Tentang Aku.

Apa yg sdg aku rasa skunk nie pun aku x tau. Perasaan bercampur baur. Aku xde tmpt nk mngadu. hanya blog inilah menjd mangsa tmpt aku luahkan segala perasaan yg berbuku di hati. Tapi yg pasti aku rasa sgt2 terseksa perasaan ni. Menanti fon kol dr si dia yg x muncul2. Berjam-jam lamanya aku tggu dia kol tp dia x kol pun. Aku hantar mesej pun, satu habuk pun x berbalas. Dah mcm org gila aku dibuatnya. Mmg kedua-dua tepon serta kunci bilik aku baling kt lantai. Mmg malang nasib tepon aku mlm ni. Aku campak hp mcm campak batu je. Kat bilik tv tu xde benda plak yg aku nk lempar. Sofa ade la. Takkan aku nk baling kerusi plak. Xde duit nk ganti. Rasa Geram, kecewa, sedih, sakit hati, menyesal, semua ade. Saat dan ketika aku tgh berperang dingin dgn dia mmg membuatkan aku bernafas mcm ikan naik ke darat. Rasa mcm nk mati pun ade. Aku cuba utk try heart to heart talk dgn dia tp lain plak jdnya. Aku plg benci time aku ade konflik mcm nie.

Ok la aku admit aku dh terslh ckp. Itu yg bwat dia merajuk dgn aku. Aku x terlintas langsung yg perkataan tu membuatkan si dia terasa. Aku cuba utk pujuk tp dia xnk dgr. Aku kol dia letak. Aku msg dia x bls. Ya Allah, bala apa yg sdg Kau berikan pd aku nih? Dh lama aku x berperang dgn dia. Aku terlalu rindukan dia. Mlm nie aku teringin sgt3 nk lps rindu dgn dia. Tp bila dia ckp dgn aku, aku mmg bleh rasa ade benda x kene. Mcm dia cuba sorok sesuatu. Bila dgr suara dia pun aku dh bleh tau dia tgh ade masalah. Tp bila aku tny dia ckp xde apa2. Dia ok je. Tp suara dia x bleh tipu aku. Aku tau dia sorok sesuatu. Mmg btul pun. Akhirnya dia admit sesuatu tlh berlaku. Knp dia xnk bgtau aku? Ssh sgt ke nk bgtau? Knp dia nk tanggung sakit sorg2? Klu dia rasa sakit aku pun akan ttp sama2 rasa sakit. Diri dia dh sebati dgn aku. Sbb aku terlalu sygkan dia...

p/s: I Love You So Much Sayang..I'm sorry to hurt you :(

Salam,
Scha

Tongue Twister Story

The Final Fixing of the Foolish Fugitive

     Feeling footloose, fancy-free and frisky, this feather-brained fellow finagled his fond father into forking over his fortune. Forthwith, he fled for foreign fields and frittered his farthings feasting fabulously with fair-weather friends. Finally, fleeced by those folly filled fellows and facing famine, he found him-self a feed flinger in a filthy farm-lot. He fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments.

     "Fooey! My father's flunkies fare far fancier," the frazzled fugitive fumed feverishly, frankly facing fact.

Frustrated from failure and filled with forebodings, he fled for his family. Falling at his father's feet, he floundered forlornly. "Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited further family favors . . ."

But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged his flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a feast.

     But the fugitive's fault finding frater, faithfully farming his father's fields for free, frowned at this fickle forgiveness of former falderal. His fury flashed, but fussing was futile.

His foresighted father figured, "Such filial fidelity is fine, but what forbids fervent festivities? The fugitive is found! Unfurl the flags! With fanfare flaring, let fun, frolic and frivolity flow freely, former failures forgotten and folly forsaken."

Forgiveness forms a firm foundation for future fortitude.