Chronicles of Hairul~ Side story~ Confessions of Awkward Young Lad

This story begins with an A. Why A you ask? Because A is for awkwardness, the very thing i am facing now so let us track the source of my sorrowfulness...Thus it began like a normal day that is no different from any other. A day where the main heroine was as tired as usual though i did nothing whatsoever to cheer her up nor make her day. All i could do was look at her in silence thinking as to what i may do to cheer her up so as her day ends, i decided to "accompany" her home against her wishes and thus began a trip home full of awkwardness. Silence fill the train of thoughts i was having yet my mind was full of her face as gradually it reaches a point where i just went "Hey! let's confess to her" ..Regret i had of that thought. A fool i was for even thinking of such evil thus began my plan to confess to her..Step 1 was as useless as was the owner who thought of it.. so i went and jump off the train where it stop at her humble abode and then i chased after her like a drama queen only to find a tired face facing towards me.

And i did the unthinkable. i said the 3 words that every men had to say in some point of their life towards their spouse. Why i did that? I have no idea. I must be out of my mind. Insanity might have reach its peak in the meter known as my brain. 

Her reply? "Go home"

Was all it took to send me scuttling back on the train where it sent me back to the rat hole whence i came from.

And thus began the Nightmare of Awkwardness...

Chronicles of Hairul, The beginning or The end?

On 4 February 2013, I did the unthinkable. Confess to her I did but think about it, I did not. I must be a fool for trying to win the fair maiden heart and now awkwardness reigns between the both..neither friend nor foe but two awkward acquaintance stuck in a cruel twisted fate of friendship. 1107am this was written. Continue later shall I..

Chronicles of Hairul, Broken yet Unstable

1.2.2013 is a date that i'll never forget. Full of happiness it has been for me yet it was never fully repaired. My heart is as broken as ever despite my many attempts to repair it yet my happiness arises when i heard we could still be friends and yet the heart is still broken, Fixing it seems to be quite a chore. Forget her, i tried but my wounded heart seems to remember and will not forget the devastation that was inflicted towards my fragile love. And yet i would not forget her..Foolish i might add...

Forget this matter at once and on to a side story of my life for once, on very same date, Was a day i could not forget, Full of happiness i have towards that date and gone was my hate..As i look at my fellow friends who cried with sadness towards their comrades who was leaving them, All i could do was look and look and look without the means to the end of their sadness. All i could be was happy so as for them to look at me without a reason to cry..

And yet another foolish me who have yet to explain what on earth i am talking about. On the above-mentioned date was Ngee Ann Polytechnic Hearing Impact Club Closing Ceremony. Full of performance it had and i was one of them i might add. Foolishly did a lot of mistake, i did. Yet full of forgiveness that they had for me..Lucky guy i am :D 

My hopes lies with knowing and forever not losing my current friends. Hopefully i'll still be alive by then to marry and have children! :D

P.S: Its Hearing Impaired**** Thanks Winny! :D

Chronicles of Hairul, Love ends with Rejection.

Today on  31 January 2013, i was rejected severely by the one woman that i look upon and shower with affections, it was like a sudden shot to heart by .45 caliber gun. it was one fine afternoon, in a class full of inspiring computer students about to start their lesson on brainwashing machinery. As i reflect back during this class, i was wondering what could i do to become a better friend to her so i went to ask her yet little did i know the response i'll get would took everything that is positive in my heart out of me. As i heard her response to my query, i felt as if the world crashed around me. Mountains exploded, people die, chaos reigns in the depths of the plane known as my heart. With fire words of flames that spelled out "No. Get out of my life! Don't message me or talk to me!!", Sears to my heart as my brain tried to defend itself against this ruthless attack yet it was futile effort as i fell to this pin-pointed accuracy attack. 

What was left was just a piece of my heart lying in the oblivion of my chest where my heart used to be..