Monday, May 21, 2012

the view from the balcony

don't exactly remember everything I saw but it's love; the feeling...

It’s not my room, it’s not his living room… it’s not his yard… and it’s certainly not my house. It’s our room, our bathroom and our living room…

I’ve been there… and I wish the world stop! the kitchen, the yard, the room and the living room… still empty but the view from the balcony, it was full of thought and memories.

As he calls it ‘rumah kita…’ and how I wish the world to stop. Or I should stop thinking!



Still wishing, for the world to stop. 

Monday, May 14, 2012

for those days to come

I don’t know what he thinks... afraid of asking him about it. As if he knew I was coming... he had his master plan ready and the plan works well, so far. And me? Trying my best to makes thing complicated, was it is.

He was so committed to whatever he has in mind. Sometimes I felt I was (was acting) like five years old girl and he is some grown up stranger who can’t help but to have that little girl in his plan.

Despite those lists of question being repeated over and over (was) and the mind games I have with that little girl, I’m more settled now.

So long if he keeps checking on that little girl and make sure behave the way she should, they would turn out fine.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

for no particular reason

The more IF in a theory, the complex the theory would be... literally.

I often sees myself as intan terpilih or second best choice or the better than nothing. So, I have all these thought in mind;

If he found someone nicer
If he found someone nicer and prettier
If he found someone less spoilt
If he found someone who won’t cried for almost everything under the sun
If he found someone who won’t keep repeating the same questions over and over
If he found someone can cook well
If he found someone who didn’t come out with this nonsense list
If he fall for someone else for no particular reason

I don’t know why I’m writing this in the first place... 

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

everything between it...

I’m about to write something very cliché...  not with this square letters I'm currently using, but with something more solid... with colors, tears (of course) and sweat maybe...

It was a dream long overdue... I really love writing because it eases my heart a little... because I’m not good at telling others my stories. And for some other reasons...

It would be about me & mr.darcy (again?)... and everything between it...