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

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.

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.

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

for whom it may concern

ps : currently addicted to lucy schwartz and regina spektor erggghhhh

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.

wigan hebat

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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

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.