<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549</id><updated>2012-01-25T19:56:04.082-08:00</updated><category term='heart-broken'/><category term='Short-story'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Suicide'/><category term='Love story'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Stories from Us</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the place where we wrote our literature stuff and some of personal life. do njoy! n leave some comment~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-3051078065415417554</id><published>2009-02-17T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:50:32.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Forget Yourself -Part3-</title><content type='html'>I felt cold. Alone, lonely. What could this dark place be? I tried to move. I felt nothing. I was lost. Was death this dark? This empty? I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're awake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. I felt myself jerk. I took a breath. I could breathe! Everything was in a blur. But the blur started to gain coherence. Somebody was beside me. I felt a bed beneath me. Where am I? Siti! How could it be? She is beside me. The only face that could have bring solace to my troubled heart. But why was she here? I sat up and stared at her, bad choice, my head spinned. I felt exhausted. Siti put my head slowly back on the pillow. She took my hand in hers. She gave it a squeeze. I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang, rehat dulu ye. Don't push yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How could I have forgotten her voice? The very same melody and intonation that captured my heart a long time ago. I weakly smiled and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I awoke the next day. Details were more solid now and my vision grew. A room. Dimly lit and finely furnished. A creak from the door. I saw Siti entering. She was wearing a mild red 'baju kurung' with a flowery theme. Strangely, she still looked as resplendant as the last time I saw her. But, I thought to myself. When was the last time I really noticed her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came and put a tray with a cup of milo and some porridge on the bed desk. Sat on the bed beside me and stroked my unkept hair. I shiverred. I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bang, makan sikit bang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless. I could not say a word. All I could do was open my mouth and swallow the porridge that she would tenderly 'suap' put into my mouth with a spoon. I felt like a child. Then she put the cup of milo to my lips and I sipped the liquid. Letting the warmth seep through me while I composed myself to say something. I was at a loss at words! I could only lie there and stare at her clear dark hazel eyes that seem to penetrate my very being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bang, bang akhirnya jumpa Siti." She shed a tear and her body seemed to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes. Remembering the contents of her farewell letter. I once told her, I whenever I felt lost and alone. I would always go the beach. I would gaze at the sea. At the coming and going of the tides. At the resonating power of both the sunset and sunrise. I told her that it was the only place I would go when I felt I was totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willed myself and took her hand. I held on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siti, I am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burst into tears. She took my frail body in her arms and hugged me tightly. All the time sobbing. The first after a long time, I felt peaceful happiness&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lamun- to be continued later ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-3051078065415417554?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/3051078065415417554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=3051078065415417554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3051078065415417554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3051078065415417554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-forget-yourself-part3.html' title='When You Forget Yourself -Part3-'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-8825799920132879438</id><published>2009-02-13T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:47:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Forget Yourself -Part 2-</title><content type='html'>A new vision. The distinct features. I recognise it. It was the past. I remembered. The time when I was once myself. A time of great joy, promise, enthusiasm, innovation, self-motivation. It was the time of school, I was 16. Moving about classes, cheering among friends, laughing our hearts out over petty things, pulling dumb pranks, gossiping about the girl next door. The memories flooded me. It brought me to a time when I felt it. I felt emotion. Not the lifelessness before my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes shifted quickly. I remembered the brief moments of the scene. The particular emotion I felt during that time. The time my parents cheered me during a soccer tournament, the time when I fractured my right arm. Then it came. An explosion. The time which I would most cherish. The first time I saw her. I knew it was her. It was total insanity on my part. An impossible hope filled me. An impossibility that many would never have dreamed. We were incompatible, many said that way. Tall, slender, strict in nature, but above all that, I saw that she was the one. Call it fate, call it coincidence, but she was the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed. I chased, she answered. I loved and was loved in return. An impossible reality. Nevertheless, I remembered. It was not easy. It was also a time of turmoil and change. A time when I was no longer sure of myself. A time when you always hoped for something that was seemingly unattainable. But yet, I was still me. I was filled with humour, joy, piety and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed again. More quickly. I graduated, worked, started a business, then married that very girl. My whole life seemed complete. I had 4 children. 2 girls and 2 boys. Lovely children they were. My life was seemingly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it started. My company was starting to climb. For me, it reached the very summit of victory and success. I bacame engrossed. Engrossed with my career. My work. I was rarely home. I rarely met my family. I was always busy. There was always something else to do. Family became a second, third, fourth, then it totally escaped the priority list. One day, feeling the extreme pressure from work, I decided to head home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. My home was empty. My steps echoed in the house. Everything seemed fine. But, it was empty. Lonely. I saw a letter. I opened it. From my wife.&lt;br /&gt;"You have lost yourself in things that have carried you away from your life. You have forgotten the very things that are actually important to you. You have lost the very you. When you can recognise the person staring at you from the mirror again, you will know where to find me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awestruck. It seemed without logic. Why would she do such a thing. Then, I thought she would come back on her own. I continued with work. Lived as I have lived. Then, it seems that I have forgotten about her. Forgotten. It went on. The loneliness enshrouded me. I needed something. A feeling that I have not felt for a long time. Happiness. I turned to drugs. I knew the cost. I knew what it could do to me. I thought I could control it. But I couldn't. I fell. To drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision blurred. My very being seemed to have extinguished. I felt emptiness. A feeling that no pen can write nor word describe. I seemed lost. Then I thought, "When was the last time I have been myself?" Then the realisation came.&lt;br /&gt;"I have forgotten myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realisation hit me like a nuclear bomb. My whole being ached to the core. I felt myself wavering. Was this really the end? Was this my retribution for the things I have done in this earthly life? My vision faded. Then, I felt, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lamun-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-8825799920132879438?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/8825799920132879438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=8825799920132879438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8825799920132879438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8825799920132879438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-forget-yourself-part-2.html' title='When You Forget Yourself -Part 2-'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-7583713041991441799</id><published>2009-02-13T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:14:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Forget Yourself</title><content type='html'>I looked at my hands. The pale palms gazing back at me. The rough and cracked surfaces reminding me of what I am now. I glanced up at the starlit sky. Felt the chill of the sea breeze. The rhythemic waves of the sea refreshed me. I walked, walked across the beach. The damp grains of sand embedded between my toes. I walked to the dryer patches of sand. Plunged my hand into the sand, taking a handful of it. I let the grains slip between my fingers. I saw the grains fall, falling back  to where it belong. No matter where you take the sand, it will return to the earth, a reality that cannot be shaken. Another chill. I clung to what was left of my body. I felt a pain. My body was longing for it again. Longing for that sensation. A sensastion that would come and pass. I needed to fight it. Fight it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears well my eyes. What have I become? What have I done to myself? I went to the sea, looked at the water. Tears falling. Salt with salt. I watched, watched the reflection. My whole being was filled wth horror. I took a step back, another, another, I ran. Ran, then i fell. I turned my body, looked at the sky. I could not stop my body from shivering. It wasn't the cold. Wasn't the pain of falling. It was the pain of th heart. The pain of remorse and regret. I could not recognise the shape in the water. I remembered. Remembered a proverb, 'When you can no longer recognise the person looking back at you in the mirror, it is time for you to step back and think when was the last time you have been yourself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered. Was this my life? Was this the way that I was meant to be? I sat up. Looked at the sea. When was the last time I have been myself? A pang of pain. Distant, it came again, harder. My head was on fire. I wanted to scream, but my lungs could no longer hold the breath. A small croak was all that escaped. The world was spinning. My limbs no longer supporting me. I fell again to the sand. I felt the need. I felt the lust, the passion, the addiction. I need to fight it. Fight it! I no longer wanted it. Tears well my eyes once more. Is this the end? I could no longer feel my limbs. My body seems to have stopped shivering. I felt light. I felt my consciousness beinged tugged. Is this death? Oh God, forgive this wretched creation of thine. Oh God, assist him. All seemed white. It seemed to have ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke. I looked around. Everything was a blur. A blur, unfocused. I tried to shake my head. I saw my vision change But i could not feel my head. I tried to lift my hands. Was it hands? I could not see myself. I tried to walk. I moved, yes I moved. But, I felt nothing. Nothing! Was this death? Was this the world that death promised? It is a very painful promise. My vision seemed to clear. It cleared! Making out the the vision that slowly materialising, I noticed, to my horror. A horror that I could never have wanted to see again. A horror that I have turned away for the last year and a half. I saw myself. Myself! My whole self! What I was a mere 2 years ago. So full of life. So full of promise. I was distressed. Then the vision faded, fade, shifted and materialised again. I saw something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be contined. hopefully in the near future ^^ 'Lamun'-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-7583713041991441799?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/7583713041991441799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=7583713041991441799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/7583713041991441799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/7583713041991441799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-forget-yourself.html' title='When You Forget Yourself'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-3950322405111731781</id><published>2009-01-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:01:30.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuTbvwcqrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_Qrz0GUb-MQ/s1600-h/mary_poppins__where_are_you__by_gnato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuTbvwcqrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_Qrz0GUb-MQ/s200/mary_poppins__where_are_you__by_gnato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290484292162202290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i walk and keep on walking. where are you now? i am so alone. i am so afraid. you know that i am afraid of this dark and silent environment. you know that you are my light. but somehow i just cant find you now. where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my steps become faster. i am now running. terrified. i am shivering. this place is cold and empty. you said you will be here. but you are no where to be seen or found. not even a shadow of yours. are you living me here? alone? all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my steps become slower. i am tired. but i have to find you. i need you. you are my life. without you i will die. you are the air that i breath without you i will be suffocating and slowly die. i force each step of mine to search for you. but still... you are not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go any further. my steps have stop. it wont move. i collapsed. my eyes are now running with tears. drop by drop. have i told you without you i will die? slowly my breath gets harder. i am dying, in this cold dark place alone. i close my eyes... reach out my hand... take a deep last breath and whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-3950322405111731781?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/3950322405111731781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=3950322405111731781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3950322405111731781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3950322405111731781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-are-you.html' title='where are you?'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuTbvwcqrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_Qrz0GUb-MQ/s72-c/mary_poppins__where_are_you__by_gnato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-6206409175560887082</id><published>2009-01-12T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:07:23.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Saat kau pejamkan matamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"abang, ayu ada salah. tapi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah, apa tapi-tapi?! awak tu memang ada aja alasan nak bagi." tempik diriku suatu ketika dulu. tidak pernah aku berinya kesempatan untuk menjelaskan sesuatu. tidak pernah ku layan dirinya sebaik-baiknya. aku jadikannya bahan ku lepaskan amarahku. tempat aku baling dan buang segalanya. walaupun tidak pernah ku sentuh dirinya, tapi kata-kataku sudah cukup mengguriskan hatinya. tetapi wanita itu tidak pernah sedikit pun membalas perlakuanku. ada aja cara nya untuk menambat hatiku. dia lah wanita sebaik-baik manusia. yang cukup faham dan sabar dengan ego dan baranku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini wanita ini lemah terbaring, berlumuran darah di hadapanku. perasaan bersalah menyelubungi diri. dosa ku pada dirinya begitu besar. sebelum ini, tidak pernah ku hargai dirinya. tidak pernah ku meluahkan kasih sayangku padanya. meskipun dia tahu, dan aku tahu. namun, aku sepatutnya melakukan lebih dari itu. aku tidak pernah peduli untuk menambat hatinya. aku tahu dia tidak akan kemana. aku cukup kenal dengan diri nya. aku tahu dia akan setia. biar apa pun yang aku lakukan, diri nya masih lagi setia dan menyayangi ku sepenuh hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku cintakan dirinya. seperti mana dia cintai diriku. namun tidak pernah ku ucap walau aku tahu dia begitu mengharapkan ucapan itu. bagiku, cukuplah sekadar dia tahu aku cintakan dirinya. madah itu tidak perlu diucap. itulah ego aku. ego lelaki. untuk meminta maaf jauh sekali aku lakukan. biarpun segala pergaduhan berpunca dariku, akan ku pantulkan kepadanya. tidak pernah aku mengaku kalah. apa aku peduli perasaan nya ketika itu. semuanya aku. entah apa lagi yang aku telah aku lakukan. aku mengucap. terasa bergenang air mataku. perlahan dia menggegam tanganku. satu senyuman diukirkan. aku sedih kerana masih banyak lagi perkara ingin aku sampaikan kepadanya. ingin aku ulang semula masa-masa lalu. ingin aku hargai dirinya. ingin aku ubah sikapku. ingin aku menjadi seorang suami yang membahagiakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perlu ke ucap hari-hari?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perlulah. macam mana kalau esok-esok ayu dah tak bangun lagi. kan nyesal tak ucap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jadi ayu kena la bangun esok esok dan seterusnya sampai abang ucap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"susah sgt ke nak ucap '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;'? ishk, dia ni. degil tau. tak apalah. janji ayu hari-hari ucap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;' sayang. if someday ayu mati, sekurang-kurang nya abang tahu yang ayu hari-hari sayang abang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air mata aku semakin laju. entah kenapa memori datang silih berganti. perasaan bersalah menyelubungi diriku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maafkan abang ayu. maafkan abang. abang sayang ayu. tolong jangan pergi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please, keep hold it on. you are strong&lt;/span&gt;." aku genggam tangannya. keadaannya kritikal. aku sendiri tidak menyangka kemalangan ini akan terjadi. aku jadi tak keruan. aku lihat pergerakan dadanya semakin berombak. "ayu please dont leave me." aku merayu. tidak pernah aku merayu sebegini. tiba nya di hadapan emergency room. aku terpaksa melepaskannya pergi sendiri. sempat aku ucapkan madah yang ayu nantikan selama ini dariku. "Ayu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you. please wake up.&lt;/span&gt;"  dan perlahan genggaman kami terlerai. aku terduduk di situ. menangis teresak-esak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku tatapi gambarnya. pelbagai memori bermain di pikiranku. setiap memori lama sukda duka sering sahaja bermain-main di kotak fikiranku. aku sentuh gambarnya. rindu menusuk kalbu. aku tersenyum mengingati dirinya. perlahan lahan aku lafazkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you so much, ayu&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you too&lt;/span&gt;." terdengar madahku dibalas. aku menoleh. perlahan lahan dia mendekatiku. "Rindu ke?" sindir nya. Aku tersenyum lalu memeluknya erat. Aku bersyukur kerana masih lagi berpeluang bersamanya. masih lagi berpeluang menunjukkan betapa besar cintaku pada dirinya. masih lagi berpeluang menebus kesilapanku. aku tahu ini sesuatu peluang yang amat sukar didapati. kami berdua melabuhkan diri di atas tilam empuk. dia membetulkan kedudukannya. aku masih lagi memeluknya erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidur jom?" ajaknya sambil tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidurlah dulu. Abang nak tengok ayu tidur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ada-ada aja." Dia tergelak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;." satu kucupan aku hadiahkan. dia kelihatan tersipu-sipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you too&lt;/span&gt;." dia memeluk tanganku dan memejamkan matanya. aku ingin menghargai dirinya. aku tidak ingin menyesal andai kata aku kehilangan dirinya satu masa nanti. aku ingin dia tahu aku cinta akan dirinya setiap hari dan saat. aku ingin dia rasa cintaku setiap masa. dan cinta itu harus ditunjuk dan diucap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin kau tahu aku cintakan dirimu di saat kau pejamkan matamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuUFmn9w_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/RIG58hUHuHQ/s1600-h/I_love_you_PERIOD_by_IMustBeDead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuUFmn9w_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/RIG58hUHuHQ/s200/I_love_you_PERIOD_by_IMustBeDead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290485011265209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-6206409175560887082?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/6206409175560887082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=6206409175560887082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/6206409175560887082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/6206409175560887082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2009/01/saat-kau-pejamkan-matamu.html' title='Saat kau pejamkan matamu'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcR0jR1D6xk/SWuUFmn9w_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/RIG58hUHuHQ/s72-c/I_love_you_PERIOD_by_IMustBeDead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-8404745038641764786</id><published>2008-12-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:11:48.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction 2</title><content type='html'>bcoz my gege already intro himself so i guess its my turn so sit back n read~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a gal. hoho. same age wif my gege(brother). actually we r besties since we r still a lil kid. bcoz he is my mom's godson thats why i call him gege(brother) since he born on january 1989. n im on sept 1989. that's make me a few months younger. lol. i love photography n literature stuff. anything that can express my feeling. i like~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name neerey is a combination between my name n my handsome boyfriend name. so i came up with neerey. neesa+sarey = neerey. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a super playful and quite bothersome. seriously. i can be really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love writing stories. but mostly about death. idk why. but i love sad story. im not a good writer. but do plz comment my stories so i can improvise them k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tq very much for dropping by. lots of love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink*~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-8404745038641764786?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/8404745038641764786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=8404745038641764786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8404745038641764786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8404745038641764786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduction-2.html' title='introduction 2'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-8983221272610369349</id><published>2008-12-08T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:58:01.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>AHA!&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the writers have not properly introduced themselves *ehem*.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll leave my lil sis to her own intro. (don want to spoil it) ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm a guy (yes, a guy). i'll be celebrating my graduation from teenage lifehood early next year. Bubbye teens. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Currently taking mechanical engineering and my current ambition is to be a part-time secondary school teacher!&lt;br /&gt;YES, a teacher. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, writing was my hobby when i was 15 to 16. Then I dunno wat happen, it seems that I totally screwed up somewhere, I left writing alone. *Truth to tell, it was STPM, so.... I didn really get the chance to write much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other interests would be books *again, YES! BOOKS*, music, karate, sports, strategy games and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...I guess thats all...&lt;br /&gt;btw, u can contact me at YM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:shinda_yukishiro@yahoo.com"&gt;shinda_yukishiro@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, no, thas not my real name. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE BLOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-8983221272610369349?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/8983221272610369349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=8983221272610369349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8983221272610369349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8983221272610369349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-8895364580904477902</id><published>2008-12-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:57:20.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di luar hujan turun lebat. seolah2 memahami luka di hatiku. air mata yang sejak tadi mengalir deras, tidak ku hiraukan. cukup besar dugaan yang aku terima. aku terduduk di atas sofa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya ALLAH, cukup besar ujian-MU kepada hamba-MU yang lemah ini.&lt;/span&gt; Kakak perlahan-lahan menghampiriku. Aku memeluknya erat. Teresak-esak aku di pelukannya. Ingin saja aku meraung-raung. Kakak cuba memujuk ku. aku melihat safura yang dari tadi asyik bermain bersama saudaranya. hatiku bertambah sebak. air mataku terus gugur membasahi pipi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aku lihat wajahnya pucat. tiada lagi darah mengalir di dalam badan itu. tiada lagi gelak tawa dan sindiran yang akan ku dengar selepas ini. tiada lagi suami tercinta yang setia melayani kerenahku. air mataku mengalir lagi tatkala melihatnya dalam keadaan sebegitu. ingin sahaja aku menerpa dan mengoyakkan kain putih yang menutupi seluruh badannya. ingin sahaja aku menyimpan tubuh itu selamanya. aku mengucap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masya'Allah, apa yang aku fikirkan ini? tidak beragamakah aku?&lt;/span&gt; aku cium wajahnya. sejuk. kucupan terakhir untuknya. Safura juga turut mencium babanya. aku tatapi wajah insan yang ku cintai untuk kali terakhir. wajahnya akan bersemadi di dalam hatiku selamanya. kemalangan itu telah meragut nyawanya dan mengubah kehidupanku selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tidak sedar sudah sembilan hari aku kehilangan arwah. Terasa kosong hidup ini, namun aku kuatkan juga diri ini demi anak kecilku yang tidak mengerti apa-apa. Setiap malam Safura akan bertanya padaku bilakah baba nya akan bangun dari tidur? dan aku hanya mampu membisu. Setiap malam juga Safura akan menjenguk ruang kamarku. Barangkali dia juga merindui arwah seperti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu ni lemah semacam je hari akhir-akhir ini. Kamu pasti kamu tidak ingin ke klinik?Macam sakit je mak tengok kamu ni." tegur ibuku yang telah menemani aku dan Safura semenjak pemergian arwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya ok je mak. Tak ada apa-apa. Mungkin terkejut. Jadi sistem badan pun jadi tak teratur." Aku mengukir kan senyuman. Akhir-akhir ini aku sering loya-loya. Tapi itu sudah menjadi kebiasaanku. Aku sememangnya mempunyai masalah sistem permakanan. Setiap kali aku tertekan pasti aku akan mengalaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak bukan apa. risau je. Kot-kot ada benda lain nanti. Baik kamu pergi periksa. Biar mak bawa kamu ke klinik."Mak masih cuba memujukku. Kasihnya ibu kepada diriku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak perlu lah mak. Saya ok." Aku bingkas bangun. Terasa darah menyerbu ke muka. Pandanganku mula kabur. Kelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hani...bangun Hani." Terdengar satu suara yang cukup kenal memanggilku. Aku menoleh. Mataku menangkap sebentuk tubuh. "Hani, rindukan abang ye?" Dia tersengih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang, Hani rindukan abang sangat. Safura pun sama abang. Abang jangan tinggalkan kami abang." Aku merayu-rayu. Dari jauh dia hanya tersenyum. Bayangannya semakin lama semakin pudar. Aku berlari cuba mendapatkan tubuhnya. Ingin ku dakap dan cium melepaskan rinduku. Namun bayangannya hilang. Aku lantas membuka mata. Aku beristighfar. Terasa tangan kecil memegang erat tanganku. Aku menoleh. Safura berada di sisiku. Wajahnya ketakutan dan matanya sedikit berkaca. Aku usap pipinya lembut. Ibuku duduk di kerusi di sebelah katilku. Aku memandang sekeliling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hani di mana ni mak?" tanyaku kehairanan. setahu aku aku di rumah. di ruang dapur bersama mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hospital." jawab mak ringkas. Masya'Allah. pitam kah aku tadi? "Hani pengsan lepas bangun dari kerusi. Mak terus bawak pergi hospital."Sambungnya lagi. Aku hanya mampu mengukirkan senyuman. Aku tatap wajah Safura. Anak gadis ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Safura menangis ye tadi?"Aku membelai rambutnya. Kasihan pada dirinya. Terasa bersalah kepada dua insan yang menyayangiku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm. Safura takut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takut?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A'ah. Safura takut ibu tidur macam baba. Safura tak nak ibu tidur macam baba." Terangnya. Aku sekali lagi hanya mampu tersenyum. Sebak aku mendengar penerangannya. Mahu sahaja aku menangis lagi. Namun aku tahankan air mata ini. Jangan ditumpahkan di hadapan anak kecil ini. Safura memandangku. Wajahnya yang dari tadi sugul kini kelihatan sedikit bersinar. "Ibu, tadi doktor cakap... Safura nak dapat adik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terkesima. Terasa jantungku terhenti seketika. Aku memandang ibuku. meminta kepastian. Apakah mainan dan gurauan yang Safura katakan. Safura nak dapat adik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doktor kata Hani pregnant. dah sebulan. Hani kena makan dan rehat banyak-banyak. Tekanan darah Hani rendah. Jaga kesihatan Hani dan baby." ujar mak perlahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata aku tidak dapat lagi ku tahan. Antara suka dan duka. Wajah arwah datang menerpa. Aku tidak tahu sama ada aku gembira atau sedih. Gembira kerana dikurniakan zuriat lagi. Sedih kerana arwah tidak sempat merasai kegembiraan ini. Arwah tidak sempat mendengar berita ini. Jikalau arwah ada, pastinya dia gembira. Pasti dia sibuk memikirkan nama anak. Kini dengan siapa ingin aku berkongsi semua nya? dengan siapa? Berlinangan air mataku turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu? ibu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; happy ke? nanti Safura dapat adik. Ibu tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; ke dapat baby?" Safura bertanya penuh tanda ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;sayang. Ibu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;" Safura memeluk aku. Aku kucup pipi nya. Air mata ku masih tidak berhenti. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Allah yang Maha Berkuasa, sesungguhnya KAU tabahkan lah hati ku. kuatkanlah Iman ku. KAU lindungilah aku dan anak-anak ku dalam mengharungi ujianmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabar ye Hani."Terdengar suara ibu memujukku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Abang, Hani rindukan abang..." bisik hati ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************to be continued&lt;br /&gt;bagaimanakah Hani yang baru sahaja kehilangan suami menghadapi semua dugaan ini? dengan berita tentang anak di dalam kandungannya?? jeng jeng jeng ... actually da lost idea. rasa2 nya nk continue mcm mane yek?? wuhuuu...n lg satu. xde idea nk bg tajuk ape. bg Hani n safura xciden?? x besh lak. haha. idk idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by;neerey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-8895364580904477902?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/8895364580904477902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=8895364580904477902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8895364580904477902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/8895364580904477902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-3835985283829287844</id><published>2008-12-07T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:35:11.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh people...</title><content type='html'>oh people,&lt;br /&gt;thou art in strife,&lt;br /&gt;in war, prejudice, bloodshed,&lt;br /&gt;avarice and pride has plagued thee,&lt;br /&gt;art thou still slumbering upon this mortal land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh people,&lt;br /&gt;wouldst thou awaken,&lt;br /&gt;wouldst thou be illumined,&lt;br /&gt;why busy thyself with the things of a fleeting world,&lt;br /&gt;why has thou shut the light of thy soul and blunted it with dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh people,&lt;br /&gt;know the truth of thy lives,&lt;br /&gt;what it behoveth thee to be,&lt;br /&gt;shine with the light of peace,&lt;br /&gt;adorn thyself with justice,&lt;br /&gt;and seek the truth of thy lives,&lt;br /&gt;why art thou still heedless and stubborn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-3835985283829287844?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/3835985283829287844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=3835985283829287844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3835985283829287844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/3835985283829287844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-people.html' title='oh people...'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-83730069600710884</id><published>2008-11-10T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:16:03.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sigh</title><content type='html'>It was empty. A loneliness in itself. The echoes of every syllable of sound, sends an eerie shiver to every nook and corner. The layers of dust have started to torment the once polished tables of oak. The lustre of the marble tiled floors, lost to the stain of dirt and grime. The chandelier, illuminating in its light, now just an ornament to its once vibrant history. Giving light to many folk and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, an emptiness. He heaved a sigh. On his favourite chair, he closes the book that captivated his mind hours ago. He heaps it on his coffee table, already cluttered with other books. Takes a sip from his already cold coffee, bitter, but sweet in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sigh. He looks out the window. The once lively and cared for garden, now at the mercy of weeds and pests. Beyond the wall, bustling with activity. The onrushing wave of people. About their business. Children, on the way to school. They skip in their joy. Vibrant yet painful. A glimpse of the poor and needy, the society’s neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles. A lonely smile. Like them too, he was neglected. By the fate of life itself, thrown into the life of hardship. A life where misery was aloft, always ready to strike. As a child he could not understand. His family, dead, victims of a plague that he was immune, so said the doctors. He watched, his family, fall one by one to the illness. A death overtaken by another. A sadness now ingrained within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was left, alone. With nothing. It was then, he strived, to conquer the challenges. With the words from his mother’s deathbed “Be strong and live, my son”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. He survived. He overcame the forces that could have crushed him when the last breath of his family was extinguished. With endurance, he strove to be the best, not just among the best. Awarded excellence in university, secured a career, then a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his diary. Read its contents, to the last few pages. The last page, dated 44 years ago. When he was 3rd year into his university life. He was then, still struggling. Juggling studies and work. For his future. There he met. A maiden of sorts. A feeling which he could not describe when his eyes beset her. An emotion, that was almost lost forever. They grew close, they cared, the affections between them the envy of everry couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it was not to be. He was shunned, by her parents. For he was poor. A future not confirmed. A sapling, its roots not yet deep within the earth. The girl was taken away, harshly, never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he was here. He has proven himself to the world itself. Perserverd through the challenges that made him human. But, he could not find within himself. Not an inch within his heart did he ever could, or ever would, love the way he did. A memory held him back. The memory of a girl, which brought him near to tears just with a thought. Nothing satiated this sadness. He beared with it. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sigh. Was it death calling? Or was it just another wail of his aching limbs? He slumped once more in his chair. Closed the diary and held it close to his heart. Now, with eye-lids closing, he smiled. A hearty smile. He was at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~YES, I had writers block! ^^ I'm still rusty, havent written for a long time, so bear with it ok ^^~~~&lt;br /&gt;lamun:hopes to write better stories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-83730069600710884?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/83730069600710884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=83730069600710884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/83730069600710884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/83730069600710884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='The Sigh'/><author><name>Lam-dono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-6203372444006520045</id><published>2008-11-09T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:44:32.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short-story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Secret that i keep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I sat there. We just went to a reunion party. I looked at him. We had not talk to each other for a week already. I stared at his eyes. nothing. no reaction. his wall was so high and strong that even I, the person who loves him the most couldn't destroy or take a look whats behind it. he looked at me. eye contact. he smiled. he kissed me softly. easily i forgot everything for a minute. but then he back to himself again. still silent. mute. i was about to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; he did joke around with others back at the party. he talked with others so happily. why can't he just speak normally with me? why can't i bring him happiness? what have i done? i only make him miserable. sad. im so stupid. how could i...how could i make him happy. i was trying to hold the tears. he hate it when i cried. he hate me. he will. sooner or later he will get bored with me. the pathetic me. i just want to make him happy. to be his friend, love, wife and everything. i just want to be the whole. i want him to smile when he's with me. i want to console him when he's down or losing hope. i want to push him and be his strength when he is weakening. i want to help him to get through every problem he had. silent. ignoring me. that's what he do. its hurt. so much its really hurt me. i just want him to be happy. i am stupid. this is my sin. GOD is punishing me. because im too greedy. i want him all to be mine. all of him for myself. that's why i get punished. that's why this is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; "lets go home." he stand up. he walked with me. but im three step back. our hands hold on to each other. he turned around to looked at me and smile. i smile back. "Are you okay?" I nodded slowly. I smiled cheerfully. Fake. What a fake. but it didn't matter. he wont notice it right. he walked and we were in silence again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; "hey, do you remember when i said i will never keep a secret from you. i'm sorry. i lied. i did kept a secret from you. " i looked at him. "The secret that i keep is my feelings. I dont want you to get mad or sad. i hate to see you sad. i hate it when i dont know whats on your mind. whats happening. and everything. but i never told you that. its really okay. its a secret that i keep. im sorry." drop by drop, tears slowly running down my cheeks. he wont notice. my lips were sealed. only my heart did the talking. im monologue. he was three steps in front. we were holding hands. but he didnt notice me. i look at him. but all i could see was only his back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; slowly i wiped my tears. inhale. i need to be strong. i will be. i took three steps forward. even though sometimes i will fall down and cry because of its hurt. but being with him is what i dream for. being with him is where i belong. so if i cried. let me take three steps back but dont let go off the hand. im afraid of losing you. i want to be with you forever. don't go. please stay with me. i can't love without you. i squeeze his hand and said "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; He looked at me. I know what will come out from your mouth. i dont know whether you mean it or not. but i want to believe in it. when you said those words, all of these sorrow will be erase. my life will be fresh again. you smiled and said "I love you too". That's all you have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; a story bout a couple of husband n wife. the husband had a problem but he will kept it as a secret. but the woman loves him so much that he never tell him that he dislike his attitude. he was everything for her. idk y. hoho. love is complicated huh. sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo;niesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-6203372444006520045?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/6203372444006520045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=6203372444006520045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/6203372444006520045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/6203372444006520045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/11/secret-that-i-keep.html' title='Secret that i keep.'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150744494763497549.post-5245121661070494654</id><published>2008-10-24T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:11:20.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart-broken'/><title type='text'>On that rainy night, I was dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I stared and stared. Outside my window, there used to be a fellow. Who will come each night just to wished me goodnight. he was not here today. he will not be here anymore. I was wearing a dress. the most beautiful dress ever. i look pretty that night. dazzling. i wore a necklace along with the dress i just want to look beautiful that night. as pretty as i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i sat there beside the window. kept staring at the road below. i saw a beggar begging. but he was being ignored. he was no big, no old. just a kid who was poor. he look skinny and pale. he must be a ten or eleven perhaps. he was no one, just a beggar. man walked arrogantly, refusing to give him a penny. he looked tired enough. i opened the window. called for him. he turned to me. i throw him a pouch. his expression changed. there was a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the moon was round tonight. it was beautiful. i stared down again. he wont come. wont come again. he was married to someone else. trashing me out from his life forever. it was not his fault. its alright. it was them who forced him. it was them who separate him and i. they were selfish and fools. they are monster. heartless heartless. they eat flesh. they cut the heart down and leave scar to others. they are filthy. they treat others like dirt. i hate them. oh, i hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love was stole once and for all. left me alone. here wondering what my life will be. how can i live how can i live? as they had took him away. my breath, my soul, my mind, my heart. they took him away away. away from me. now and forever he wont belong to me. he was not mine never will. how can it be how can it be. now I'm suffocating. it was getting harder for me to breath. harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked towards the bed. giving up on waiting. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as i laid there. this was where we make love. this was where he slept. this was his. that was his. my body shivered. nothing seemed right. nothing will be right. everything here and there were his. everything. not a single thing left for me. i already gave him all. all of me was his. now i was left with nothing. i wanted to scream. the tears ran down again. no. not tonight. please. wiped it off. wiped it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly i took it out from a drawer. i look at it carefully. then i looked around. one last time. i looked at the moon and smiled. and then i saw raindrops. it was raining that night. i laid down. held it with both of my hand. pointed it out to my heart. i close my eyes. i saw him for the last time. i saw my love for one last time. and on that rainy night, i pulled the trigger. and for one last time, i smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that rainy night, i died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;it's just a dream that i got last nite.but i add up a lil here n there laa.so it just a story k.no biggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo;niesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150744494763497549-5245121661070494654?l=penulisan-hati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/feeds/5245121661070494654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150744494763497549&amp;postID=5245121661070494654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/5245121661070494654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150744494763497549/posts/default/5245121661070494654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penulisan-hati.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-that-rainy-night-i-was-dead.html' title='On that rainy night, I was dead.'/><author><name>Nisa Asbi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUwXgihYjz8/TyDOjZD8OkI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/3ViUAzVsY6o/s220/DSC01556.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
