He Did Not Come

He did not come yesterday,
and there were me and my agony
I made no calls,
to him who happened to have no balls.

And I asked a friend,
he worked so late,
trying to toss the fate
I did not care, I am still breathing with blood streams down my veins.

He comes today, with a weary look on his face,
For me, in his face, I find my solace,
For him, I find no one who can be replaced,
I love him a lot, no man can erase



To you Mr. R.

XOXO
ZA

Comments

@rep said…
sabaulah sabariah.. opss bedah..

u said no man could erase him but i percaya.. patah tumbuh hilang berganti..

tabahlah nox
18:35
SalamMedia said…
awwww.. That's so sweet!
19:06
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Arep, obviously he does not patah or whatever. He lingers in front of my eyes. Ops.

NH, he's a sweet man, no honey can replace. :)
09:22
@rep said…
lingers in front of u but u scare to say i love u????

btw... pls hapdate matahari blog...
18:41
ahmad zainul abidin said…
So, let me reply to you here..
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You posted dkt noktahhitam

Pot calling the kettle black. Dia sendiri grammar bersepah, nak kata orang.

Ahmad Noted: Kalu saya salah, betulkan lah... apa susahnya... bila saya kata org????? or you have a predefined attitude bila kena tegur as "ko ingat ko sorang je betul", "ko ingat ko sorang je pandai", "ko pak lebai jgn nak tunjuk alim"...

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Your holier than thou act is absofuckinglutely annoying.

Ahmad noted : Apa kena mengena :holier than thou"? And you have a very nice adjective to show your polite malay culture....

Bila kena tegur, always "holier than thou" ke?.

I hope i can have a coffee with you and show you my holier than thou attitude...
21:30
ahmad zainul abidin said…
since u uttered that very polite word, I just want to reply...

and considering your age, you are the most fucking lady that I have ever replied...
21:50
ahmad zainul abidin said…
say that u have a kid. then he said to u "mum, i do not stand to be corrected no matter what the circumstances are".

Then u replied "as u wished kid"..

n that fucking mum is U lah..

so, tak payah buang duit antar anak ke sekolah lah..

n the one with that fucking attitude "holier than thou" is U...

NAK KATA ORG!!!!
23:54
ahmad zainul abidin said…
kalu nak mencelah, biar beradap.. we are muslims not christians. We have religious and moral obligations towards other fellow muslims.

Holier-than-thou is made famous by christians to counter other fractions not aligned to them. We muslims don't have that phrase. WE have DOSA n PAHALA. Amar Makruf n Nahi Mungkar.

Jgn jadi burung kakak tua. Sekadar bersiul dgn frasa asing.

What is your moral obligation bila u mencelah? ZERO...
00:33
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Boohoooo~~~
Did I ruffle your feathers?

Ooopss. I think I just did.
09:00
ahmad zainul abidin said…
That was your feathers... and yes.. u did.. and that was a beautiful feathers this animal has
09:37
@rep said…
OMG OMG.. drama... i loike..
17:34
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