Tuesday, February 7, 2012

2nd February 2012. Johore Matriculation College

Someone called me. Its around 2 am and she was crying. Because ? His boyfriend dumped her. I felt sorry for her and this was some advice I gave to her. I wasn't sure what I'm talking about at that time but I just want to make her feel calm. In English, the conversations maybe sound like this. " Don't worry. He'll  miss you. You're the best he could get but he blew it. Don't make him make you think that it was your fault. You did absolutely nothing wrong. You gave him your heart but he's not mature enough to appreciate it. Please don't cry. Don't call him telling you miss him, don't message him and don't talk to him. And don't be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake. If you want to. Go with him again but make sure you are the different person then. But if doesn't come back  after a couple of tries, just let him go. He's not worth at all " Hmm to the girls out there, there's no need to cry for a man or always searching for somebody to love. Do believe me, it will come to you. Just have the faith in yourself okayy and everything will turn out fine.

Well Assalamualaikum and a very deary night to All's. For me, I don't think feelings change. I think situations do. I know that it's possible to dislike someone after loving them so much or to love someone after feeling so much hate towards them but it's not because people change, for me it's because it's not the same. It's because something make you think differently, something opened your eyes. Something caused you to see everything the way it is at last. Maybe. I don't know. Hmm nothing can play a part to fix it, they just can let it be. Deary stalkers, 2011 is the year that went by so fast. It's the year my so called friend walks out of my life, and it's the year I realised who the real ones are. It's the year I felt the most pressure to the point where I gave up so many many many times and I tried to get back up. It's the year I once said that I want to accomplish great things. It's the year I cried over too many pointless things, too many times. It's the year I look back on all lifetime memories in which I find myself missing the people in them. But it's also the year I move on, really slowly and I realised then that it is okay. 

Goodbye All's. Thank you for reading. May God bless you. Assalamualaikum.