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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

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.

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.

what can you do with a sentimental heart?

ps : sometimes i wish i don't have one

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

paper plane

lets fly and explore the sky.together

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.

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.