Friday, April 11, 2014


Mungkin kerana berbeza itulah, dua jiwa dapat bahagia bersama. Kerana mereka berbeza, dan saling melengkapi.

Kerana satu jiwa itu, riang sifatnya. Ceria rasanya. Menerangi waktu-waktu kelam.
Dan satu jiwa itu pula, tenangnya sentiasa. Memberi keredupan di waktu silau.

Mungkin kerana beza itulah, mereka selesa bersama. Bagai dua jiwa yang terpisah, namun bersatu semula dan lengkaplah ia.

Make yourself happy, because no one else intends to do so.

Thursday, December 19, 2013


It may seem insignificant, but when I found out he was literally the first person to wish me on my birthday contrary to my belief that he had forgotten, a huge burden was lifted off me.

What has happened to me? Is he all that I think about? Honestly, yes.

Thank you to all that had wished me for my birthday. Thank you thank you thank you!

22, and older.

Saturday, December 14, 2013


It's after twelve, and it's my 22nd birthday, and I am secluding myself. 

Truth to be told, I was hoping that he would remember and would be the first person to wish me. Honestly. 

He did remember yesterday, but I don't know. Now I sound like one of those annoying girls, and he's not even my boyfriend. Gosh. Is this what 22 means? I am so ready to move on to 23. 

Happy 22nd birthday Aimi Nasruddin. Do what's best for you, and what makes you happy. Everything else can go fuck themselves.

Sunday, December 8, 2013


So I'm turning 22 in exactly six days (so now I can really sing to this song), and the only thing I am thinking of is fuck, I can't celebrate it with that one person because he's not around.

It's not like it's a confirmed thing that we would be celebrating it together if he's around since he is still completely oblivious about the fact that I am head over heels about him, but the fact that there are not even a slight possibility that he could be there to celebrate it with me makes everything else seems irrelevant at this point.

I is sad.

When I was 20. I may be older now, but not necessarily wiser.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Who are you to be angry?
Who are you to be sad?
Who are you to care?
Who are you to do or feel anything about that one person?

All this while, it's just in your head. Nothing else. And the only person who can help you get through this is you. Not him, not anyone else.

Friday, November 29, 2013


"I love you so much it hurts."

Once, I thought this particular phrase is an exaggeration. Who could be hurt by loving someone? How could you be hurt by loving someone?

I thought, once, that I had loved someone so hard there was no one else.

Boy was I wrong.

I love so hard that not a single moment, his face is off my mind.

I used to like you for your physical appearance. But when you loosen up yourself, and you let people in, you are a quirky, interesting, beautiful soul that just makes people love you for the way that you are. This is when I have fall for you.

Falling for you was not an option. It was natural. It was what it was, it was meant to be.

But I know, we are not meant to be. It hurts. It hurts to know that not for a moment would you be with me. The only way to describe this is I love you so much it hurts.

I know that you respect me too much to shunt me away, but thank you. Thank you for not backing away even when you knew. Thank you so much.

I am big. I am bald. I am strong.