Feb 26, 2011

crushed,cracked,broken.



takda mood.TAK ADA MOOD.sumpah MOOD ialah PROTES . (awww)

diamlah.

diam.

dan DIAM !

--sounds like my birthday has been FORGOTTEN!

--sounds like my phone is MISSING!

--sounds like someone eats my CHOCOLATES!

--sounds like i have lost my own MEMORY ?

--sounds like i cant be there,for the RUGBY !! <-- this is the TRUTH.

everybody has their own passion,right?
everybody has their own thing to be loved,right?
everybody has their own person to say "hey i love you" .
everybody has a reason WHY must be like THIS.

your reason kinda WEIRD.totally WEIRD. how come you give me that reason while you (now and always) do the same thing ? >> nahh,forget it !


the MAIN point here is
I HAD MISSED RUGBY PRECIOUS TIME !


sounds like "hey girl.can you please stop that annoying passion?"

i would like to reply,i would LIKE to reply;
"hey you.can you please ignore your dirty thoughts about me?"



seriously,
i love RUGBY not because of the PLAYERS. (little bit,HUH?)
i love RUGBY not because to see their BODY. (brrrhh!)
i love rugby not because "i wish i can marry you little boy!" (what the CHUCK?)

HONESTLY; i LOVE rugby because i do love my CHILDHOOD memories.

**kau tak ada memori bermain ragbi di zaman dulu kala? waktu sental hingus kat stoking?
tak ada? aku ada.dengan BANGGANYA ,aku nak cakap,aku ADA. :DD

(maaf,menurut buku agama,tak dibenarkan riak ujub dan seangkatan tentera dengannya,tapi manusia selalu lupa.macam aku -,- )

back to the STORY.

yes,i have my own childhood memories.

my parents sent me to my granny house when they're working. i guess,on that time im 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 years old. because when im 12 years old,my daddy brought me to other school.

so,every evening,EVERY evening,my granny's neighbours (their son) always asked me;

"nak mainn dengan kami takk?"

"main apaa?" ,sambil sepak-sepak bola kena pasu bunga.

"main RAGBI !" dan mereka (Fifi,abang saya dan entah siapa namanya,)

"NAK !!" ,peluk bola sepak kuat-kuat. "tapi macam mana nak main?"

"kamu rempuh je sapa-sapa.jangan bagi deme ambil bola.tau?"

masing-masing sengih-sengih.

so,after few years,i have already grown up,people supposed call me "teenage".
13,14,15,16 years old -- still playing rugby with them when my mum wants to meet my granny.



well,my mum already scold me why im still playing rugby with them,little kids.
little kids - my cousins

she said,
"kamu ni lelaki ke perempuan? cuba-cubalahh main permainan perempuan."

"maa nak suruh saya main bola jaring? saya tak suka,saya TAK SUKAAAdan saya TAK RETI"

**kenapa benci netball ? nak tahu? sebab pernah sekali main di sekolah rendah,dan terus serik tak nak main sebab rasa macam MENARI TWIST. =.='

---end story of my childhood memories---



btw, people,stop thinking that "you wanna go there because only of the Koleq right?"

correction baby.CORRECTION.

there's an ERROR.

i wanna go there because of I DO LOVE RUGBY.any objection?

if ONLY because of the KOLEQ, i have already went there EVERYDAY because their school just too near with my house.
got it? GOOD ! ;)



my MOOD suddenly EXPLODE when my younger brother just arrive home and says,

"kak linaa! tengok ini! (sambil tunjuk dua benda kuning yang panjang macam kayu besbol). saya dapat waktu pergi sana tadii.BEST! nahh,saya bagi kat kak lina.kenangan saya di koleq"

you wanna know what i've replied to him?

"kalau rasa nak kepala tu botak licin,silakanlah menunjuk-nunjuk lagi.PUAS?"

and my mum smile and smile.

SMILE like this :DDDDDDD



stop mumbling.stop rebelling.stop messed up the mind by thinking WHY why WHY i cant go there~

stop hating the reason that has been given.

smile and LAUGH.

smile and EAT.

smile and SLEEP.

smile and JUMP NON-STOP.

smile.be HAPPY.smile.be SMART.smile.be COOL.
smile
.be TOUGH.


SMILE :DDD



p/s:
okay,still thinking about the rugby.i will become the player.just WAIT and SEE! but,someone told me,IF i become the player,other players will treat me like what they treat the rugby ball. (sounds scary -.- )