New Chapter

Its that time of year again, where i realise i have absolutely nothing to do, so i have to either go look for a job, or get down to serious Ilyas-ing. Im basically happy with the first chapter, but i absolutely hate the damn prologue! the beginning is weak, and i think i have to re-write.. like a friend of mine said it " doesnt catch onto the mind" so i will try to put hooks on it..

Anyway, things are back to its lonely best( haha) tho this time i think its really gonna be permanent. Its amazing really. U tell a girl ur falling for her and the next thing you know, your out on the streets. Weird. And i meant it too. I wonder why its easier to be with a girl whom youve lied to about this? Saying I love you in a fake way. hmm..

Funny story. Was in malaysia the other day, and i was talking about my play to my parents while Taha was asleep beside me. My mum asked if Yihan was 'lembut' (ie: fagoty) but i said no, hes more the innocent, cute, naive type. So we procedded on, and suddenly i thought of asking my mum her thoughts of Sarah, and her side splitting act(Marrriiiaaannn!!!) and then my mum cut me off as i did an imitation of that "MARRIIAANNN!" voice...

MUM: That Marian is a daughter of a Eurasian rite?

Me:(dumbfunded) err no mum. Her grandad's a Baba.

Mum: OH! No wonder she looks chineses, but her diction is superb.

ME:(trying to change the subject) WOW! look at that prata shop! Nice colours!

Mum: So what's her name?

Me:(no way out) Nazatul Syima.

Mum: Such a nice name. So arabic. But then, she (mimes a V{for vendetta} and mimes smoking a cigarette) hisap rokok (add smoking sound effects) like what only!

Exit Mum.
Cue Head banging against glass window.
End Scene.

What only siah. Why do people all ard me insist on talking about her when im accpeting defeat and moving on? I mean, two times rejected must mean something right? A good fren of mine, Zulhakim asked me, " So have you given up the fight yet?"

I shrug. My reply was simple. " I havent. But im not going to do anything about it. If God means it to happen, it will. We may choose, but its up to HIM to confirm things. So i wait. Terserah as the malay's would say. And pray."

If that answer was cheesy, i beg to differ. I believe in it heartily. I mean, if i can have these moments of othr-people-talking-about-her-syndrome, i bet she has the same thing going on, right? One can only hope.

I will return to ilyas soon. Now, its time for some gym.

Chao ancho!