whoa, sounds harsh the title isnt? i know.. i knoww. i ve been away for so long, keeping this blog, all entry posts are cautiously set to a private mode. nobody is going to read this. no, nobody 'cause i kept everythin in private. but now, i need to express it, confess it, for how much I hold on to this. Yes yes i do. i do pray to God to bless me with peace where I could stop harnessing more imaginations into my life.
Main problem (the beginning):
I used to kind of daydreaming about having to take a shelter under the roof of a celebrity in United States. (Yes, its effing ridiculous but what could i do, this daydreaming is actually very, very much mainstream among youngsters, elderies even that my ma and bah dwells in the same thing previously. ( i told you, this kind of fictioning this kind of storyline is really not abnormal)
So does come the next stage (i forget the socalled term in story-plotting)
i imagined a creature (dont wanna say what kind o job or the study place or the place of born and bred no no) coming to this celeb's place and have a stay as they used to be close friends. well this creature definitely is a malaysian lol. and he stayed and protected me from islamophobia LOL THIS IS GETTIN FUNNIER I SWEARRRR
CLIMAX:
basically, sth happened in a storyline, like someone grabbed u by the back of your neck and kiss you deeply, sorry man but im a muslim and devoted to it hehehe so i came to think of any logical consequence after the welcoming of this one malaysian. then then then we became friends after we got back to malaysia and he couldnt find me. the least he cud find was i was diagnosed with heart disease and claimed to be hospitalized and those were all the moments start to flash
ENDING:
i tried to stop it, end it by own, this imagination is getting wilder than ever (my friends prolly read this and think of porno for sake of ugh) , i started to talk about this like it happened in reality. i still remember talking to my friend, loafing around at the canteen of school (as teacher) , and i suddenly jumped out of the topic sayin that (why so early the wedding ha) when we wer actually talking about some other teaching stuffs (so dedicated lol)
And, i prayed alot till this stage, i still could not cope with this problem. i tried to end this imaginatiob to shove it off my head. its getting me overthingking about some unreal matters. this is unreal. the guy i created in my imagination never exist! (well the particular celeb does really exist lol) he never was born. i created a figure, just a figure but this figure was led by an icon on twitter. damn, i dont like this guy on twitter, but the girls of my age kept rt ing him and AWWWWWW PLSSS AWWWW so i stalked him.
Stages of the story in my head:
1) I imagined myself going to sleep in that celeb's house. this guy i created was never come to my idea.
2) I scroll twitters and saw this guy and hatred blowz up thru my spine and nose and forehead (the hot blood runs thru the veins fffufufufu) and i stalked to know how much this guy had made the girls crazy of him, when i am not.
3) my stalking activity goes even concentrated that suddenly it came into my storyline. i always had this "nightdreaming", thinking of things that wud never happen in real life before i managed to drowse in pillows. this guy suddenly came into my head without me planning it. WHERE THE HELL DID THIS DARK ART COMES FROM
4) by the time, (in my imagination) i want to leave to nalaysia, this celeb i imagined was supposed to chase after me, or SURPRISEEE that he came to malaysia to find me. i imagined this stuff much more than i cud say till the first day this new creature came into my head. the imagination of the celeb conpletely went depleted. i had no idea why...
5) so lets get straight to the main title. i keep praying to make myself forget about this creature, coz everynight, every time (except when im prayin) it hauntz meeeeeeeeeeee
6) i was almost at the final stage. I almost forgot about this. God answered my prayer:) and few days later, i hurt people, and the icon on twitter (the one that becomes the vector of the creature) pops up on my timeline!!! (someone didnt rt it it just popped up) damn, it haunts me again.
7) and just now, the problem that had brought me to write about this is that, i almost forgot about this criture, all those imaginations i made, coz i kept praying and praying. but then, someone offered me a shortclip of movie contented with inapproriate scenes. Because, amongst all of us, its nothing when we dont feel anything, we just want to watch the movies, thats all...
7) and he popped up again on my timeline, weird. well, coincidently... perhaps... he wrote something he never had done so. there were a few of his collegues done this, but suddenly he came up with that kind of caption, of he never had done ( i dont follow him but i stalked him previously) and it haunts me, and is..haunting me... coz it stays in my head... still living in here when im still writing this....
serve me right.... God knows the best. Be a muslimah, true muslim one. Habluminallah habluminannas
:)
Main problem (the beginning):
I used to kind of daydreaming about having to take a shelter under the roof of a celebrity in United States. (Yes, its effing ridiculous but what could i do, this daydreaming is actually very, very much mainstream among youngsters, elderies even that my ma and bah dwells in the same thing previously. ( i told you, this kind of fictioning this kind of storyline is really not abnormal)
So does come the next stage (i forget the socalled term in story-plotting)
i imagined a creature (dont wanna say what kind o job or the study place or the place of born and bred no no) coming to this celeb's place and have a stay as they used to be close friends. well this creature definitely is a malaysian lol. and he stayed and protected me from islamophobia LOL THIS IS GETTIN FUNNIER I SWEARRRR
CLIMAX:
basically, sth happened in a storyline, like someone grabbed u by the back of your neck and kiss you deeply, sorry man but im a muslim and devoted to it hehehe so i came to think of any logical consequence after the welcoming of this one malaysian. then then then we became friends after we got back to malaysia and he couldnt find me. the least he cud find was i was diagnosed with heart disease and claimed to be hospitalized and those were all the moments start to flash
ENDING:
i tried to stop it, end it by own, this imagination is getting wilder than ever (my friends prolly read this and think of porno for sake of ugh) , i started to talk about this like it happened in reality. i still remember talking to my friend, loafing around at the canteen of school (as teacher) , and i suddenly jumped out of the topic sayin that (why so early the wedding ha) when we wer actually talking about some other teaching stuffs (so dedicated lol)
And, i prayed alot till this stage, i still could not cope with this problem. i tried to end this imaginatiob to shove it off my head. its getting me overthingking about some unreal matters. this is unreal. the guy i created in my imagination never exist! (well the particular celeb does really exist lol) he never was born. i created a figure, just a figure but this figure was led by an icon on twitter. damn, i dont like this guy on twitter, but the girls of my age kept rt ing him and AWWWWWW PLSSS AWWWW so i stalked him.
Stages of the story in my head:
1) I imagined myself going to sleep in that celeb's house. this guy i created was never come to my idea.
2) I scroll twitters and saw this guy and hatred blowz up thru my spine and nose and forehead (the hot blood runs thru the veins fffufufufu) and i stalked to know how much this guy had made the girls crazy of him, when i am not.
3) my stalking activity goes even concentrated that suddenly it came into my storyline. i always had this "nightdreaming", thinking of things that wud never happen in real life before i managed to drowse in pillows. this guy suddenly came into my head without me planning it. WHERE THE HELL DID THIS DARK ART COMES FROM
4) by the time, (in my imagination) i want to leave to nalaysia, this celeb i imagined was supposed to chase after me, or SURPRISEEE that he came to malaysia to find me. i imagined this stuff much more than i cud say till the first day this new creature came into my head. the imagination of the celeb conpletely went depleted. i had no idea why...
5) so lets get straight to the main title. i keep praying to make myself forget about this creature, coz everynight, every time (except when im prayin) it hauntz meeeeeeeeeeee
6) i was almost at the final stage. I almost forgot about this. God answered my prayer:) and few days later, i hurt people, and the icon on twitter (the one that becomes the vector of the creature) pops up on my timeline!!! (someone didnt rt it it just popped up) damn, it haunts me again.
7) and just now, the problem that had brought me to write about this is that, i almost forgot about this criture, all those imaginations i made, coz i kept praying and praying. but then, someone offered me a shortclip of movie contented with inapproriate scenes. Because, amongst all of us, its nothing when we dont feel anything, we just want to watch the movies, thats all...
7) and he popped up again on my timeline, weird. well, coincidently... perhaps... he wrote something he never had done so. there were a few of his collegues done this, but suddenly he came up with that kind of caption, of he never had done ( i dont follow him but i stalked him previously) and it haunts me, and is..haunting me... coz it stays in my head... still living in here when im still writing this....
serve me right.... God knows the best. Be a muslimah, true muslim one. Habluminallah habluminannas
:)
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