sweet honeys

Haha.

That was my first reaction when I read the first poem I ever wrote 5 years ago. It was sweet, sunshine happiness and typically entitled 'MOM'.

Like the title, it was dedicated to the angel I proudly called Mama.

*chortles*

Funny how, okay, not that funny, different that poem is with my more recent ones. Typically most of the latter are love/angst themed as they were written by a teenager who feels like the whole freakin world is against her.

Flipping through my journal which had been the victim of my emotional rantings, it seems that the year 2006 had been a great leap in my process of coming of age and so.

It was the year. The year of SPM which my parents had drilled a fear for ever since my first day in first grade. Apart from that quite stressful event, I went through such an intense crush on a guy who smells deliciously like chocolate
 and only sits in front of me. To make the ugly details clean and simple,. I eventually thought him as a conceited guy who values looks over others far too much. 

That's what I told my friends.

I told my journal all my dissapointment and tears which at this point seems to me, had been wasted in stupidity.

Typical me. I mooned over him for awhile and only stopped having an ounce of feelings for him about the same time I had my Islamic Studies paper when I had the misfortune to get the seat beside him. Although I was no longer infatuated with him, desire was something different. It was purely for his beautiful being. Lust over love.

And boy was it difficult for the first half an hour. Try to answer a question on the islamic pilgrimage when there's this hot guy sitting next to you. My mind was on how well porpotioned his body looked in his uniform when it should have been on the don'ts of haj. Not to mentioned the time when he saw me ogling him and had flashed a smile to me.

Now, I spend my days by reading fanfics, moving from Dramione to Grabini to one of those kinky Hermione with older men, which happens to be Snape and Lucius. One word about those two. HOTNESS.

If I'm not doing that, I'm writing out the new chapter for my fanfic or a new one-shot.

If I'm not doing anything that has to do with fanfic, I'm writing my story, helping my mom in the kitchen, having driver's ed and having dreams where Blaise or Draco or even both is the main character along with yours truly.

Hehe