Tuesday, December 7, 2010

azam tahun baru

cuba capai azam tahun lepas


salam maal hijrah

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Don't

Don’t leave me when the street lamp at the corner sallow

When the falcate moon threaten to take away its yellow

When envy owls sing their mellow and lonely orion has no one to follow


For I can’t find saccharine heaven to borrow

To catch your flying tears and sorrow

Your framed sadness and hollow


Don’t leave me when myriad rain begins to fall

For my barren faith are dried up in a lost incarnations

Don’t leave me when silky breeze and soft zephyr brawl

For my thousand grieve are still in conception


Don’t leave me when ashen butterflies plots gloomy intoxication

When a destined lies trapped beneath unconsolidated innocence

When the pale waves fabricate a sad pastel ocean

For your temperate devotion is a renowned notion


Don’t leave me when the sympathy ripped and bleed

When the soul is prick and the heart is sick


Don’t

Thursday, November 18, 2010

beautiful freak



Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only within
Just 'cause you are not like the others

But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak

-eels

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The ballad of us

Tonight the wind paused, revulsion rendered humanity.

Aberrant mankind scurried in such perplexity

Scattered shamelessly upon the ghost of confusion

But we,

We couldn’t care much,

Because arms in arms we are,

Side by side to each other.

Stealing kisses upon the darkness.

Tonight the moon trembled, all the lost stars shivered.

Humanity exposed, witnessed their crown find ways in a cosmic highway,

Bustled in such a lost profound.

Confound become the rhythm,

To a familiar song of death.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

But for us,

For us the entire are lost in ignorance

Because your eyes is where I’m staring at

Your hand is what I’m holding to

Lost in a garden where we sing our own song.

The meteor crash down, raucously furrow sinful civilization

Such perfect plot for the valley of death

Tonight the earth stumbled,

Lose its footing and slipped,

Such cenotaph of fatality,

But for us,

All are gone in decree

Because tonight,

you are right here with me

Friday, November 5, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

091010

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.
-John Lennon

happy birthday John

Monday, October 4, 2010

minggu melantak



melantakk je kerjaa

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

there is no point comparing nadal to federer

Seriously, the media keep comparing both of them following the Spaniard triumph at the US Open recently. Nadal, being modest as his usual played down the talk of being the greatest ever tennis player and said Federer will always be a good example for kids. Personally, I think there is no need to compare them. All players have their own prime period and each generation will be replaced by the next. Federer has passed his prime. Winning a record 16 Grand Slam has placed his name in tennis history, and he is arguably the most decorated tennis player ever. Not only that, having been supported Federer for 10 years, i realized there are just too much crazy statistic and record had been broken by him such as reaching 23 Grand Slam semi-final in a row, winning 3 Slam in a season for 3 times and much more. If that little creature from Mallorca Nadal is not around, Federer might be winning 20 Slams already. so yeah, stop comparing. Federer is Federer. Nadal is Nadal. Federer is more artistic player while Nadal is more physical, eh im starting to make a comparison stop it. arghhh. okay so yeah, the point is each player has their own moment. Sampras had his moment. When he rounded off 14 Slam, his place in history was saved. Even though Federer came later on and build his own legacy, the Sampras legacy was already saved. Nadal, just 24 years of age and already had 9 Slams to his name might go and break Federer's title record, but that will not take away anything from Federer as his place in tennis history is also saved. get the point? Tennis fan around the world should be thankful to be lucky enough to witness the two overlapped their generation and still competing for titles.

Monday, September 13, 2010

di sebuah pagi yang hening

"mama dah nak pergi nh, nak ikut tak.kalau nak ikut cepat la siap2"


"nak pergi mana?"


"pergi berak.kah kah kah kah kah kah"


fine. baru 10-1

taking a chance on love

"you've got to risk love,
it doesn't mean that you're never going to get hurt,
but the pain you feel will never compare
to the regret that comes from walking away from love"


Friday, September 10, 2010

Monday, September 6, 2010

laughing machine




laughter is inner jogging
-Norman Cousins

Thursday, September 2, 2010

jealousy

there is a creature,
live in our heart,
one with creepy eyes,
intimidating all the psyche
one with jagged teeth between a sweltering smile,
presume all lost decree as a lie

meet jealousy,
the ulcer of the soul.

jealousy,
can live without a heart,
but choose to live in one,
so it can alter the art,
the art to break a heart

jealousy,
can simply hurts a lover's heart and stole the dawn,
or caused a chaos in a peaceful town,
or even bring the whole empire down,
jealousy goes round and round

a disease that do not care the state of its victim

jealousy,
whispers prejudice,
whispers doubt,
sing a sickening suspicious song,
lay an unconscious seed in our mind,

a virus that infected the spirit and destroy a bond.

so now you know its existence,
a cruel illness within all of us,
a ghost that hide behind a fake smile,
a monster that live for the sake of mistrust-based oxygen,
a malicious melody in our heart,

jealousy



Tuesday, August 31, 2010

chips from the old block

lately gua selalu gila tertinggal kunci motor dekat motor.
semakin menjadi-jadi pulak.
asal tinggal motor je mesti tertinggal kunci sekali.
bapak gua pun sound,
katanya,
jangan tinggal2 kunci,
sekarang nh merbahaya, pencuri banyak.
semalam rumah ustad sebelah sana dengan rumah pakcik sebelah sana baru hilang motor.
itu tak tinggal kunci tu pencuri amek.
ini dah tinggal kunci lagi la senang kerja dorang.
jangan lalai2 lagi.
lain kali cabut kunci, baru pegi tutup pagar.
gua angguk2 tanda setuju.
semalam gua tertinggal kunci dekat motor lagi.
kali nh dari semalam tertinggal jadi battery terus weak nak start2 tak boleh.
gua dah la nak pergi kelas, motor plak tak boleh start.
gua pun decide nak pakai motor bapak gua.
gua masuk rumah balik cari kunci motor bapak gua.
bapak gua kat atas tengah baca quran gua malas kacau.
gua cari2 kunci tak jumpa.
rasa bengang jugak la, dah la lambat dah nak pergi kelas kunci plak hilang.
gua pun keluar nak try start motor yang tak boleh start tadi.
lepas tu gua sempat usha motor dia kat sebelah.



rupa2nya kunci kat situ

Thursday, August 26, 2010

sila belajar menipu

"weh semalam kau ade text aku ke"

"haah, kenapa kau tak reply"

"yea ke. aku tak dapat la text kau"

"kalau tak dapat, macam mana kau tau aku text kau"

"eh..heee"

Saturday, August 21, 2010

cobb and mal

the sweetest couple



this couple defines what love is,
perfectly.


we gotta learn to let things go.
even its the hardest thing to do.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

glommy

chocolate covered ego
squeamish laden cotton candy

put them together.

you'll get fragmented sinister atmosphere

Monday, August 9, 2010

entry untuk haziqah

Helmet
A helmet is a form of protective gear worn on the head to protect it from injuries, a variation of the hat.
The oldest known use of helmets was by Assyrian soldiers in 900BC, who wore thick leather or bronze helmets to protect the head from blunt object and sword blows and arrows in combat. Soldiers still wear helmets, now often made from lightweight plastics materials, to protect the head from bullets and shell fragments.

Below are some examples of DECENT helmet:



helmet di atas biasanya dipakai ketika menaiki bas ya seperti yang anda lakukan petang tadi. dengan adanya helmet ini, ada boleh berhimpit dengan lebih mesra dengan penumpang lain tanpa perlu risau kecederaan pada bahagian kepala. helmet ini juga datangnya bersama-sama knee pad dan pad wanita yang mempunyai kepak





kita pergi pada jenis helmet kedua yang boleh anda dapatkan di pasaran ya. baik, helmet di atas adalah salah satu jenama baru di bahagian America Latin seperti diterangkan oleh Puan Azlinawati petang tadi ya yang begitu mahir tentang geografi. helmet ini dijual bersama-sama bateri yang dipercayai jenama bateri yang sama digunakan oleh jantung encik L. helmet ini dikatakan sesuai dipakai pada waktu pagi kerana dapat menghilangkan rasa bosan kerana dpercayai di celah2 helmet ini tersemat sebuah buaian sebagai hiburan seketika.





okay helmet seterusnya kelihatan biasa2 sahaja. ianya digunakan untuk menunggang motor-motor orang kebanyakan dan bukannya bangsawan. walaupun kelihatan biasa, tali helmet ini tidak mudah berkarat selain mempunyai gabus yang menarik pada bahagian dalamnya dan yang paling penting tidak hitam dan berliku2 ya. helmet yang hitam dan berliku-liku di dalam amatlah sukar untuk disarung dan wajib disagat 15 minit.




helmet berikutnya seperti dipaparkan dia atas selalunya dipakai pada musim menuai dan musim2 puasa yang bakal menjelang. jadi saya syorkan helmet ini kepada cik haziqah kerana helmet ini mempunyai sistem perparitan yang amat menarik dan circulation yang unik bagi perpindahan angin ketika menunggang motor terutamanya ketika menunggang dengan tidak memulas minyak sehingga rekod ke dc.





akhir sekali saya rekemen helmet ini yang begitu berwarna warni dan memenuhi citarasa anda sebagai seorang yang suka merajuk apabila penat naik beberapa anak tangga dan tidak reti tunggu turn merajuk.

sekian.

Monday, July 26, 2010

mesin khurafat

65 kg

aku tak tahu samada mesin timbang dekat pasaraya Bintang itu bertauliah atau tidak.
tapi cas dikenakan adalah dua puluh sen maka mungkin ia ada credibility.

chi mei yang kini menggayakan rambut pendek ketawa sinis di sebelah.

tolak berat kasut yang aku agak2 seberat sekilo sebelah maka tolak 2 kilo dekat situ.

wallet aku walaupun hanya ada beberapa helai duit kertas akibat duit loan tak masuk lagi masih agak berat aku kira, mungkin ada setengah kilo pada perkiraan kasarku.

itu baru poket belakang.

poket kanan ada henfon sony yang aku rasa sudah bertambah berat sejak tukar housing dekat amoi comel tempoh hari. walaupun hanya pertukaran warna, ianya amat signifikan. aku baca buku dekat ptar 1 hari tu kata setiap warna ada berat mereka sendiri. masa tu aku tak percaya, sekarang percaya.

poket kiri pula ada kunci rumah, kunci motor dan segala duit syiling. duit syiling merupakan sesuatu yang amat berat tidak dilupakan juga aspek kepaduan mereka. kunci rumah aku pula besar, tombol rumah aku lebih besar daripada rumah biasa. aku naik scooter pula tu, scooter selalunya kunci berat.

jadi sekilo poket kanan campur 3 kilo poket kiri dah 4 kilo jumlah kena tolak kat situ.

lepas tu aku pakai 2 lapis baju hari ini mungkin itu juga itu sedikit sebanyak mengelirukan mesin penimbang.dengan jeans. jeans nh labuh sedikit.berat.tidak lupa juga tali pinggang. tali pinggang dah la sembilan puluh ringgit, jadi mesti berat.

lagi apa. oh ya masa timbang tu aku baru lepas makan nasik goreng mamak dekat khalifah dengan chi mei. jadi mungkin pertambahan berat yang tidak sepatutnya dikira oleh mesin timbang dah berlaku dekat situ. siap telur mata separuh masak lagi.kena tolak 2 kilo. baru adil.
kejap, pagi tadi punya roti canai khalifah makan dengan zikri, eka, apik, melati dan bella pun masih ada. walaupun banyak sembang pagi tadi, tenaga yang digunakan apalah sangat nak dibandingkan dengan roti canai. tolak 1 kilo.

akhirnya selepas ditolak benda-benda picis lain seperti berat rambut dan halaju sedutan angin ketika masa ditimbang aku congak-congak berat asli aku adalah 52 kg.


fuck mamak khalifah

Sunday, July 11, 2010

bye bye worldcup

After 63 matches, the stage is now set.
The Netherlands versus Spain in a world cup final.
A match that will guarantee a first time winner.
I will be rooting for the Dutch because it was the team I supported back in high school years when my favorite player, Ruud Van Nisrelrooy used to play there.
The orenje will rise to the occasion.
uyeh.

So much for the England side that i supported this term,
i was quite glad the final are between these two teams.
even though Spain didn't fire in all cylinder like we expected them to, they surely dominated teams.
They make other team look ordinary by humbling them to their possessive play of football.
So yeah they deserve to be in the final.
While the Dutch, they are disjointed group of people who want to win.
They didn't like each other that much, but they are on a same mission.
Somehow that had created some togetherness among the team members.
They never look like a serious challenger for the cup even though they won all their games, that was until they defeated the mighty brazil.

So, whoever won it, i will be glad. But I really wanted the Dutch to get the big prize as Spain had already won the European Champonship recently.

So, go orenje!



ps : that handball by luis suarez had just produce 2 amazing games in Germany-Uruguay and Netherlands-Uruguay games.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Kuekuatsu

Why the moon is so lonely?

Because she used to have a lover

His name was Kuekuatsu and they lived in the spirit world together.

And every night,
they would wander the skies together.
But, one of the other spirits was jealous.
Trickster wanted the Moon for himself.
So he told Kuekuatsu that the Moon had asked for flowers;
he told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses.
But Kuekuatsu didn't know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back.

And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the Moon and howls her name.
But...

he can never touch her again.





-X-Men Origins

Thursday, July 1, 2010

hey

i put my fragile heart in your box,

wrapped it with ribbons of devotion
trimmed with kisses and smiles




so yeah,


HANDLE WITH CARE

domination no more




reign over

you just can feel it

how sad

filthy creature

you are the kraken from the sea
smothered me with love, and immerse unnoticed.
left me choked with fragmented affection.

you are the tremors beneath the soil
ripped my heart out, and conceal pleasantly.
leave a track here to bleed on its own.

you are the great leonopteryx above the sky
raise my spirit up, before toss it down raucously.
carved a beautiful scar deep in my soul.


you are just one filthy animal that i once in love with
thanks for messing me up








ps : dirakamkan di studio sinematic. sah2 takde kaitan dengan hidup dan mati

Monday, June 28, 2010

linesman itu sebenarnya bekas pekerja tnb

england 1-4 germany

hati patah
jiwa remuk

balik dengan kecewa.

sampai rumah jam 4.55, tolak pintu slow2,
taknak bagi orang jaga.
masuk rumah tengok bapak gua depan tv tengah tidur.

slow2 gua jalan tanak bagi dia jaga.
sampai meja, letak wallet henfon barang2 semua.

tiba-tiba

"yeahhh german menang.haha"

cis tak tidur lagi rupanya dia. saje buat2 tidur ayam.
gua sedikit geram.
gua membuka syarahan berbentuk membackup betapa second goal itu adalah turning point dan bagaimana match akan berubah sekiranya gol itu dikira.
dia mendengar sambil mata tertutup.
seolah2 tidak mendengar.
dia sokong german sebab dulu pernah duduk german.
cis betul alasan menyokong.haha
setelah memberi kira-kira 2 perenggan kenyataan membidas kemenangan german dan tentang gol kedua terbabit gua menuju ke tangga.

rasa mahu naik ke bilik.
sangat kecewa dengan kekalahan england.
hati hancur, luluh
mahu tidur dan lupakan segala-galanya sebentar
ceh lebih2 pula.

satu demi satu anak tangga dinaiki.
mungkin gua dah boleh lupakan kekecewaan ini.
mungkin bukan tahun mereka.
mungkin mereka main tak cukup bagus.
yeah gua dah move on.
dah takkan fikir lagi.

yeahhh move on


sampai depan bilik, gua nampak bilik mak gua lampu terbuka.
gua selak langsir jenguk


nampak mak gua,

"england kena belasah.hahahahahaha"




okay fine

Sunday, June 27, 2010

unlocked me

grounded spirit,
imprisoned heart,

gone down the street to search for your soul

chained melody,
caged harmony,

gone above the sky to search for your music note,


searching for the keys,
to unlocked me.


when i found your melody,
your harmony,

my soul is freed.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

day 3

john isner, nicolas mahut,

you guys are freak


Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

13 points lead counts for nothing

even though i hate the lakers,
i always thought that kobe is one fine player.
the best player on the planet at the moment.
when dwane wade wandering around during the summer,
kobe work his ass off in the gym.
when lebron james going around the world making money during the summer,
kobe practice his shooting at the staples center, like one crazy person.
and he is so damn focused that he even rejected chris rock, the funniest man on earth
haha.

so yeah, he deserves it.

congratulations LA for their title

boston will surely rebuild this coming season

-boston celtics fan


Monday, June 14, 2010

paul pierce rocks

sudah aku koyak mukasurat suka dari kamus.
ronyokkan dan lontar ke tong sampah,
tapi tak masuk.
tak terer baling.
lebih teruk dari perkins.

tapi masih ada sayang.

terus,aku koyak sayang.
ronyokkan dan sekali lagi lontar ke tong sampah.
nasib baik masuk kali ini.
aku dekatkan tong sampah dengan jarak 2 meter.

tapi masih ada cinta.

yang ini,
sungguhnya,
aku tak mampu koyak.
tak mampu ronyok.
tak mampu lontar.

tutup kamus.


sebetulnya,
aku langsung tak mampu sentuh itu.
langsung tak layak.


ps : kau ingat ade kobe, boleh menang senang. miahaha. its about teamwork. go celtics!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

a woman

a woman,
is a creature of heart.
a creature that full with warm devotion and pleasant ardor.

a woman,
doesn't think like a man.
when walking with a man in a park,
a man will see it as simply a walk in a park,
but a woman might see it as a walk across the rainbow.
how beautiful and colorful was the journey.
when hanging out at a local restaurant around the town,
a man will see it as a simple date.
but not a woman,
a woman might see it as a dinner on the clouds,
how pleasurable and handsome was the date.

see,women,
they think differently,

no matter how complex they are,
a woman will always be,
a woman.

a fragile little creature made from love.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

sea of love

you are a sea of love,
so full of affection and fondness.

i used to walk along the beach and just watch you from distance.
but one day, i went different direction,

i went closer.

and once i stepped in,
i dissolved in it.
your wave of tenderness pull me nearer and nearer to the centre.
i tried to swim back to the shore,
but it was too late,

you had brought me to the deepest part,

i had dissolved,
and totally drowned,

in you.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

ecosystem

two different creature sitting side by side on a cable.
one is a bird and the other is a butterfly.
met coincidentally.
convened by fate, with a stroke of luck.
one is offering a feather,
in return of a promise.
a promise that they will meet there occasionally.
the other agreed.
takes the feather and flew away.
away
and away.

the poor little bird keep coming there,
hoping to meet the beautiful butterfly.
sit there, waiting.
waiting.
and waiting.

losing feather, losing hope.
losing faith, losing heart.

just fly away.
there are a lot of beautiful birds out there.
why must you crave for a butterfly.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

quick update

the secret of love is love to love, not love to be loved back,
loving a person is already a happiness,
love doesn't need a happy ending, because love simply never end,
there is no need of holding hand, you just need to believe your heart,
and keep on loving.

Monday, May 31, 2010

coffee shop

i sit quietly at my favorite coffee shop,
staring at my coffee upon the table.
i placed a spoon into the cup,
and stir it properly.
wandering around and observes people.
there are a lot of couples in the coffee shop this morning.

you see,
some people said love is just like a coffee.
bitter and sweet at once.
the mixed contrary feeling shared the same cup.

and you see,
loyalty is just like a sugar.
you add them into coffee to make it sweeter.
some people just keep adding them.
well, adding too much sugar might cause you dearly.
being too loyal is a disease.

and then tolerance,
tolerance resembles a creamer.
you add them to balance it.
but see,
too much creamer will spoil the coffee.

see,
sipping a coffee need a technique,

you have to stir it properly,
not too quick, not too slow.
you have to sip it slowly and gently,
hold the cup and drink it little by little.
and the mixture of sugar and creamer must be right.

but there is a slight different between fall in love with a person and loving a person.
loving a person need a technique.
but fall in love,
well you don't really need one.



ps : saw too much coffees spilled away lately. its just sad. drink them people, do not waste them

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

poem by an african kid

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?

i have

a special secret pocket,
where i kept my favorite cookies.
one with,
extra crunch,
and extra sweet.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

when i died, send me postcards to heaven.

when you decide to take my hand and fill the empty spaces between the fingers,
i can feel the rush of the warm blood beneath my skin.
the arteries are going wild.
the blood vessels freak out.
the sacred touch of your hand flows in the blood from my fingers right up to my chest.
the 4 chambers of my heart are beating and pumping your name ridiculously.
ridiculous and hard
i tried to deny this feeling.
but my body system can't.
my nerve send me weird impulses.
that made me smiled involuntarily.
and sometimes cried continuously.

ps : mungkin vistana tak perlu letak aircond sejuk bagai nak mati.

Monday, May 24, 2010

lucy's paper plane

Wild flowing fields
Photographs of paper planes
And you love me
Watching the sunrise
Pockets filled with forget-me-nots
That say you love me
All along, you were here to stay
Never noticed, till you said I love you on a paper plane
You said I love you on a paper plane
La la la la la la love
La la la la la la love
Cool blowing breeze
Lifts up my feet
To show me you love me
Large paper planes
Take you so far away
But I know you love me
All along, you were here to stay
Never noticed, till you said I love you on a paper plane
You said I love you on a paper plane
La la la la la la love
La la la la la la love
So for all that you do
I will send my lovin’ to you
Boy, you make me fly
Again, again, again
All along, you were here to stay
Never noticed, till you said I love you on a paper plane
You said I love you on a paper plane
La la la la la la love
La la la la la la love

Friday, May 21, 2010

for whom it may concern



ps : currently addicted to lucy schwartz and regina spektor erggghhhh

Sunday, May 16, 2010

one of the points on my 'list to do before i go'

introduce two people who fall in love.

ahh

that would be just great.

Monday, May 3, 2010

wigan hebat

wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat wigan hebat

kalau sebut banyak-banyak kali mungkin wigan boleh jadi betul2 hebat

-penyokong man u yang tak boleh terima kenyataan

Jerry Seinfeld



its amazing that
the amount of news that happen in the world everyday
always just exactly FITS the newspaper

Saturday, May 1, 2010

white crayons



its the drawing of a beautiful evening scene.
what?
you can't see anything?
oh ya.
its because im using white crayon.

i feel for the white crayons.
nobody ever use them.
they often been left out.
people take them for granted.
they sit in their case, unnoticed, untouched.
they must be wondering why.
i bet they felt lonely.
its okay white crayons.
i understand how you feel,
lets be alone together.


note :
people just don't understand the importance of white in their life.
without white, all their expression is unseen.
the beauty of white is it makes other colour stand out.

Monday, April 26, 2010

:)

i love the time like this.
to have the pleasure of sleeping with the music of the beautiful princess ocean.
dozing with the background of the flourish wave dancing smoothly with the unadulterated sand.
the friction sound of the wind doing tap with a familiar moonlight as lullaby.
the rhythm of the handsome little life.
ah

Saturday, April 24, 2010

our time is running out

ice mountains melt away
stone mountains torn away

sea level rise wider and wider.
wind resistance become lesser and lesser.
stormy storm grow stronger and stronger.
volcanic eruption become grimmer and grimmer.

erosion will have no box to fit in.
quake and crack starts to get in.
we're lucky enough if tomorrow we can still breath in.
if there is any hope, let it in.

land will be swept as dust into the sea.
but we're calm enough to still enjoying the tea.

deep conversation will happen between east and west.
loving affair will end between south and north.

the Earth will lose its footing.
statuaries, orbit, galaxy, will be shattered.

ragged.
tattered.

torn apart.
falls apart.

the Earth will stop dancing.
the Earth will stop spinning.
behold.
the Earth is crumbling.

ps : we do know that our time is running out, but why are we still be doing things that doesn't necessarily need to be done.

our time is running out.
our time is running out.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

its okay birdies (oh gloomy Sunday)

gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday.
i felt a kind of drizzle hitting my shoulder.
i thought it was rainy day.
but it is not, it was more tender.

gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday.
the warmness poles apart from a normal rain.
i try to feel the drizzle,
try to understand the degree of warmness.
later i realized.
it was actually the tears came from all the birds up there.

gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday.
they are crying, sadness surrounded the evening sky.
heartrending they are about something.
heart throbbing they are about many things.
its okay birdies,
just cry.
im willing to get wet, and feel your sorrow.
for i can't find a heaven to borrow.

gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday.
please,just go away.

Monday, April 12, 2010

what can you do with a sentimental heart?



ps : sometimes i wish i don't have one

Friday, April 9, 2010

you're like an unknown book with a perfect cover

i wanna read you if you let me.
i wanna keep you by my side always.
i wanna go through you.
line by line,
page by page,
chapter by chapter,
slowly.
i wanna understand what you really are,
i wanna feel your twinge,
i wanna feel your bliss,
i wanna feel you.

.....,........

sometimes a coma, can separates dots from forming a straight line.
if i was the coma, i rather leave and forfeit the line.
and hoping the dots will attached back,to form a firm line this time around.

ps : according to wikipedia, sacrifice means forfeiture of something highly valued for the sake of one considered to have a greater value or claim. sounds fun

Thursday, April 8, 2010

paper plane



lets fly and explore the sky.together

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

read me

i pergi lelong kasut hari ini.

lelong kasut dekat depan longkang.
on the way nak pergi,i kene langgar.
van pula tu yang langgar.
esoknye i masuk hospital.

untung siapa yang dapat kasut tu.

baru-baru ini,
udang belakang rumah
tumbuh kaki

unik tak

hari selasa hari tu
ah seng datang jual
viagra
enam ringgit sekati katanya

anjing laut depan rumah tu
hantar anaknya ke taska agama
memang hari-hari seperti itu
anak-anak mereka ramai
dari isnin hingga jumaat

dalam kasut ada batu
empat ketul semuanya
ambil batu baling jauh-jauh
rasa tidak puas hati,baling kasut pula.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

falling in love at a coffee shop



somehow remind me of my childhood dream,
to open a bookstore that offer customers a sip of coffee.
ala Barnes & Noble.
ahhhhh

ps : idieh al uoy ekil tsuj lrig siht akum

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.



We spend our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words. Sometimes i can't find the right words to describe what friends are. I just can feel it.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

evol

merely epidermic, the tale once told.
uncovered leisurely between a pair of midnight owls.
starts at the slow chapters of a moon stroll,
decided abruptly to enter the phase of bold.


thanks for sharing your branch, freak owl :)

Thursday, March 25, 2010

idieh morf nidih

im hiding the pen in my pocket,
until i found the right words to put in the bracket.

edited : im takin out the pen and hand it to you.lets write things together. lets write mistakes and corrections all over again.you,me and this pen.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

this

i take an evening walk near the garden yesterday.
i saw an old couple.
holding hand,
walking together,slowly.
smiling at each other.
talking.
laughing.
i have no idea how long they been doing it.
but they rocks.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

your legs must be killing you

because you've been running through my mind for the whole day.
cliche,but yeah,
sweet.
sweet,but yeah,
annoying.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Greg's diary

now that you're not around.
all i can do is,
read all your old text messages.
hear back all your voice messages,
until i slept.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Im a playground

you came to me.
you jump around, you swing around,
you run around, you slide around.
you said it was fun.
the smile can tell absolutely that.
there are tiny little flowers around the playground.
i was happy to see that smile on your face when you're running around me like a little kid.
when you get tired,you'd take some rest at the stool.
and then started to run around again.
we're young,stinky,ugly,covered by mud and in love.
and i cherish every moment.
but then,
you started to get bored.
and you said it was not fun anymore.
you jump away, you swing away,
you run away, you slide away.
and that precious beautiful little smile begins to fade away
but hey,
no,im not sad.
maybe a little bit,but its okay.
the track of my tears will grow fainter.
i know whats wrong.i see it coming.
now that you're growing up,
you're looking for a garden instead of a playground.
you felt this place doesn't suits you anymore.
you're demanding a beautiful rose instead of a lame tire swing.
well,good luck in finding your perfect garden.
thanks.
thanks for visiting this junk playground.
thanks for the memories.

if you decide to come back one day,
i would be happy to welcome you.
but this place will not stay the same again when you come back.
i may not be the beautiful garden you're dreaming of,
but that few tiny little flowers around us before,will started to bloom.
this stupid playground will slowly turns into a modest garden.
slowly and humbly.
while still keeping all the swings and slides.
you can come again and sit at the stool.
you can sit around.
but the flowers are not yours anymore.

so long my luckless romance.