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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Yasin...and Me


Its full moon now, I can see its written a whole of my life story there. I see the dark night in my 17th day in New Year, shining with one or two stars above. The peacefulness, how quiet I can only hear my thoughts murmurs under realities I have been through. It bites.

How I hurt people when I didn't mean that. Karma always followed after. How the people I loved walk away from me, and how a trust so strong just vanished as if it never meant to be. Beautiful tales, ugly chronicles, sorrow, pain and cold happiness jump in my life one right after the other.
Count your blessings instead of sheeps that's what people said to me. Yes, I do admire how life gave me wondrous coincidences that always happen and I believe it was something destined to be. The state of emergency is where I want to be.
.......friends with their laughter and enemies with their lies that make me realize how life is just one package of drama, reality, a bold and strong feeling called truth. Just how people manage to make it as attractive or hideous as they want it to be.
....Oughhhh i still can't forget him, my friend Yasin...his smile always appear in my eyes. How could i accept this things? 1st january, i sent him a message to say "hai, how are you. Happy new year i hope all the joy,succes and happiness for your life.." then 2 hours later, his number on my phone replyed me," djaya, it is wisty,(yasin's girlfriend). Yasin got a accident last evening (31 december 2006), and he died in the road. please forgive him if he did any mistake....."

Life is too short. ...
where is he right now? can he forgive my fault that i have done? the tears are not enough to describe how i lost him. our memories in life: we eat together, we watching movie together, we share, we laugh..." could i repeat all of these?

Its full moon now, I can see its written a whole of our life story there...

Friend, we won't forget you....

posted by djaya @ Thursday, January 18, 2007 Comments: 0