Hi,
kan haritok hari 1 year single. haha. ada confession.
I missed being in a relationship. I do. breakfast sama sama. lunch sama sama. dinner sama sama. jalan Spring ( sik tauk apahal mesti raon Spring. haha ). raon pusing Kuching..& you know, gf-bf stuffs. but then, entah. bukan aku sik maok being in a relationship.. hahahaha cuma, entah. time will tell :) & ya, Amel is a nice guy. parents pun macam okay jak walaupun sik pernah berjumpa dengan nya. I mean, semua orang fikir we're something, but then.. we're nothing. entah. time will tell. hahaha. tunggu ya. to be honest, i'm not looking forward actually. biasa biasa jak. i'm lowering my expectation, mun ada adalah. mun sekda, ada yang lebih baik. Insyallah :)
anyway,
The best part of a relationship, is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
kan haritok hari 1 year single. haha. ada confession.
I missed being in a relationship. I do. breakfast sama sama. lunch sama sama. dinner sama sama. jalan Spring ( sik tauk apahal mesti raon Spring. haha ). raon pusing Kuching..& you know, gf-bf stuffs. but then, entah. bukan aku sik maok being in a relationship.. hahahaha cuma, entah. time will tell :) & ya, Amel is a nice guy. parents pun macam okay jak walaupun sik pernah berjumpa dengan nya. I mean, semua orang fikir we're something, but then.. we're nothing. entah. time will tell. hahaha. tunggu ya. to be honest, i'm not looking forward actually. biasa biasa jak. i'm lowering my expectation, mun ada adalah. mun sekda, ada yang lebih baik. Insyallah :)
anyway,
The best part of a relationship, is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
to my lovely reader, whoever you are..
:)
“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t always promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers and you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every good-bye you learn.”
— Veronica A. Shoffsta
till then,
XOXO
p/s : ...decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers and you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every good-bye you learn...
