I get it, to the deepest core.

Thanks Jay, for the note.

I understand. And I am wrong. I'm sorry to be this ignorant.

Again, thousand thanks.

Her insignia.

"I hate..."

And she stopped there, whilst her eyes still looking at me, in such way to attract some attention.

Gosh. I hated it when she acted that way, so I decided to ignore her, out of all I care.

1 minute.

2 minutes.

3 minutes passed.

Some psychological game huh? I won't lose this time.

She smirked, in time I'm being flippant.

Damn. I can't stop thinking. What was she talking about?

She smirked again. Damn this girl is good.

"Ok fine I give up. What is it?"

She blew a smoke, in her most annoying winning smile at me, and said,

"Your hair. Cut it short, will ya?"

tsk.

Cheers Young Lady.

"Lovely song, dear,"

"Thanks,"

Dan dia berlalu pergi dengan langkah yang lembut.

Sekejap, biar terhilang dalam tempoh itu.

Diam.

Susun semula nafas yang berterabur selepas wangian dia menghilang sedikit demi sedikit, dan sambung semula melodi gitar klasik lusuh ini.

Malam pekat. Manusia yang berlalu, berjalan dan berlari.

Sibuk sibuk sibuk.

Yang cuma ada gitar ini, langit yang bila- bila masa akan runtuh dan sedikit memori indah tadi.

Diam, dan senyum sendiri.

Sekali lagi, mungkin?

"Another You, for my mademoiselle,"

Celebrating some February.

Weekend.

Some spend it wisely, some spend it wastefully. Oh for God's sake, its your weekend.

Who cares?

And I was sitting on the couch, closed my eyes after a deep breath, listening to the same song over and over again.

Oh. Its windy. Breezing. I could not ask for more or more, no this time I can't be greedy.

This is the celebration of life my dear, the time of your own, yours truly.

Live, and don't die young.

*****

"...and the Valentine is coming... Sigh."

The untold.

You may not understand me well, or you never will.

Depressed, devastated, mad, is all in me, and enough for me to suffer it all alone. That's not for others to feel when they all around me.

So don't say I'm mysterious. Obnoxious. Ego.

I'm just happy to smile, for you to smile with me.

Please. Don't judge me the all the way you like. Deeply, I'm hurt, and you will never know.

Because I'm good at faking my emotion, all I do is smile.

A bloody smile.