Love Yourself

Hey, guys....   I think I don't have time to update my blog now.. Why?? Yes!!! It's because.. PT3 is coming!!!! Oh no!! As a form 3 student in Malaysia, now I have to begin my report... or journal... or whatever is it, I'm now having my PT3... Arggh, it's so.... umm, I don't know.    In this month, I have to work out on my Geography's report.. And the next month, it's time for History. Then, the next next month, It's Bahasa Malaysia and English orals. And the climax is... it's PT3 writing examination in October! Oohh...it really gives me a headache..   Hmm...ehhh?? I forgot to tell you. PT3 is Pentaksiran Tingkatan 3! Hoho... So, I'm going to be busy from now on, and I have to put this blog-writing aside. Huhu...   Emm, I have nothing to talk anymore! If I have time, I'll be updating my lovely blog. So, pray for me in facing PT3 ya!!! Ok, bye-bye!! Love you all so much! <3 huhu.. ;( Sincerely, Miss PT3

Hello, guys!!! Today, I'm not updating any story cause I realise, if I keep posting stories, you will get bored, right? So it's been a long time since I wrote about myself. Let me tell you about something. And that is..... 'M'.   What is M for? Moon? Maggi?? Miley cyrus???  No, no and no! Wrong answers...    Actually this 'M' is for the letter M on my keyboard! Haha! I want to tell you about this. Unfortunately, M letter is in bad condition. Why?? Because I have to press hard whenever I want to use letter M. So hard that I get sick about it. Huhu... How can I repair it?? Hmmm....... I don't know. It's like I'm going to use this broken M letter until I get new laptop. So sad...   That's all I want to say today! I have no idea anyway.. So, see you soon!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM # it's hard whenever I press it... urgghhh

  "Happy?"   "Yes, happy.. a feeling that we feel joy with it." He smiles, imagining the feeling.   "Actually I don't know what's happy. I was happy but I'm not happy."   "Why?" he asks gently.   " You know, when I was 11, all of my dreams were destroyed. That's when my mother died. She left me in loneliness, cause Dad always busy with his work.." I look deep to the front, trying to flashback all the memories. Jonathan just keep quiet, waiting for me to continue.   "The next year, Dad found his new beloved wife. And then that kid," I point at Joshua "was born. And that's why I changed my perception of Dad. He never cares of me like he's forgetting that he has a daughter here. Am I useless??" Tears are drowning my eyes.   "No, but.."   "But what?? He never asks me what I like and what I don't. He knows nothing about me.What he only cares are Stacy and Joshua! And what

  I wake up from my bad dream. Haa.. it's such a scary nightmare. In that dream, I fell from a mountain at a desert in a deep night. My hand was hanging at the mountain's side, hoping that I won't fall onto the ground. But suddenly, someone tried to rescue me, reaching my hand. But at that juncture, I slipped his hand and fell down. That's when I realise into the real world.   Hurmm..where is him? I see the room's door opened wide, showing that there's no one inside. Then I hear some voices from outside. It's Jonathan! And Joshua... they are playing happily like a close siblings. Neither I had play joyfully like that with Joshua. But seeing them, I'm a bit jealous. Yes, I never play with Joshua, my own stepbrother as I always follow my pride and ego. So I isolate him, like he's never alive in this world.. in my world.   Suddenly, my eyes meet with Jonathan's hazel eyes. He grins.   "Hey Marya! Come and play with us."he invites sincer

  "Take this." I give him Dad's shirt. It's better from wearing his wet black jacket. I walk out from the room. Finally, he can stay here after I deal with my father. At first, he didn't give permission but after I lied that his parents are out of the country, well... he agreed. But with a promise that he would stay only for two days, then.. get out. Okay, deal.   The clock smiles. It's 10.10 p.m. now. I wonder what the young guy is doing right now. So I knock on his door. Moreover, I have something to ask him. Something I must know.   "Can I ask you something?" I ask him when he opens the door. He smiles and nod.   "Sure, come in."   "So... what's your name? Where do you come from? I've never saw you before. You aren't from this neighborhood, right?" Number of questions come out from my mouth. He just smiles.   "Ehmm.. my name is Jo.."   "Jo?"   "Jonathan, but you can call me Joe. I com

  "Marya??"   I am surprised. The young man surprisingly call my name just after his eyes were opened. How? How did he know my name?   "Who are you? Did you know me?" I ask him. He just press his head with his right hand, like having a dizzy.   "What year is this?" he asks me back. What? Who is him to ask me like that? Doesn't he knows? Where is he living all this time? Cave? Jungle?   "2015." I answer.   "2013? So, I got back...." He murmurs something.Something that I can't hear clearly.   "Really?? And you are 17 years old??" Again he shocked me with his hands grabbing my shoulders. Quickly I push his hands off.   "Who are you and how did you know me?? My name, my age. What else did you know?? Are you a stalker??" I can't control my emotion anymore. Everything is thrown out.   "Marya?" I turn back. Dad.. they are back.Every eyes are on me suspiciously.   "Who is that? Yo

Sometime, our fate is completely against our wish. But actually, it's the best for us. So, don't try to change or else, it .will become worse than ever. VERSE 1: HOPE OF LIFE   I am sitting alone, watching cartoon in the living room. Dad and Mom -actually, STEPMOM- went out shopping at the emporium with their beloved son, Joshua - the 5 years old boy. After he was born, he became Dad's golden son. And I? Yes... I was abandoned. That was half decade ago. And now? It's still the same. It's so not fair, right? Urgghhh... I'm just lazy to think about it anymore. Who cares???   BANGG!!!!!   I am shocked. Woah, what was that? Did something fell onto the roof? I look out the window. The dark clouds looked ominous like it's going to rain anytime. Thunders and lightnings are fighting with each other. I'm so scared. Suddenly, the rain pours down heavily. So heavy that I might not hear the sound at the door.   KNOCK! KNOCK!   Who is that? Who wou