| Silent Soul |
| 26 years ago, A small miracle came to alive in this lonely planet, and they named her Savanna. She Loves Poetry,cravin for good Foods and Books, mad about her Mum, and solemnly looking for her soulmate. |
| She Loves |
| Her Mum and Dad, Her only brother, Her true-blood-friends, and The lovely crafted blue Minaret of her Palace, green green grass of The Park, The Towers, Her comfy room, Her workplace, The Thrilling Black Gold Hunting Project, and Heavenly Kisses from HiM. |
| She Does |
| Fall in love and get amused so easily ,run under the rain , laugh till it hurts, sing so beautifuly, appreciate beauty even if it's not pretty, feel romantic all over for nothing at all ,wear lace and skirts, listen to oldies goodies, believe in emancipation but not feminism, go ballistic over good friends,craving for coffee and chocolates, stay at home during weekend and feel good about it. |
| She Does Not |
| Go for Look, Talk behind, stand being alone, like veggies too much, eat sushi,sleep with lights on, play any instruments, believe in pagan and atheist, worship worldy affairs. |
| She Would |
| Be a writter, singer, poet, anything but silent stalker. |
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| Monday, February 26, 2007 |
| Thank you |
I never knew that I was still capable of loving someone the way I loved you.
Thank you for everything |
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| Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |
| The sun of your universe |
Change The World
If I can reach the stars,Pull one down for you,Shine it on my heartSo you could see the truth:
That this love I have insideIs everything it seems.But for now I findIt's only in my dreams.
And I can change the world,I will be the sunlight in your universe.You would think my love was really something good,Baby if I could change the world.
And if I could be king,Even for a day,I'd take you as my queen;I'd have it no other way.
And our love would ruleThis kingdom we had made.Till then I'd be a fool,Wishing for the day...
That I can change the world,I would be the sunlight in your universe.You would think my love was really something good,Baby if I could change the world.Baby if I could change the world.
I could change the world,I would be the sunlight in your universe.You would think my love was really something good,Baby if I could change the world.Baby if I could change the world.Baby if I could change the world. him: you radiate warmth her: Then I should be the sun of your universe
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| posted by Nayma @ 11:46 AM |
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| Abi |
I’m writing this to you in the middle of the nite. I’m Sitting on my bed, staring dimly into my laptop, and feeling so nonsense. I promised you and my self not to write anything ..ever again. Yet to break my promise, I choose to use another media to express what I feel for you,..for us…and maybe…on one fine day, I would have the gut to give u this blog address so you can read and reach out my inner feeling.
It’s empty and lonely without you, but I’m hanging on here with all the respect left for my whole being.
I wonder how do you do, you must have been busy preparing yourself for the big event on May or June. I’m sure you’ll make it. You’re good in it. In fact, it was one of the reasons I felt for you.
I always have this respect toward people of your profession. Saving Life. Isn’t it grand. But Allah is the Almighty Savior.
I try my very best not to write you neither sms nor email. I miss you Abi, I really do. I hope by the time you read my writing, I have got over you .
I hate to admit that I’ve let my feeling gone too far.
You don’t even deserve all my affection. You simply cold blooded doctor with cute smile. However, the look in your eyes, you have that kind of look that drives me insane.
I Realized one thing, I always hurt from my own standard and expectation.
Abi, how it feels to stay in constant love for more than five years.
You love her, don’t you? Ah, Abi, if she was a...you know what I'm going to say rite, then I would have prayed hard for both of you.
It burns you alive, doesn’t it Abi?, your love for her,..I knew how it felt.
It ate my heart within my soul.
Abi, why on earth I should care so much for a man who I subtly knew . I should have not trust you in the first place…but I do trust you.
Our first conversation on that one fine Sunday afternoon,…we were laughing and feeling so comfy. I held my heart back then.
Abi you hurt me, when you silently leaving me pondering around the chemistry we had.
You always had her in your mind.
It was always about her.
The dream, the close encounter, Abi, I don’t deserve to be treated like this.
I was too angry but had no energy and heart to hate you.
The Du’a was answered. Your silent torture began. My expectation of your constant kindness had drawn me deeper and deeper.
Tonight, I just wanted to tell you that YES, I’m still thinking about you, praying for you and silently keeping a small piece of the so called unrequited love in my heart.
And what more..stupidly hoping and waiting for your email and call, which I consciously aware would have never come again.
Abi, if all the titles and wealth behind your name gone, and all left is yourself, what the most important for me….is your passion to live your life according to the deen, I would still Love you constantly….
Abi, I care for you. Though I have nothing to offer, but if only Allah gave me the chance to take care of you, I would have gone extra miles to ensure that you’re safe from harm and together striving in the way of Deen. |
| posted by Nayma @ 10:36 AM |
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| Friday, February 2, 2007 |
| New Hair cut, Flood and Many more |
| I got a fresh-look cut, reluctantly moved into another house because of heavy rain which turns my housing area into lake :), and slightly hurt from being too reckless in so called heart-risk-management. |
| posted by Nayma @ 7:53 AM |
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| Savanna Who |
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Name: Nayma
Home: Hilarious 'n Buzzin City, J.a.k.a.r.t.a
About Me: Witty, Jolly, anxious, loves poetry and fine books, chocolate, NO Milk for now, weight gain syndrom, yellow-whitish, chubby, married to on heavenly man, dedicated to be a Mother, NO workaholic :D, you read it right...sleazy munching over deadlines and flowerful days of becoming a Mother.
Can't get Enough...
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