lonely soul

lonely soul

Saturday, 16 February 2013

New family

This happened quite a long time ago and I forgot  did not tell you that I stopped the AMIRIN scandal and such.. it was getting out of hand and we just decided to end it all...

well they lived happily ever after... doing PDAs all the time..

and i got a new hobby which is disturbing them as always... hehe..

with AMIRIN gone they got new nicknames... haha...practically a new family tree

Nenek - Aimi
Papa - Fakhirin
Mama - Nazrin
Adik - Amir

thats all the family i could gather for now.. maybe more to come?? we'll see.... till then...

Because YOU are MINE : an AMIRIN fan fiction (oneshot) part 2

* i kept forgetting to post the second part to AMIRIN
* this is all from the writer and i did not change any single word or alphabet from the original text


WARNING : 18SX CONTENT. YOU WERE WARNED. DON’T BLAME MEH FOR MY GREATNESS IN WRITING FANFICS. BHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH K                             -sincerely writer-
(POV is point of view. The story’s view from the character)

Chapter 2

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Fakhirin was preparing himself to go to class when he heard the door knocked by someone.
                “Who could that be,” he thought. The white shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned, showing the singlet with similar color he wore inside. One could tell that he was in a hurry; his slack pants were all crinkled up. He hasn’t had time to iron the pants as he woke up late that morning. The faces of Amir flashed in his mind. He sighed. Although his worriedness for Amir left him awakes until 4 in the morning, he could not blame him. In fact if there is any person to blame, it would be his very own self.
The feelings he had for Amir are just too much for him to handle.
Therefore he had made a decision.
He must confess his love to Amir today.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The knocking counts increases as he walks slowly towards the door while trying to button up his shirt. Fakhirin got fed up with the shirt and ignored it instead. He hurriedly opened the door.
At the moment the door was opened, he was surprised.
Stood in front of him was a good looking young lady, of he thought her age must be around his. She was wearing a rather sexy outfit. Fakhirin observed her red dress for a while. The dress was short, revealing her perfect legs. To top up with that, the dress she was wearing also showed up part of her chest. Fakhirin looked down at his feet, feeling ashamed. It was weird for him to have lust towards women like her because he had always liked Amir. And before he could speak any word to her, she abruptly pushed him inside the house.

Fakhirin’s POV
Ouch! What is this woman’s trying to do? Arghh my head feels really hurt right now. What great strength to push me for a small woman like her. Ehh what? Why does she smiling at me? Oh no what is she going to. . ahh wait!
“YOU! What you think you’re trying to do!?” I yelled at her, taking her right wrist off from the singlet I am wearing. I cannot believe I heard myself breathing heavily. Yes, I do have feelings for women. I just happen to realize that fact just now, when this woman trying to slid her hand beneath my singlet.
Okay here’s the thing. I’ve never touched any woman before.
And I had already one guy that I love.
But damn why does it feels so good when it is all wrong?
“Shhhh,” she said as she placed her finger gently on my lips, as a sign for me to stay silent. She looks so beautiful from close angle like this. What does this woman’s intention towards me anyway? I can barely move myself by all these seductions. I can feel her hands on upper part of my body, trailing every inch of them with her fingers. The warmth from her body is transferred to mine as she leaned herself to me. Is this how it feels like? I always knew woman’s body feels hot, but this heat I felt is like burning, bringing a sensation I could not resist. I stood frozen, feeling numb.
My thoughts vanished at the glimpse of a figure at the front door.
It was a person that I had admired for a pretty long time.
It was Amir.

Writer’s POV
Amir froze at the sight of Fakhirin’s ‘guest’. He accidentally witnessed a scene where the love of his life being touched and kissed by a woman whom her body resembles top models in those reality shows.
He had always confirmed that Fakhirin does not has any lover in his lifetime. Fakhirin himself told him.
But he knew now that he might have lots of them.
“Uh, oh. . sorry.” Amir apologized before quickly disappear from Fakhirin’s sight.
“No, Amir. Wait!” Fakhirin shouted his name to stop him.
“Amir! Wait!” he shouted while trying to free himself from the woman. Fully desperate, he pushed the woman onto the floor with all his might. He does not care anymore about the woman or even anything else in the world, all he cares in his life is Amir.

---END OF CHAPTER 2--- KTHANXBYE

PART 1

My Style

DEAR DIARY...ha ha kidding

this blog is practically my diary anyway... so I'll whatever i want to do with it... muahaha..

well the reason I'm not sleeping (its already 3am) and writing this entry today is because i just felt like i have to and if I don't do it today i won't remember to do it tomorrow..

I just realised something really important today..
That I should just stop listening to what my sister babbles on about her so called great fashion sense...

OK.. I'll just tell you a few events that lead me to think so...

1st event-The Socks
A few weeks ago, my sister was babbling on and on about my socks... MY SOCKS... She said that i should have worn socks that are higher and such... FYI I mostly wear sneakers everywhere I go so I do have a collection of socks (mainly the 99 sen ones from GIANT) and most of them are ankle or below ankles high.. So she said that I should have worn higher ones yada yada yada.... and then I recalled having to be told the same thing a few months back that i was wearing socks that were too tall and should have worn the ones that was below ankle high.. I remembered that she kept making a big fuss of my socks while we were trying to cross the road... It seemed as if the socks that I wore were more important than avoiding all the cars and getting to the other side of the road...

2nd event-The Yellow Shirt
While buying clothes for me to enter University I wanted to make a change to the usual outfit I often wear... instead of the same old black and chocolate shirt i chose more vibrant and striking colours like red, light blue, purple and even yellow.. she was totally against the fact that i wanted a bight yellow shirt.. What was the big deal?? It was just a shirt.. She didn't like the fact that it was yellow and she said yellow never matches with anything.... then a year later she matches everything dress, shirt, jubah with a yellow scarf....

3rd event - Colours
my sis looking at this two combination of colours " OMG this totally dont match"
saw it on the internet
later on.. "OMG this colours match each other so well"

4th event - Tribal Pattern
I have always thought that tribal pattern were nice and dynamic
Before my sis was so against them saying that tribal pattern are so lame and  out off season
the other day she practically attacked every store that had tribal pattered clothing saying that its the newest trend and myt mother and I was so outdated... what the %#^

well the list could go on much longer but i would just prefer to stop here...
the point is my sis follows what she saw in the internet and claim that she is the best at it..
she just follows others..

on the other hand my friend, the styles I follow are the styles that i choose to follow
that are comfortable
that resembles me for who I am

maybe I am more creative when going out with friends because they accepted me for who I am....(sometimes)
i do follow some of their advices like wear shirts that covers my bum so that they wont seem as big. (which is really helpful.. thanks mom)
but advices like wear short socks then dont wear short socks are just plain annoying and irritating...