Painted Dream I8I

I was freaking busy at that time since the end of the semester was imminent. You on the other hand were occupied with your drama staging. 

We kept in touch with each other but yet failed to block a date and plunge ourselves into a perfect and romantically delusional first date. You asked tho, constantly but I kept denying. I had pictured our first date and had devised a perfect first date with you hence the persistent refusal. 

I was at war with my inner self not to comply and bow down to your invitation of going out. I was truthfully in desperate craving to meet you but at the same time, I was afraid. I fear of rejections. This fickle heart of mine was in a state of confusion. Unable to decide and be prepared of the consequences of the date. Well you see, I'd had terrible experiences when it came to first blind date. 

but it wasn't a blind date, you guys met the other day during the workshop remember?

the heart whispered. 

If you weren't interested at the first place, we would not be where we are now, wouldn't we? 

I thought, trying to cajole the sulking heart of mine. 

p.s. were you interested in me Sayang? 

[Aku Orang Halus 31]

Menangis lagi,

aku penat sayang,

penat mahu selamatkan keadaaan,

penat mahu mengalah,

Aku tahu kau rimas,

Sebab tiap kali aku message

kau jarang balas,

Kenapa?

Bagaimana 

kau hebat sekali memberi reaksi

seakan kita tidak pernah berkongsi

masa hadapan dan mimpi? 

p.s. Kau tahu semalam masa kita lunch, aku teringat kenapa aku jatuh cinta sama kamu bila aku tengok kau gembira. 

Painted Dream I7I

If I said I'm all yours, what do you want to do with me?

I don't want your body, I want all of you to be mine. 

p.s. This has led to more serious flirting. 

[Aku Orang Halus 30]

Kamu mahu tahu sesuatu?

Hati aku rindu kamu

Tapi kenapa tidak kamu

sahut panggilan itu?

p.s. tiada kata-kata mampu aku tulis. I'm lost for words.

Painted Dream l6l

I'm the type of guy who falls in love rather easily at times. Even the most trivial acts would leave me smitten, gasping for air to breathe. 

A glimpse of those whom I fancy, I'd turn reddish in an instant. I too like to be noticed. So let say if I like this particular person I met at a random restaurant, I would try my best to get noticed. I fight to the last drop of my blood. Usually it doesn't take much time as I'm  a tad quirky. This applies to my fashion sense and my behaviour hence given me a strong reinforcement to triumph at the battle field of the oblivious. Often, I succeed in making my presence noticed via the art of the eyes. If you get what I mean. 


It was proven when I made a fool out of myself for you to notice me. 


Nevertheless, as eccentric and quirky I am, nothing beats the extra ordinary phase I go through every time I fall in love with someone. I usually and unconsciously would imagine making love with that person. Often, the result is stupendously mind-blowing. It usually goes like this. The person I fall in love with would be segregated into 2 types.


First is the one that I care so much I just couldn't imagine making love with because I fear of hurting the person. This crass idea sprang out of nowhere. My previous ex-es usually fall into this category. 


The second one is a person I can actually see myself making love or having sex with. This however depicts that it is mostly just lust and desire and crushes are the ones that fit into this category. For instances Milla Jovovich and Taylor Lautner. Yeap I've indeed imagined making love with both figures. 


Now, you may wonder what category or type does Sayang fall into? 
Sayang, miraculously falls in between and yes Sayang is and was the only person that has/had ever resided the place. 


p.s. I just really hope that Sayang too will be that only person. 

Painted Dream l5l

I was, at the moment, in my trials of letting go of someone when I met you and fall hard, head over heels. 

I know up-front that this feeling was just trivial, I craved for someone to channel my overwhelming affection and you emerged out of the crystal blue sky at the right time. I thought it was the right time. People would call this a rebound. 

You were flirting, we were flirting with each other. Sweet talk and trying to be adorably cute and all. The weird thing was that the feeling I harbored for you was nothing usual. It was outlandishly absurd. It's like falling in love for the first time. I giggled and blushed reading your texts. I waited anxiously for you to reply my messages. It was surreal, the feeling. We wished each other good morning and good night, we virtually blew our kisses and I was certain that we were an item. I was hooked, like a fish ceaselessly and effortless lured by the bait. 

Good night darling, I want you to be with me when I open my eyes tomorrow morning.

Ok sayang, I promise. 

I was beyond content. You could see it in my eyes, they glittered just like diamonds under the shiny sun. 

p.s. Do you remember sayang?

Painted Dream I4I

Hey guys, thanks for coming to the workshop. We appreciate it and hope you had fun. 

Oh good for you. 

Errmm what do you mean?

Hello, you're texting the wrong number. Ok bye. 

Eh I do? this is **** right? Arshad lah nie. 

Oh eh sorry hehe hye Arshad :)

If you remember, I said I texted on behalf of my friends to thank all of you for coming and I had to text all of the group members. 

Well frankly, I bluffed. 

I just needed a reason to text you and I fictitiously created the reason. 

It was in the month of Raya and I had a couple of open houses to attend. You, on the other hand, were staying in a hostel which was just a stone throw away from my residential area. My hand phone was snugged in my hand all the time that day as we were texting each other and were getting to poke our noses at each other's business. We were mainly at the stage of getting to know ourselves. 

So tengah buat apa nie? 

Bosan, tade orang kat umah. 

I thought we were trying to be cute and all. How hilarious. My friends were started to having qualms at my quirky and out of ordinary attitudes that day. I was smitten and it read all over my face. I smirked looking at my handphone, hopped in gusto at times and my face was beaming. The feeling was just inexplicable and no words could actually portray it. I, on that day, utterly fell for you. 

p.s. You have no idea Sayang, you have not a slightest idea.