Someone once told me,running is a great sport to blow off some steam.I ran a lot...but it'd never helped me in any ways.

.::Oh My::.

"Oh My, Oh My..." the only words formed from her mouth when her hand was soaked in warm red liquid. Her lips trembled with fear and huge drops of tears wet her cheeks.It was the end for her.It was the end for Lily Macy.Odd enough,she picked up the shiny knife and headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen light flickered when she switched it on.She started to hum a song.Then thoughts flooded her senses..."Wipe the knife clean,Lily. He won't hurt you anymore. Hide the knife if you must...then run off...run Lily,run..."

Lily started to cry again, this time more furiously. "Stop it, you! Stop this nonsense! You made me kill...I killed..."

"Yes Lily, you killed him. You wanted it, you wanted to kill him more than anything else...I only made you wish come true...Lily,it was what you wished for...wasn't it?"

Lily only continued crying, breathing heavily she shouted, "Stop it, Rebecca! You're not making me do anything anymore!...I am not you!...I won't be you..."

"Oh...but Lily,you just killed him.You are never going to leave me now, are you?"

The shiny knife reflected Lily's face. Her lips curved into a smile. It wasn't Lily anymore,was it?

.::A Basket of Flowers::.

He was really different from anyone you had ever known.He doesn't speak much.He would listen if you tell him a story or take a sit when you invite him to...it was impossible to get him to talk.Silence was a way to describe him - his only trait,silence.

They said he paints and writes.Of what?I have no idea.Someone tried to love him.She held his hand and went for a stroll in the park.Spent more time in the town's cafe and even watched a play.When they finally went back to his home,he simply closed the door,living the poor girl outside.

A women,a senior of her age tried to keep him as her lover.She thought he was interesting,charming even.He was physically thin,had broad shoulders and with sunken eyes.She tried to bribe him with gifts of the finest tools for his creations,clothes made of silk and sweet promises...he stopped answering the door everytime she rang the doorbell.It was hopeless.

No men understood why he was thought interesting.No man became his friend.They only knew him as Wilbur,a painter and writer.Wilbur lived in a apartment standing tall in the town square.His apartment window overlooks the town's cafe and market - too much to be missed if he leaves his apartment.

Wilbur spent his time painting during the day,writes poems during the night.No one knew if his creations were sold,no one in town bought them.The apartment was surprisingly clean,cleaner than a woman's closet.The wallboard was covered with notes Wilbur writes daily, small notes for his eyes only. "Wash the clothes,then paint","Buy more oranges from the market","Sweep the floor before the evening" - his notes reminded him of everything and that was why Wilbur was not only quiet,but rather odd.

It only took one morning to make a difference in Wilbur's life.He was staring out his window,as he always did.A figure walked about in the market,with a basket filled with fresh flowers from the florist.A figure that caught his attention,he was mesmerized.Wilbur was mesmerized by a figure in a dark purple dress,with brown hair whom was holding a basket of flowers.His heart fell right out of the window into the woman's basket.

Wilbur suddenly realised that his painting of daffodils turned into a basket of flowers.It didn't matter if the painting was ruined because Wilbur also realised he fell love.In love with the figure in a dark pruple dress,with brown soft hair and she held a basket of flowers.

.::Dia Kata...::.

Sambil-sambil merokok,tangan kirinya cuba mencapai tanganku yang masih lagi memakai cincin yang diberi olehnya.Kisah relationship kami berdua,kira rumit katanya...Sebab apa ? Sebab sayang...dan sebab kami masing-masing mempunyai keinginan untuk memiliki seseorang.Inilah manusia,tamak dan mempunyai keinginan yang akhirnya akan menyakiti diri sendiri.

Dia kata, lagu MLTR, "Love Never Lies" ialah benar kerana cuma manusia yang akan menipu sesama sendiri...akibatnya cinta disalahkan kerana terasa sakit apabila perpisahan berlaku.Aku cuma mendengar dan merenung wajahnya yang membuat hatiku terasa sejuk dan tenang.Is it true love ?

Rokok,lagu,kopi dan cinta...itulah antara top priorities dia.Dia pernah kata yang dia tidak akan berjanji,cuma berharap yang hubungan ini kekal...dan aku cuma mengangguk setuju...kerana,aku tahu yang perpisahan akan berlaku dalam hidup ini.

.::And So...::.

And so,we decided to walk under the rain with our ridiculously small umbrellas and got ourselves drenched from head to toe.The weather was messing with us since the day we got there - a vacation we wouldn't missed for anything else, or so it seems. That chilly evening brought us to this local pub&cafe,which was located a few blocks away from the hotel we were staying.

The occasional stares and darting glances assured us that the locals knew we are not one of them.Fortunately I felt at ease while admiring certain decos of the little pub - a few acoustic guitars hung in the wall with photos of guitarists like Tommy Emmanuel, Eric Clapton, Mason Williams...the place seemed rathe quiet.Perhaps it was still too early for a drink.

When she finally made up her mind on what to order for dinner,I was already halfway through deciding desserts for the night.The meal was satisfactory,a little salty to my liking but I enjoyed just spending some time out of the hotel and the rain for now.

Sometimes I wonder if she feels the same as I do.It has been more than 2 years and yet I can never put my finger on what is exactly going through her mind.My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the familiar tune of,"You Look Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton.One of the songs that will only remind me of her saying it's her father's favourite song...she took it as one of her favourite memories of her parents.

After paying for the meal,I was ready to leave the place and was already thinking about the next activity.She caught me by the arm when we were walking out of the place - surely every other person inside would be staring at us from the back of our heads.As the door closes behind us,she smiled and looked at me with those deep beautiful eyes and said,"So my dearest friend,where should we head to next?"

.::Tut...tut...Tut...::.

Lagu 4 In The Morning mengejutkan aku yang terlelap di sofa ruang tamu.Bloody hell,it's really 4 in the morning!!Aku jawab panggilan tersebut...

"Helo?..."

"Er...aku..."

"..."

"Aku..."

"Ya,engkau?..."

"Aku..."

Tut...tut...tut...

Dengan rasa tidak puas hati,aku baling handset aku ke arah yang bertentangan.Aku capai kotak Dunhill dan mula mempraktikkan tabiat burukku.

Kadang-kala,ada yang salah nombor ataupun prankster yang sedang bosan dan baru je permainkan aku.Suaranya membuatku teringatkan dia.Entahlah...mungkin ya,mungkin tidak.Kenangan lalu,memang sukar dilupakan.

Yang aku tahu,apa yang sahabatku kata memang benar..."It's like a shattered piece of glass that's stuck inside your bloody heart and it hurts as long as your heart continues to beat..."

Sambil menikmati aroma Dunhill,aku tutup mata dan berkata pada diriku...well,it hurts more than it should.

*huhuhu...it may sound "klise" but this was what I got during the journey home.

.::Something Very Normal...or Is It?::.

She walked into the room.It was dim,with a yellowish light bulb swinging from left to right and right to left.She looked at him and felt numb,rather emotionless because she did not know what to feel...or rather how to feel.Then again,life hardly makes much sense when this sort of things happen.So,she stared at the intensed crowd in the room...they were whispering and gesturing each other about the whole situation.None of them wanted to be responsible for this matter and it was not in her position to decide what to do.After all,she was the third generation of the family...a least important character,altogether.

They slowly retreated from the room,leaving the person there for a moment.She was puzzled with how fast and painless the process was...and the fact that no one shed a single tear.Maybe it was just one of the things in life...something very normal...or was it?She took a long breathe and walk ed to the lift,wanting to leave this to them.Men and women dressed in white were walking and back and forth...making her feel like she was once again trapped in her own world,where she sees everyone and nobody sees her.How awkward?

Entering the lift,she saw that they were not there anymore.Probably gone to finish the rest of the procedure...the lift closed with a thud sound.She told herself,"Now they are orphans...so are mum and dad."