Yesterday morning was chilly. Cold. And so did my heart. Stuck in the gloomy atmospehere. I was fasting. I had a fever, and still having it. I wasnt that loud girl you used to know. I was silent like probably 90% out of 24 hours.
Recess. I had a heart to heart conversation with my best friends but I didnt speak up. I didnt bare my own heart like I used to. I felt like it is pointless for the things in my chest to be spoken. I just dont seem to know what I really want at this moment.
Afternoon. It was piping hot. I attended a sports thingy held at the school's field. I wore the school's yellow long sleeved tee, black pants with blue and white lines, PETRONAS's Puma Inspired jogging shoes *I think and oh yeah, tudung sekolah. Macam ada orang kesah je kan haha. At first I thought I was just going to sit there and support the peeps. But then I tried throwing bullets thingy and I got 2 marks. I thought I'll get 1. Heh, still not impressing.
So then me and Maiy were thinking of not to run for the 100 metre running event. Hm but we felt pity our team, rumah kuning so we runned our asses away. We left Amira Izzlyn and Dina Fariha. Sorry girls. My competitors were Maiy, Fatin, Jasmine, errr who else ek. I cant recall. So I was number 3 or 4 and Maiy was the champion.
Hm then we went loitering on the floor at the foyer. Sofia and Maiy were busy with their new friggintasting phones. Zetty and Taty were chitchatting. People were around me. But I felt so alone. Its like I dont even existed there, on that particular moment. My mind was wandering along with the songs I listened on my already gaga phone. Hmph yeah, I suck a lot.
Then we went out. I waited for my ma, Sofia and the others waited for hers. I was there. At the crowded place and yet, I was all alone. Sofia and the others got back home. Ma fetched me late. I was still alone. Sitting there. All my life, I have never felt that way. I was lost in my own thoughts, without realizing, tears were running down on my cheeks. I know some may be staring. I wiped it all away and eventually, of course, I went back home.
At night, things got better as I texted 3 guys in one time. Raja, Hazwan and Izzul. Hm I cant recall the bloody long conversations. My heart was burning, for the phone in picture above was and still going gaga. And it drives me gaga, too, you know. Now call me Addy Gaga. LOL. But hey, at least it made me happy. At least I can still text despite the screen was msfnkdghdfbcd-ing. And I got my dad's lame phone. Well who cares. I am trying to be grateful here.
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