, sekali lagi, LELAKI meneguk kopinya dan kembali merasakan sakit di hatinya. Akhirnya dia sedar bahawa sakit itu adalah kerana WANITA, tulang rusuknya sendiri yang telah dengan bodohnya dia patahkan.