It's been three years since that day..
That sinful day, my biggest mistake, my nightmare..
5 life, almost gone just like that,
Still 'member it like it was yesterday..
It still haunts me whenever November is coming..
Even when my birth certificate date is on November, simply couldn't get myself to celebrate it.
The worry I brought to my family n friends..
The shame I brought to myself..
I need a better word..
There's just no words to describe them..
Forgiveness, I just don't deserve it, even when I was given the chance to live for a second time..
The guilt, the sorrow, the pain..
It just won't fade..
It'll remain, forever..
Deep down in my heart..
All I can do, is to live.. To reminisce it, let it be my fuel to fight.. To repay my friends deeds, and most importantly, my family..
God.. from the bottom of my heart, with sincerity, I pray..
Bless the family with happiness, protect them from all harms..
Sincerely,
Sinful.man..
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Fateful Encounter
It was midnight, when it all begun;
I was grabbing some drinks in a local bar, alone, broken.
I was sipping the last drop of the liquor, and surprisingly I haven't lost my consciousness which I should.
Everything just seems empty, I was surrounded by lotsa folks drinking, flirting and most importantly having fun. Nothing seems to really catch my attention until it happened.
'Hey, sweetie, come here and have fun with us. You will have a great great time.' said a half-conscious punk. He was 6 feet tall, with muscular body covered with tattoos of skull-like along his strong arms. He had a piercings along both of his ears, and face. He grabbed the girl's hand and won't let go. In that table, sat two of the punk's friends. One is big, fat, black and seems strong like a bear; While the other is skinny, still muscular though, with a scar in his face. The scar that can only be made with a sharp objects. It seems that the girl is in trouble, and no one, not even a soul in that bar, attend to the matter. The girl is indeed a chick with body that is so perfect, so perfect that it occurs to me that such body can only be seen in TV shows. Without a second thought, I deduct that she is a model or something.
The girl was struggling to escape from the grip of that punk. As she was struggling, a man, finally, I saw a kind souls, a gents, got into the conversation and not more than a second, the intensity can be felt in the whole bar. The man was pushed back and punched by that punk. The other two guys join in the bully. As they are busy dealing with the man, the girl come to my seats. The punks saw it and confronted me. ''suupp, dude, who dya think you are, stealing my girl away?' I was speechless, I barely know that girl. 'Err, no, no, no. . .' As I was trying to come up with something,the girl responded 'He is my man.'
What? I am her man?
What on earth is she talking about?
Who the hell is she?
Why would she say that?
I was caught in a confusion, I barely know that girl, and now, I am the one who is caught up in this mess. Oh, god, what should I do? I'm gonna end up like the man, beaten up, broken. What a luck!!
I was grabbing some drinks in a local bar, alone, broken.
I was sipping the last drop of the liquor, and surprisingly I haven't lost my consciousness which I should.
Everything just seems empty, I was surrounded by lotsa folks drinking, flirting and most importantly having fun. Nothing seems to really catch my attention until it happened.
'Hey, sweetie, come here and have fun with us. You will have a great great time.' said a half-conscious punk. He was 6 feet tall, with muscular body covered with tattoos of skull-like along his strong arms. He had a piercings along both of his ears, and face. He grabbed the girl's hand and won't let go. In that table, sat two of the punk's friends. One is big, fat, black and seems strong like a bear; While the other is skinny, still muscular though, with a scar in his face. The scar that can only be made with a sharp objects. It seems that the girl is in trouble, and no one, not even a soul in that bar, attend to the matter. The girl is indeed a chick with body that is so perfect, so perfect that it occurs to me that such body can only be seen in TV shows. Without a second thought, I deduct that she is a model or something.
The girl was struggling to escape from the grip of that punk. As she was struggling, a man, finally, I saw a kind souls, a gents, got into the conversation and not more than a second, the intensity can be felt in the whole bar. The man was pushed back and punched by that punk. The other two guys join in the bully. As they are busy dealing with the man, the girl come to my seats. The punks saw it and confronted me. ''suupp, dude, who dya think you are, stealing my girl away?' I was speechless, I barely know that girl. 'Err, no, no, no. . .' As I was trying to come up with something,the girl responded 'He is my man.'
What? I am her man?
What on earth is she talking about?
Who the hell is she?
Why would she say that?
I was caught in a confusion, I barely know that girl, and now, I am the one who is caught up in this mess. Oh, god, what should I do? I'm gonna end up like the man, beaten up, broken. What a luck!!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
A New Beginning
Hola,
It's been ages eh?
Been busy with lotsa stuff, school, additional exam.. or should I say, I'm too down to write..
Life's been good..
Finally found those guys and girls that makes my day, all the time..
One word to describe it 'Awesome'
It never crossed my mind that my life here can be this cool and fun..
Guess I am really lucky to know them..
I guess it's over.. the fever, the numbness, the dark days are finally over, though, I dare not say that it is gone entirely. All I can say is I'm done with it.. It's time to start afresh, to a new chapter..
Been thinking to change my blog to some short stories.. For someone who is not really good with words, that may seems too much.. But, I'll give it a try.. After all, it won't kill me.. Hope everyone can support me.. :)
Stay tuned..
Sincerely,
Broken man.
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