Me, MYSeLF & i…

"Oh young man, can’t you see,
I’m blind as can be..
Would you be so kind to help,
I need to get across the road you see.."

"I’m sorry old man, I am not at liberty,
To get you across from this street now..
I’m running late to go somewhere,
I’m sorry I have to catch a fair…"

The blind man sat down again,
Waiting for another man to be friend..
To help him across the road,
Safely, to not die like a toad..

Young man got to the city,
Where he met his girl, Bee..
She was furious at him for being late,
So much for being half paste eight..

"I’m sorry for being late, Bee,
I was helping an old blind man cross free..
I hope you’d forgive me,
Not my intention to be late for you, Bee…"

She was astound at his humble action,
If only it was a real reaction..
He smile as if he did helped out,
She instantly stop her pout..

As they were waiting to go in,
He saw a man familiar to begin..
The blind man, he thinks it is definitely,
Shameful, he looks away easily..

Bee look at his strange act,
Something was wrong in that fact..
Then she spotted her father coming by,
She greated him with a "hi"

"Meet my father, my dear,
This is the person I love so dear.."
With an unexpecting turn, he made,
The blind man was with them all at the gate..

He shook his hands sheepishly,
Turning as red cheeks as could be..
How was he to know this was father’s Bee,
Thinking, ‘Hope he doesn’t recognize me..’

With a firm grip he took the blind,
The old man smile and said fine..
Then the old man turn to Bee,
Said this chap didn’t help me…

She looked puzzled, whilst he ashame,
He knew he was to be blame..
Bee left him all alone,
To rot with the slimes at the pavement stones…

Original Creation:
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

Saw a bulletin today,
Kept myself from dismay..
Never knew it is a year already,
since my kidney biopsy…

How do i know it’s that long?
Well, my friend typing a birthday song..
For her handsome child, Shaquille,
An event so real..

On that date she mentioned,
Was the date I was in the hospital..
27th May, he was born to this world,
27th May, I was in the hospital..

It’s been a year since that day,
A year gone by, to my dismay..
Nothing changed majorly yet,
I’m still recovering, that’s my bet..

Although it was somehow sad but true,
That was the year, you prove to be you..
Being in the hospital with so many fears,
You came by making my smile wide to my ears..

Every sad event happen in my life,
There’s always something positive to strive..
Nothing seems bad at all, I see,
Even with my condition, you still love and is there for me..

Take note to all that’s reading,
This is why I am feeding..
On smiles instead of hate,
Being positive is great..

If only each of you could see between the lines,
Your life is not that bad, it’s almost as fine..
Open your eyes and you will see,
What God has given to thee..

Original creation :
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

I wonder why things are rough,
Does life have to be this tough..
I’m sure it’s only me who feels this way,
Very negative day to day…

Stuck with a job I don’t like,
Stuck with people who bite..
Stuck with endless of work i would say,
Stuck with you on mind everday…

How did I get into this mess,
You drag me here, just confess..
You wanted me to feel this way,
So you would appear saving my day..

Day in day out, same old thing,
everyday is just another fling..
Smiling like it didn’t matter,
But i’d wonder on later..

Appearing strong, never weak,
You’d never catch what you seek…
Until the day you confess to me,
Just let me be me…

Original creation :
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali


    I know it’s that time of month where everyone starts
to fumble around and wonder why is it so tough… but is it really
tough or do you make it tough? Think again…

Wonder what I was thinking,
When I saw him winking..
My heart must have skipped a beat,
My body was hot with heat..

He makes me angry most of the time,
Over things he thinks is small crime..
Doesn’t he know why I do this for him,
How I do everythin in grim..

Other guys just don’t effect me, so i think,
It’s only you who makes me sink…
But you will never see me that way,
To you we’re tight as paper and glue, you say..

Friendship not worth risking you tole me,
So i left things to be..
Being so, we never got together,
We never tried that level of forever..

I don’t know why I bother,
You make me angry, sad and stutter..
When I thought I have had enough for now,
You came back pulling me out of frow..

My heart weaks thinking of you,
But I act strong knowing it’s you..
I guess, you’ll never know,
How I care for you to be show..

I hate you most of the time,
but I’m lying actually sometimes..
I wish you could see past this friendship,
In board with me a different ship…

Originally created:
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

A day it turned out to be,
Outing with my friends and me..
Planning nothing special, you see,
We both planned for just coffee…

Raining as heavy as it could be,
Lightning and thunder you can hear and see..
I was sure Mom wouldn’t let me,
Surprisingly she allowed me to be..

Waiting for Kabir to come,
Expected to have some coffee fun..
To OU we went and be,
Hunting for San Fransisco Coffee..

Had some sushi before we sat down,
Turned my frown upside down…
Kabir and I sitting drinking coffee,
Ahh… Life can’t be better than this..

We talked and talked as if it’s been awhile,
When truth comes, it’s not that long while..
He suggested a new phone cover,
I suggested a new place to cover…

Got my new cover for my phone,
Got his thrill for conga tones..
From OU to Ikano we go,
From 4:30pm - 8:30pm, the flow…

New Apple showroom we go,
Music store another step of the toe..
Pet shop biggest in Malaysia you know,
Everything we covered on that fateful evening, you know?

To OU i was dropped back,
TO meet up with some old contacts..
To strenghten old ties,
To make our sweet pies..

Planned on bowling, but hesitated,
Went there, played pool instead..
Two frames was all we had,
Taking turns no bets..

All shy at first hand,
then got bold in the end..
Sri, Ojah, Zuzu and me,
Four girls as clueless as can be..

From 8:30 to 11 pm we hung around,
We part with a happy sound..
To uptown, Sri and the gang,
I was sent home, to tired to follow their end..

Thank you friends for colouring my life today,
Your happiness, wellbeing, i pray..
You helped me alot to make me smile,
The shine is seen for miles..

Now, I’m just filling in the blanks of today,
Sorry, I can’t see you baby…
Funny surprise to meet you Haniff,
It’s nice to see we’re not a stiff..

2 am, now’s the time,
To stop my poem that rhymes..
Good night to all, thank you again,
A colourful day it has end..

Originally created by:
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

Oh bright sun..
It finally begun…
A day of another came,
Made me within frame.

You came by that night,
I was in definite fright..
Dunno what I wanted to say,
Would our relation be different today?

You asked what’s wrong,
Because I kept on having a frown..
My voice wasn’t pleasant to you,
It was because I was angry at you..

Not so much of anger that is there,
just a little flare..
Retaliation to what you did,
That was the whole frown bit..

I know that I am sweet and kind,
I always put up a face, "I’m fine"
But, that day, I can’t be that girl anymore,
My face dropped to the floor..

You insisted to know that night,
I was afraid, we’d just fight..
After all, you were tired,
and gotten a hell day of fire..

I told you everything that night,
We didn’t fight..
You listened intensely to me,
Bit by bit, my anger is free..

You said sorry for what you did,
You finally understood your bit..
You understood what you did wrong,
And made everything turn a happy song..

How lucky I am to have you,
Someone who allowed me to be blue..
For that my baby I’m happy to be with you,
Hopefully you stay the way you do..

Original creation:
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

Looking into the dark night,
How I wish we did fight..
So I won’t feel this down,
With so much frown..

I wanted to tell you how I feel,
I wanted to show that my tears were real..
Somehow, I swallowed them back,
And you never see them, in fact..

Secretly crying on my way to the store,
I just wish I fell on the floor..
I can’t believe you did that in front of me,
And I didn’t even fight back, you see..

I wanted to scream at your face,
You think that thing is yours in the first place..
Think who actually loaned it to you,
It’s me, who’s sitting next to you..

By doing what you did, you made me cry,
It’s as if you don’t appreciate it, sigh..
For all those times it helped you through,
when there’s no other thing that could connect me to you..

I don’t know why I feel so down,
I want to cry, scream, shout and frown..
Never have I left things undone,
Just because we did have fun..

I came home, thinking again,
How the scene replayed in my head..
Always a frown not a smile,
I think it’s best I leave you for awhile…

Originally written by :
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali

Hey you, old friend..
How’s your end?
Feeling better?
With all those rubber…?

Hey you, old friend..
I’m so sorry it end..
I love you more than the rest,
because you have always been the best

Hey you, old friend..
It didn’t have to end..
Somehow your new owner threw you on the table
How sad I was, wishing it was just a fumble..

Hey you, old friend..
I wanted to redeem you back in the end..
I hate the way he treats you
Not the way that I do..

Hey you, old friend..
I’ll get you soon, my dear friend..
When he gets a new phone,
You will come back home..

   
Sometimes, what we feel, unintentionally we let it out into the things
that are not able to feel pain.. But you know, in many ways, I feel the
pain for that thing.. Especially is that thing was actually something I
loaned to a person… I know I’m talking crap.. but I can’t help it…
    Today, I saw my thing being hentak kat meja.. Yet again..
intentionally out of anger or geram.. who knows… I was a little sad
by it… I know he didn’t mean to… But, did he really have to..? All
I said was that I don’t feel right bout him using the other phone.. A
phone that he found somewhere…
    I was raised not to take back things that does not belong to me..
Call me foolish or selfish.. But I just can’t do it… You know I have
found so much ringgit lying on the ground.. Not syillings.. ringgit..
but I don’t pick them up to use them.. but I pick them up and give it
to someone of the authority.. It just doesn’t feel right… I don’t
care if the authority uses the money and not do their duty.. But, I
just can’t use it sebab scared of the injustice I’ve done to the real
owner that lost the money..
    Same goes for those other things as well.. I just cannot stand the
fact that my things get lost.. If they’re lost or misplaced or stolen,
I’d be so angry of it… I’d sometimes curse whoever finds it…
Wouldn’t it be bad for that person who is currently using the phone..
either by genuine not knowing or stealing it…? Even if a person won’t
curse the one who finds it, the real owner would always feel sad for
the lost..
    I guess, in many ways.. I would always think of the consequenses…
what would happen if I actually use the money or things that I found…
whether in this world or in the Hereafter… Even if terlepas kat
dunia, I’m sure there’s gonna be other judgement in the Hereafter…
kan? well… I might get some no for this.. the term finder’s keepers, looser weepers would be there… But I don’t feel right..
    How different can we be of this matter? I know you dah tak tahan
pakai handphone buruk I tuh.. It’s not that I don’t want you to change
handphone.. I know you were happy with what you found… But I can’t be
happy for you.. I just can’t pretend to be happy…
    I’m even sadder that you hempas my old friend… I know it doesn’t
have feelings.. but I do… If tak suka sangat, dah tak tahan.. go get
a temporary better phone.. or don’t use one at all.. ntahlaa, i’m just
upset at what you did.. RASA MACAM NAK BALIK JALAN KAKI TADI… nasib
baik Sarah tak buat macam tuh… Kalau sarah ikut perasaan, I would
just walk out of 7-Elevan, and walk back home… Menitis air mataku ke
pipi melihat barangku diperlaku begitu…. sentimental value it is to
me…

*sigh*

xoxo
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali
~transmission 1:20am 25042005~

Dear journal..
    Yesterday was a blast.. had a nice time with my daughter, Miss Pugut… I hope she enjoyed my company as much as I did…

    You know what…. this is my third attempt to blog.. apparently, I
kept on pushing the wrong keys… Everytime it’s suppose to save and
publish, it’ll just go blank and I have to restart.. Normally, I’d copy
the whole thing back.. But somehow, I was distracted with a phone
call…

    Well, let me re-blog again what I typed… I was just typing how
much I had enjoyed the movie of Guess Who… with my darling
girlfriend… and I was happy that I met up with Haroon.. It seems that
he would not be taking sem 1 in UiA because of the fact that he is
working now… He’ll resume in sem2 … which is a great consolation
for me because I would probably see him in my classes…
    Had a great time being teased by Haroon.. in fact, i know that he
does it because he loves me.. I love him too… He’s a great guy to be
with… I really like his company… Onei was there too.. He wanted
some Roti Boy from OU.. So i invited him over Secret Recipe to join us
all…

    After the whole outing and susquent outing being cancelled, my man
came over to hang out with me….. It was so much fun.. we watched and
enjoyed Panic Room.. and subsequently enjoyed the match of Crystal Palace v. Liverpool… Which btw, Liverpool, LOST!!! 1-0 to Palace! hahahah.. take that Shahrul… kacau aku lagi.. hahahhaha…
   
    Now, I’m just gonna hang around and chat with my friends or play
some games online… other than that… maybe I’ll do something
productive whilst waiting for Shahril to come back.. I miss him ever so
much….

Later..

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xoxo
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali
~transmission ends 4:10pm 24042005~

Dear journal,
    Yesterday was a hectic day… I had a great time with the hospital
visit.. Despite what I said to a dear friend of mine.. I realize that
yesterday’s visit was the best ever I have gone to…. Basically
because of the fact that I had been attended with the ever cute Dr. Halim….
Awww… I know he is married and I am someone’s girl.. But I can’t stop
thinking how cute he is… I know that I’m not the only one who is
smitten with his presence… I’m so glad he was theone who was
attending to me instead of all the other doctors.. Not to say they’re
bad.. Just, not in the mood to be ridiculed by other doctors.. With Dr.
Halim.. It was simply easy and simple…

    After that.. we had lunch.. well, it was more of a dessert thingy
rather than real lunch… Had a set of really great dessert… and I
couldn’t help being soooooo happy and high after that… Whilst I was
having that lunch thingy, there was this really cute guy I was eyeing
on from the hospital’s pharmacy… I know that he noticed me before…
And I noticed that he was wearing a ring on the wedding finger.. Well,
either he is married or engaged… but either way, he did a little eye
winking thingy with me.. ahaa.. that was during the time mom was
getting food for my sister… I was so flushed, but as usual, i acted
cool and smiled.. It’s not polite not to smile…
    After all, he was the guy I would always get my Fosamax
medication… and owh darn.. he is cute… rather shorter than I.. but
cute.. and probably taken.. But hey, a little flirting won’t hurt,
would it..

    As we got back home, mom insisted to get me a new pair of slippers
or shoes… My current pink ones are giving me so much hassle to my
feet.. I kept getting twisted ankle feel…So, I did get a pair of new
slippers to walk around… They’re almost like sandles, but a better
version…It was not that costly, but I was thinking of the money that
we can use to buy food with it… Sigh… the groceries that we can buy
with that amount spent on my shoes.. But my mom insisted as she
couldn’t stand looking at the way I am having ankle problems..
    Today, Shahril came back slightly earlier than usual… The reason
being, he was not feeling that well. He came by my house and we watched
the whole Daredevil movie and parts of Elektra.. Then, he got tired of
the movies.. We had a little look-see with pictures.. then, we watched
Astro.. Had to watch Looney Tunes the movie.. and well, it was quite
looney… He stayed on til night came… But, it was rather surprising
to have a surprise visit from his cousin at 10pm…
    I know my man was already tired.. but nevertheless, we entertained
them… by 11pm, his cousin’s wife, Nida, got the message that
Shahril’s tired.. and as they were leaving, they invited us over their
house… But, the catch is we have to call first… so that they can
prepare something to eat…
    That’s the point I DON’T get… I know they are related to my man..
But, it’s not fair that they can just drop by over to my house and see
me whilst if we wanted to go over their house, we’d have to go and call
them first… It’s just not fair to me… Like my mom, I hate those
type of people.. well, not entirely hate… but I just don’t like that
attitude.. you can drop by anytime, but we have to call first to go to
your house.. It’s as if assuming that we are ALWAYS home… I hate
that! Macamla I don’t have a life outside.. I really hate that….

Got to go.. I need to chat with people to get rid of this energy…
plus, my girlfriend who just called me up with her problem… Got to
console her..

xoxo
Puteri Nur Sarah binti Kambali
~transmission ends 01:35am 23042005~