Phone calls

I waited for someone to call me but none call. Some of them did, unexpectedly. You see, I have never like the idea of waiting and wishing for things to turn out the way I wanted to because that is like telling yourself that you can be superman, have superpowers and save the world yet do nothing about it. So telling myself that taking a risk wouldn't be too bad but it will be bad to know that I didn't take the risk and be a coward when I have the chance to shuffle things over so, I pick up the phone and call up my friends. Like I made myself believe, it wasn't too bad in fact it wasn't bad at all. I receive a call from Najihah  Ghani somewhere from North and I haven't seen her since the last day of school last year. We'll meet up next month for the SPM result. My old friend, Syaiful Rizman also rang me up then. It was midnight. you know why, calls are cheaper. super saver maxis thing but I appreciated him for calling as to return mine. This isn't about letting them know that they should/must call me no, not to that extend. I took this photo of my house telephone and somehow having a thought of writing about phone calls. Here it is. So, to those whom feeling trippin about this post, don't be. I'm letting bygones be bygones here. Chill up and drink Milo

p/s: despite everything, I still didn't make phone calls that I tend to do because still I keep this too-shy-creature inside me.