Monday, March 30, 2009

My sister b'day today

I wake up this morning morning wondering wat should i buy for her..she not my sister actually, but she been nice to me..i wondering to buy her girls thing like dress or bag..

me and my friend go to mall to find gift for her, i plan to buy purse for her but somehow i buy clock and frame for her..

this story not about her...is about my dream..my dream today is i really wish i can talk to dyla..since last time, we never had a nice conversation..when i searching my gift for zura(my sis), i found something nice to gift to dyla, a candle red in colour wit a heart on it, it took me for a while think about shuold i buy it, i know myself will probility never gift to her. i always follow my heart saying i should buy it, so i buy it.

at night before 12 o'clock, my heart pounding want to meet dyla, because i know, meeting her will only make my feeling worst but i still want to meet her. this problem about me, if i like some1, no matter what the situation, i still will keep on goin on, this because talk to her, see her face, my feeling is mix, i'm so happy, and yet i know inside me is so sad because i only dream talking to her, look her for afar..may be that happy is wat i looking for, just a moment of joy, i think i worth it, somehow, after the end of the day, my feeling worst. i feel the most lonely guy in the whole world.

well..zura just got a bf, my best friend hilmi. hahaha..i wish they know i much i need their help to ask dyla give me a chance. while i'm wait to be sharp at 12 o'clock, i left alone, that time i watching them, i feel so horible. may be this will be my life, watching people together.

time started. is zura b'day now...the only thing i can do is smile, because dyle were there, i feel so sad..but happy to see her. still remember the give that i plan to give her. i didnt give to her. i left on the boxes with the cake, then i feel i shouldnt give her, i let the candle on the boxes. hopefully people will know i give to her. a sign that i really want her....sad....

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