tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13579271922694264382012-02-20T04:23:03.774-08:00Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-19666691036276536072012-02-20T03:22:00.000-08:002012-02-20T04:23:03.785-08:00Dear Nate,<br /><br />Sorry for not coming on your farewell party. I guess you know better. Saying good bye to you is the last thing I want to do. I'd rather let myself learn you are not here and there anymore than letting my naked eyes seeing you walk away and wave good bye. <br /><br />Probably both options are hurts. Equally. <br /><br />But, I just can't drag myself to smile and say good bye. <br /><br />Nate, <br /><br />Until now, I couldn't let my self cry. I couldn't let myself grieve. I just couldn't. I tried. And I tried. But somehow, the tears won't come. They just don't. <br /><br />Even now, I want to cry out so loud for sadness and frustration I felt for not being able to catch you sitting in front of your desktop everyday. For the grieve for not being able to see your crystal blue eyes as I walk pass through your room. <br /><br />Today, your room, the room is empty. Without you. And I hold myself from standing and starring at the empty room. You left. <br /><br />Nate, <br /><br />I miss you. Very badly. <br /><br />For I couldn't cry for the deep sadness and despair I felt. And they just make me sick. I have fever for several days. My ears are turning to red, so do my face. Red is blood. Red is love. And red is anger. <br /><br />For the anger that you're leaving. For the love that I secretly pray and wish that you'll be heart broken and you'll regret leaving Malaysia and then you'll come back here. Will you Nate? <br /><br />I miss you. And I couldn't let myself wishing you love. <br /><br />Just stay healthy so that you'll make it here when time comes. <br /><br />Childishly Love,<br />me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-1966669103627653607?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-63080561272900517162012-01-01T08:24:00.000-08:002012-01-02T04:13:33.395-08:00New year wish? <br /><br />Well, i'll be happier if my money in my bank account GROWS! But so far, it is too hard to achieve... <br /><br />Temptation to buy this and that are too much. I need money tonic for my bank account!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-6308056127290051716?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-62575327045181469522011-12-28T03:07:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:43:12.744-08:00I start listen to Amy Winehouse songs nowadays. Since Vijay introduced me with "You Know I am No Good", I start to listen to almost her songs. <br /><br />And, it is a big no no not to like them. But, not to all her songs. Just for her slow and sentimental ones. <br /><br />I wonder when I can digest the fast music songs and hard core rock songs?. <br /><br />Once I updated my skype status with Yuna's cover song's titled "Come as You are", I instantly got reply from my officer in Bangkok asking am I the rock band fan. <br /><br />Which was amused me as i never listen to Nirvana band, but since Yuna made a cover with Nirvana song, she automatically drives me to them. <br /><br />Today, since I was quite blurry without knowing the reason why, i listen to Amy Winehouse song "Love is a Losing Game". <br /><br />Driven by the lyrics and mellow melody, I sat still until the song end. No shame to admit how true the lyrics are. <br /><br />Until now, I kept losing to the game of love. I kept closing the door and open it when the lust is empty and the desire is nowhere to be found. <br /><br />But knowing men, I don't regret closing the door. Sincerity is not measure by time nor the love. There is no "give and take" principle in love. <br /><br />But I know, positive responds is the power pot that connecting the two different souls. <br /><br />And, without shame, I do regret for acting like a stone and showing stiff to him when there might be a hope for us. At least for the slimmest one. <br /><br />But it is too late now. He is moving so far away for I couldn't catch and cope up with him. <br /><br />Though I am standing beside him everyday. And looking at the same beautiful eyes, it is too sad to admit that there's no hope to be find. <br /><br />Though the same old feeling remains in me, I can't predict anything in behalf of him.<br /><br />How sad. And how pathetic I can be in love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-6257532704518146952?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-31142244827933860002011-12-27T02:47:00.000-08:002011-12-27T08:06:57.354-08:00Ever since my super brother has put me under one of his "inspirational people", nor i dare to update or post anything related to my feelings. <br /><br />Well, clearly known from my previous posts huh. <br /><br />Haziq, he is my one and only flesh and blood brother I have in this unpredictable, super changing world. And I adore him secretly. <br /><br />Once, I was damn freaky worried about him. I am scared that he might feel lonely. <br /><br />I am scared that he might not in stable ground after all things happened in our family. I am scared. And I am worried about him. <br /><br />Yes, I am. Really am. But, somehow, I know, the only one that was affected by the family situation was me. <br /><br />I am the one who jump into the ocean of tears and sadness, and depression, super worrying about my mother and Haziq. <br /><br />But both of them, they are able to manage somehow. <br /><br />My mother, she was strong. She was strong and she was a real tough woman. <br /><br />She has respect for herself and no one can underestimate her. <br /><br />And she will never shed her tears for anyone who done wrong things to her but God. Yes, solely for God. <br /><br />And I know, God, Allah Taala will always spread wide invisible protection wings to her. To her heart and soul. <br /><br />Mak, amam love you so much. I just want her to know as long as she's with me, anything, anything is bearable. Anything is bearable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-3114224482793386000?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-52649290453197621742011-12-22T01:38:00.000-08:002011-12-22T01:52:56.712-08:00Today you are isolating me. <br /><br />But it's fine. <br /><br />I have no hard feelings. Not at all. <br /><br />Not for you my dear. Everything you do is perfect. And it's great. <br /><br />You can scold me. You can look at me with disgust. You can keep underestimate me. <br /><br />And it's true, my dear. I am not good at all. I can't flirt. <br /><br />I am a boring woman, the stuck and the plain ones. Real plain. <br /><br />But it's fine my dear. I am really fine. <br /><br />You won't add the scars in my heart. <br /><br />You just keep on bleeding them. <br /><br />And I love you.<br /><br /><iframe width="300" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uiKhzP9pta8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-5264929045319762174?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-36593901806201267152011-12-21T03:52:00.000-08:002011-12-21T03:56:55.371-08:00For you. For me. For the awaiting journey as we start to move on.<br /><br /><iframe width="350" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VThQ2FZFZKI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-3659390180620126715?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-59575788987186076272011-12-20T01:57:00.000-08:002011-12-20T05:01:44.914-08:00I am sorry.<br /><br />Knowing myself, it’s hard to find words when it comes to the person you love and I deeply regret knowing that there is nothing I can do for you.<br /><br />I love you and I’m sorry. <br /><br />I really am.<br /><br />And please stay healthy. Please be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-5957578898718607627?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-54857473728388523222011-12-19T03:13:00.001-08:002011-12-19T03:15:14.358-08:00I am getting worst.<div><br /></div><div>Everyday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ya Allah.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-5485747372838852322?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-30568588795597581982011-12-17T00:22:00.000-08:002011-12-17T00:36:19.542-08:00That person.<div><br /><div>I feel bad when I'm seeing him.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And I also feel bad when I'm not seeing him.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel bad no matter...</div><div><br /></div><div>When he's there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or when he's not there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel bad when he's smiling at me.</div><div><br /></div><div>When he's smiling at someone else I also feel bad too.</div><div><br /></div><div>When he's calling my name.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or when he's writing my name.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is painful too.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when he's not calling me</div><div><br /></div><div>It's painful for me too.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I continuously see him and stay there</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'll be more painful.</div><div><br /></div><div>But still</div><div><br /></div><div>I like it better at least.</div><div><br /></div><div>Being able to see him and smell him</div><div><br /></div><div>It's better than not having him with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's better.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-3056858879559758198?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-10562874828054461492011-11-22T03:57:00.000-08:002011-11-22T03:58:28.446-08:00Mak, amam rindu mak sangat-sangat... <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Terlalu rindukan mak....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-1056287482805446149?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-26262878636689761022011-09-04T22:49:00.001-07:002011-09-05T18:07:34.987-07:00Aku tak tahu bagi orang lain.<br /><br />Tapi pada aku, berselisih rasa dengan ibu bapa adalah perkara yang paling meresahkan hati.<br /><br />Lebih dari putus cinta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-2626287863668976102?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-42192550432559528102011-08-28T18:56:00.000-07:002011-08-28T18:59:53.808-07:00This video was humbly taken at <a href="http://aimierifdiabdhalim.blogspot.com/">http://aimierifdiabdhalim.blogspot.com/</a>. Thank you so much Aimie.<div> <br /></div><div><object width="250" height="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pREicaw7qWw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pREicaw7qWw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="390" height="200"></embed></object></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-4219255043255952810?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-22822157855430577882011-08-28T05:57:00.000-07:002011-08-28T06:05:51.218-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvuxVd2DfMQ/Tlo7kFzCNkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qfwicI1Lyxk/s1600/Sufi-Comics-God-s-Happiness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvuxVd2DfMQ/Tlo7kFzCNkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qfwicI1Lyxk/s400/Sufi-Comics-God-s-Happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645890574079899202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Courtesy of <a href="http://www.vakil.org/">http://www.vakil.org/</a> and a very apecial thanks to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hanakirana">https://www.facebook.com/hanakirana</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sila klik gambar untuk lebih ke-jelas-an dan mengurangkan kerabunan dan ke-sepet-an mata.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-2282215785543057788?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357927192269426438.post-40195384278580184062011-08-03T00:58:00.000-07:002011-08-06T08:07:42.920-07:00Dear love,<div><br /></div><div>Thank you for the precious moments even though it is just for a while. You deserve all best things in this world and we both know I can't (and I am not able) to bring happiness in your life. I will always love you with or without you by my side. </div><div><br /></div><div>Loved by you,</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">6262</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357927192269426438-4019538427858018406?l=hariiniawancerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cik Seharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03014502896843632145noreply@blogger.com0