tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74415193801571637942024-03-05T16:36:41.313+08:00sunshine and raindrops!Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.comBlogger383125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-58600817613385822122016-07-18T21:15:00.000+08:002016-07-18T21:15:50.531+08:00Time.
"What if it was only us in the equation?" I asked, desperately. He was a piece of cloth I've always been clinging to - once of brilliant red; now just of a dusty hue.
"Darling," he started, as I saw the faint lines of frowns on his forehead. His hand running through his hair, like all the times he felt troubled. This one word was how he bind me. It could mean only one thing, yet we Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-78206602103404694972015-10-24T22:59:00.000+08:002015-10-24T22:59:35.260+08:00Black Cats
Don't you just wonder how cats can evade the biggest catastrophes because of their good sense of reflex?
I liked that. So I made a wish. I want to have a cat's reflex, if not better.
A few weeks later, a guy confessed to me. I turned him down straight away without knowing why, but I'm pretty sure it's just a reflex.
Last June, the guy passed away. His car collided with a truck.
Now Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-82021148387362639202015-07-01T03:34:00.002+08:002015-07-01T03:34:18.472+08:00The Difficult Part
"Jane," he called.
Peter's wife slowly turned her head towards her husband. Peter could feel Jane's feelings; like getting weak on the knees at the sound of someone you hold dear calling your name. Her bright, green eyes, meeting his dark browns.
Damn. Whatever this little shockwave I'm feeling in my chest, I hope you could feel it too, Jane, Peter thought.
"Hmm?" said she. Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-43328477277376816122015-06-20T01:03:00.000+08:002015-06-20T01:07:05.876+08:00The Fool's Whirlpool
Scream as you will and he’ll hug you tighter,
filling your lungs with warm specks of glacier.
Struggle as you want but you can’t fight nature
Of a maelstrom so intense he could break a
lover.
A waterfall that soothes but calming never,
A tidal wave so strong he could spin fire.
You could send him a curse with every whisper
Or stab his heart with a shiny dagger.
You could banter, Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-45638324540763435552015-06-12T02:15:00.001+08:002015-06-12T02:44:37.375+08:00Free Minnie.
Marriage -- it's a word that's supposed to be sweet, not to leave a sick aftertaste overpowering my throat.
Why are we pitying those women who are still not married -- even worse, pitying ourselves for not finding the right husband yet? What's with the 'bila nak kahwin' question? What's the necessity for making a list of friends who oughta get married? Why the envy towards friends who alreadyAtiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-87352921442649217482015-06-09T02:59:00.000+08:002015-06-09T02:59:18.914+08:00The Truth About Winning
"What's with you? Always with that blank stare and vacant smile," said David.
Ro looked down from the sky, her smile unwashed by the snarky remark. "I'm just reacting to what I see."
"You're not seeing. You're dreaming." David laughed.
"Aren't dreams good? Dreams are ideals. The best of the best."
David smirked. "No. I always thought dreamers are losers,Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-26372442024151880982015-05-05T00:51:00.001+08:002015-05-05T00:51:35.042+08:00cure-iosity
I was staring blankly to the sky.
Until he chimed in.
"Apa yang sedang dalam fikiran awak?"
I turned my stare towards him. It's weird 'cause he never asked such question. It was me who asked him, all this while.
And then I remembered. I used to ask him that whenever I saw him lost in thought. I was curious, I was wondering; heck, I was hoping my name was in that little fragmentAtiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-83323275595191753842015-02-24T13:18:00.000+08:002015-02-24T13:18:30.200+08:00Idiocy
This silly heart will always root for the same guy.
Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-692831663816034582015-02-11T01:28:00.000+08:002015-02-11T01:29:05.719+08:00Raindrops: The End
The cat died yesterday afternoon.
After struggling for days, I've managed to not shed a single tear when I carried his dead body to his grave. There was a large gaping hole where his right cheek should have been. I was quite relieved when he finally died, because no creature ever should survive with such pain, unattended.
Talk about crying, I've had my fair share of crying just a day Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-81491006353623872382015-02-07T20:25:00.000+08:002015-02-07T20:25:30.125+08:00Raindrops
I actually don't want to write about this, because I'm such a weakling. Writing this will only bring me to tears. But I need to. I need to straighten out everything that's been cluttering inside my head. I need to because I need closure.
So a few days ago, I found out my sweetheart was injured, rather badly, on his right cheek. There was a big gash just under his mouth; you could see the red Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-39581400392362992552015-02-04T23:22:00.000+08:002015-02-04T23:22:20.525+08:00Apparently, bruises.
Kalau kau tanya orang apa benda yang paling menyakitkan, mungkinlah, mungkin, orang akan jawab pisau, luka yang dilumur garam, paper cut, dan kalau dari segi emosi, mungkin ditikam belakang, kekasih curang, dan di-ignore oleh orang tersayang.
Tapi aku tak tahulah sejak bila, kalau aku terkena perkara-perkara menyakitkan tu, benda first sekali aku terfikir adalah okayyyy what the hell did I Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-20746596622629442172015-02-02T22:33:00.000+08:002015-02-02T22:33:36.629+08:00Current
I've always thought my worst fear was drowning.
As I slip and fall behind, life takes on a slow-motion stance. So serene, so peaceful. I can see the bright bondi blue sky and wonder what it would feel like to bump on the cotton-like clouds. Then, it fast forwards -- the images at the back of my head -- playing continuously and vividly I swear I could almost hear the sound of the rolling filmAtiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-18507617672917422922015-02-02T00:31:00.000+08:002015-02-02T01:23:27.049+08:00Wavelengths
"Sometimes I hate people," he said.
"Yeah? Why?" she inquired.
He kicked the sand burying his right foot. Stared at the little granules rolling back to where they were. She waited.
"They just don't understand, y'know?" She stared into his eyes. He stared back, and he knew he didn't need to elaborate.
"People judge too much," he started, then quickly Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-52581944316460968022014-08-28T16:49:00.000+08:002014-08-28T16:49:28.647+08:00Creativity
I always envy those people who can draw using those computer software or mobile applications. I'm stuck with the plain old pen and paper, and if I'm feeling a bit boastful, I'd snap a picture of my artwork and post it on the net or something. Not even a scanner, eh?
To be honest, I do have a scanner. I can download some Photoshop. I can learn on how to use each brush, each stroke, from all Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-23058540065135722272014-08-21T00:18:00.000+08:002014-08-21T00:18:32.535+08:00Used to.
I used to like the phrase "used to".
I used to think liking you is ponies and puppies.
I used to think my feelings were nothing short of magical.
I used to think love (or whatever this is) is rainbow after the rain.
I used to watch you from a distance just to save that glimmer in your eyes whenever you laugh securely in my brain.
I used to... be an optimist.
I won't say Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-68356465239306533152014-07-14T03:58:00.001+08:002014-07-14T22:36:08.461+08:00Fish
I know people say there's plenty of fish in the sea.
But there's only one Nemo. :)
Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-29086810810772582522014-04-27T03:57:00.001+08:002014-04-27T03:57:13.909+08:00Once Upon a TimeI rarely do crazy, embarrassing things unless I'm really comfortable in a situation.
I once laid down on the pavement at a park, in the middle of people. I felt so carefree, so content.
I got myself a boyfriend several weeks after.
Six months later, he said, "When I saw you doing something no other girl dared to do, that's when I knew I got to have you."
It turned out he was one of the people Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-73294032180636293432014-01-30T17:45:00.000+08:002014-01-30T17:45:47.483+08:00Growing Up
Why can't losing ever make us happy? Over time, it will, I guess. But what about that period from where you started losing something to the point of you accepting the fact that it's lost?
I lost my cat today. He was always not the strong type - the one that should be fighting with other cats or go venturing with other cat warriors, sneaking around to scare the chickens. He got his left leg Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-1772460707362637202013-08-11T15:40:00.000+08:002015-09-21T22:01:36.487+08:00Maybe
I came back home to the scene of you lying lazily on the couch, flipping channels on the TV. "Hey," I said, but you didn't answer. Cool, maybe you didn't hear me. I took off my heels and purposefully let them fell from my hands to the floor. The sound made you flinched, but you kept your eyes on the screen.
I kinda hovered (I don't know why I describe it as hovering, maybe because my Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-76986548082661431652013-07-26T02:27:00.003+08:002013-07-26T02:27:33.956+08:00Bottles.
She hummed the song while she was washing the dishes. It was the song that had too many versions she didn't even know which version was the original anymore. Pardon the way that I stare - true; she had always stared at the boy she liked; There's nothing else to compare - true; there were times when the boy seemed like the most beautiful thing on Earth; The sight of you leaves me weak - true; Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-6875596914633677672013-05-31T22:56:00.000+08:002013-05-31T22:56:07.608+08:00Jujur.
Ini adalah aku.
Aku rindu
Aku takut hilang kamu
dan
Setiap malam aku
bersyukur pada Tuhanku
sebab temukan kita di situ.
Macam pasir
yang kau jejak setiap incinya
Itulah hidup aku
ada kamu dimana-mana.
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Young, wild, and carefree.
When you were sitting next to me.
Those eye contacts meant just for me.
When everything made us happy.
The sweetest guy that you could be.
That never-ending energy.
Unspoken promises of what we'll be.
Now, we're just adults, trying to survive as the day goes by, trying to make ends meet by kissing our fun goodbye. I truly miss you and us, how Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-2738005014188547772013-02-12T18:04:00.001+08:002013-02-12T18:04:22.032+08:00broken thoughtsYesterday:
You are like a secret garden I would sneak into every night, just to watch the stars.
Last month:
Looking at your pimples and thinking how perfect you are.
Two days ago:Oh you won't mention me. OMG you did!Last night:I'm not missing you. Just now:
Fuck that dream.
Yesterday:
You won't call. You were busy with someone else.
Two days ago:
How do I deserve to get someone as sweet as Atiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-57401057177884381522013-01-19T00:00:00.000+08:002013-01-19T00:00:07.579+08:00kontradiksi
Tak sangka, aku end up dengan kau akhirnya. Orang yang aku pernah pandang sebelah mata. Orang yang dulu pandang aku punya kawan lama.
Tak sangka, kita tak boleh berenggang lama. Aku ingat aku punya kuasa wanita. Sekarang tak dengar suara kau sehari pun boleh buat aku hampir gila.
Tak sangka, begini pengakhirannya. "Jom break up," aku pernah kata. Sekarang aku duduk tak diam, tidur tak lenaAtiqah Shaharudinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425294132071402366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441519380157163794.post-24589200280747400792013-01-18T03:12:00.000+08:002013-01-18T03:12:06.018+08:00#588
Tolak permainan dan rasa.
Tolak mereka ke sana.
Tinggal apa?
Aku betul-betul suka kau-
aku suka kau seorang saja.
Dan aku betul-betul tengah rindu kau-
rindu macam nak gila.
Tolak tepi semua,
yang tinggal cuma dua.
Rindu, suka. Tak terkira.
Dan tiba-tiba,
aku percaya.
Percaya pada kita.
Tunggu --
kau aku punya.
Sampai bila-bila aku suka.
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