Guilty Pleasures = Friends

So how was your Eid Mubarak everyone? Mine was voluptuous ;) HAHA. Get my fling?

Okay I think I’m done being lame.

So I went to THREE awesome humans open house this year.

First, Hadi Iskandar.

Truth be told, I did not exactly know him personally but i was one of only three girls he invited. So, due to the over-whelming feeling I had, I went and had a blast!

I was actually the first one to come ON TIME. Like 12 pm sharp i was at his gate tau. So cool of me XD HADI HAD REALLY GOOD TASTING RAINBOW CAKE! I wanted to ask him about what cake it was tapi malu laa XD

I officially met his girlfriend too <3 Teehee. They look good together :)

Second, Matiin Rahman aka The Great PEDOBEAR!

So, after Hadi’s house Arshad, Adam and I hopped into Arshad and I’s karate masters’ car and headed to Matiins’ (matt) house. Inevitably as usual, we got lost. Why? BECAUSE WE DIDN’T HAVE HIS ADDRESS AND ADAM FORGOT WHERE MATTS HOUSE WAS. YAY!

So Sensei dropped us off at Sri Aman Girl School and we walked from there with directions from Ali Redha , who was on a motorbike.

Susah nak pergi rumah Matt. Tapi it was worth it. I had a blast. Half of the Bombastics were there! We talked and talked and talked and gossip a bit then talked some more. All that time, Nik, who sat next to me was blabbering about Nasi Dagang. He talked about Nasi Dagang for about 3 hours –.-“ Haih gotta love him.

We then walked to the KK Mart across the road from Matts’ house to grab a popsicle, thats when Yasmin and Ariff’s mother came. I tagged along and their mother sent me home. The comic thing is that, Arshad came too, he didn’t actually know them XD We sent him home anyways . HAHA

The third would be Ali Redha Azizans’ !

The invite to this open house was also an unexpected one. Well, He invited me at Matiins open house which was a day before his open house. Very last minute. Very male :D

I have got to admit that his open house is a very memorable one for me. I went around 6pm. Guess what we did?!

WE PLAYED SCRABBLE TWICE

Lepas tu kan.. kita makan makan makanan yang teramat sedap. His mothers’ Lasagna , Cream puff, Orange + Ginger ale drink and Chicken puff <3 . Oh and a dish with broccoli in it. I forgot the name. XD Hayani ate a lot tapi berat tak naik pun :D

After that we played… Ali’s X-Box.

WEIH PELIK TAU LARI HURDLES SETEMPAT. TENGOK ALI LARI SETEMPAT PUN LAWAK GILA DOWH

Yeah. I have never seen an X-box before. So I jakun lah kan XD Lepas tu, We watched Austin Powers HAHA. Nak tau tak pukul berapa I balik? HAHA Pukul 9.30pm tau. Hayani sangat cool (Y) –.-“

So those are the open houses I went too so far :D If I go to anymore I’ll be sure post a tribute to it, but for now,

Tata.

An original song.

It is supposed to be heavy on the bass with some Arabic and dark features here and there. Let the melody be Muse inspired for in this writers head , it sounds like Muse. Alert me if you have a melody!

   Someday perhaps one day.

I would like to start a revolution,

to let the cynics be left in destitution

Let them bleed tears of regret

They whom said our world ; incorrect.

 

Let them suffer as they made us,

Let them see the mess they have made,

Let them see the deaths that they have caused,

Let them feel the pang of our loss.

Toss them, chop them, churn them,

Kill them.

 

Change the world and make it kind,

Make the change,

You will shine ~

Break the barriers of humankind,

Let the cynics be left behind.

 

The world is very much divine,

Though they will disagree,

But it is fine,

I’ll take the world and make it mine.

 

Let them suffer as they made us,

Let them see the mess they have made,

Let them see the deaths that they have caused,

Let them feel the pang of our loss.

Toss them, chop them, churn them,

Kill them.

 

In the end, let them see,

The better world without their sneers,

In the end, let them know,

That for them the time is near.

 

Give up, give up , give up.

Make them listen.

That their end is near.

 

Written by Hayani

Copy-righted by deviantart

Rivers

She had poetry in her eyes, stunning and conflagrant in so many manners. Resplendent daydreams spilled from her mouth, aesthetically winding in the air and shaping her lips into a radiant beam. Her name was Lisa. Her very being, made me feel more than slight disdain at myself. She was almost perfect. She was my best friend.

Now Lisa was a queer adolescent. When everyone was busy gossiping she would have already known the whole story, when everyone was wearing miniskirts, she had already passed that phase of her life and moved on to pretty short dresses with boots. She was the type of girl you would find wandering in the forest, acting as if nothing was wrong with the world. She was wrong! Everything was wrong with the world. She said, “Adam, let me tell you that on earth nature is the kindest.” From there, she went on and on about how still rivers run deep and the magic in every bird’s voice. She trusted nature. Now, I am lying here, next to the water where I last saw her, writing my woes because of her. Because of Lisa…

“Hey Adam! You’re going to Mount Kinahua right?” She asked me exactly two years, three months and 13 days ago. She was wearing her bright red boots that everyone hated, but made her toes feel nice and tingly. How could I have said no? Her beautiful smile had me breathless. I loved her then and I still love her now. Truth is my father drowned in a river at the same mountain we were going too.

We boarded the school bus and started our journey to the perilous Mount Kinahua. Lisa chattered the whole way while I just listened. I loved listening to her talk. Her voice sounded like Sunday morning chimes mixed with the suns bright grandeur and a touch of midnight’s loneliness. Four hours into the journey, we stopped to stretch our legs and to grab a bite to eat. Just like a movie, we abruptly stopped at a majestic waterfall. Her eagerness over-ruled my nonchalance at the ear splitting sound of the waterfalls’ water crashing unto the sharp-edged stones below it. Lisa was irritating. However, someone somewhere once said that irritation meant love.

Her free spirit led us to explore the forest around the waterfall and the river it originated. We remembered our hunger as we were spying on spawning frogs. Being the dominant teen that she was, she ordered me to get our food from the school bus. As usual, I reluctantly did.

“ Adam! Go get our food! Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. They’re just frogs in a river bedded with sand. Honestly, people would think that you’re my mother in disguise fretting over me like that!”

“But Lisa… I just don’t want you to get hurt. Why not we go together?”

“Are you afraid of walking in the forest in broad daylight alone, Adam? Just trust Nature, She’ll protect you.”

“I am not afraid! I worry about you, Lisa, you’re too carefree. Promise me you will stay right here. No climbing trees or chasing after any sort of animal. Alright?”

“Yes, yes. Just go get our food will you, silly Adam?”

Some things are too good to be true to last.

I, quite literally sprinted to the bus to get our food. As I was just about to leave the bus, it happened.

A loud shriek and then nothing.

I dropped the food and dashed towards the opening I left Lisa. She was not there! I panicked. Where was she? Could she have fallen off a tree? NO, she was nowhere to be seen on the ground. She could not have been dragged by the water, the river was too still. Still river? That was when it hit me! Lisa could have drowned. By that time the whole bus had gathered at the opening. Everyone was searching for Lisa. We searched for more than 2 hours.

Everyone was about to give up when I saw a little bit of yellow and pink in the water. It turned out to be one of Lisa’s hair beads. Images of her soft curly blonde hair and gentle but vibrant eyes came to my mind. Lisa was in the water somewhere. Myren was the first one to react, he traced the bead to some sort of yellow weed in the river but I knew better. That so-called yellow weed had pink highlights just like Lisa’s hair. We dug her up then realised that a few meters from us, the riverbed was a lot deeper and a part of it had collapsed. As I carried her lifeless body to the riverbank, the birds were singing a very melancholy tune.

Lisa had trusted nature, she had loved still rivers and she had adored the bird’s tune. Now, nature had eaten her up whole and the birds were singing, perhaps singing their morbid song.

She is dead. She is gone. Taken by the very thing she had trusted and loved most.

Now as I walk to the edge of the waterfall on this very clear summer day. I say I am not worthy of this world any longer. I say that nature was not worthy of your love, Lisa my dearest.

The sun is high.

Dearest Lisa,

Under every cut - throat sun, I will love you forever and only you, only the distant you will ever know my song, for the ebb and flow of what you know, is everything that I am. Without you, I do not want to live in this gruesome and untrustworthy world. May I see you in the after world, my Lisa, my angel, my only…