falling in love is a madness act that moved at its own pace. it is not a dependable variable that follow the pace of the person we are falling with.no, it moved on its own. the person who we are falling with meanwhile, have the pace of their own. these two feelings have things for each other but they doesn't move simultaneously, sometimes its too early or too fast and sometimes its too slow or too late.the uneven velocity is the problem. its not like physics, where you can calculate simultaneous collision by predicting the result at every point of collision or resting contact by using the formula vf = −e vi. no, falling in love is not science for fuck sake, its beyond logic. we can't predict the pace and velocity of others. falling in love is taking risk, an act that you commit alone, not together. the feelings will collide every now and then, and it is what you do during the collision (ignoring the fact that you didn't know its a collision phase) that determine the outcome.
ps: selamat ulangtahun
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
i ask my heart,
i ask my heart, why i can't sleep at nights..
my heart replied,
its because you sleep in the afternoon. don't act like you're in love all the time : D
my heart replied,
its because you sleep in the afternoon. don't act like you're in love all the time : D
Sunday, October 9, 2011
staring star
i have to find the perfect spot,
the reliable telescopes,
the right mood,
and the calmest night,
to gaze at the sky,
and stare at the most beautiful star
dancing its way on galaxies,
or i can just wait until its monday,
and sit beside you.
ps: happy birthday to me. yeay
the reliable telescopes,
the right mood,
and the calmest night,
to gaze at the sky,
and stare at the most beautiful star
dancing its way on galaxies,
or i can just wait until its monday,
and sit beside you.
ps: happy birthday to me. yeay
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday in winter
i love you little
but so straightforwardly
for that is more,
than loving you immense
but so complexly
modest,
but relentless
unassuming,
self effacing
little by little i love you
until it is not so straightforward anymore
what started off as a quiet emotion
little by little,
turn into something that is not so little anymore
louder and louder it grew,
from Wednesday in winter to Saturday in summer
depict a major emotion cry out
from day to day,
to days
for today i love you immense,
and now it becomes complex
but so straightforwardly
for that is more,
than loving you immense
but so complexly
modest,
but relentless
unassuming,
self effacing
little by little i love you
until it is not so straightforward anymore
what started off as a quiet emotion
little by little,
turn into something that is not so little anymore
louder and louder it grew,
from Wednesday in winter to Saturday in summer
depict a major emotion cry out
from day to day,
to days
for today i love you immense,
and now it becomes complex
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
dissolve in me
now come to me, my frozen summer bee
around me linger, until its winter
fold thyself around sweet cuppa tea,
sleep honey bee don't you worry
hear my ancient letter, close your eyes my dear,
crumble upon ye lily, until gone, thou weary
glide into thy sea, and dissolve in me
and in love with me and me only
around me linger, until its winter
fold thyself around sweet cuppa tea,
sleep honey bee don't you worry
hear my ancient letter, close your eyes my dear,
crumble upon ye lily, until gone, thou weary
glide into thy sea, and dissolve in me
and in love with me and me only
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
a fish that has a secret wish
And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes.
kimya dawson
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes.
kimya dawson
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
remote astro rosak
love means differently for different person. how you define love might not be the same as how aunty jual surat khabar dekat tepi lorong define it. but that doesn't mean aunty jual surat khabar tepi lorong punya love wasn't true.it is not the same, but that is how she define it, it is true to her. each of us has different kind of heart, rasa lain-lain. cara tunjuk sayang lain-lain, cara tunjuk ambil berat lain-lain. people have their own ways to express feelings. tapi apek jual kerepek depan flat sana perogol bersiri
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
saka
sekarang ini jam menunjukkan pukul 2.18 pagi,
aku tengah makan nasi tomato,
lauk daging kicap dengan ayam kari,
pinggan yang ketiga
aku tengah makan nasi tomato,
lauk daging kicap dengan ayam kari,
pinggan yang ketiga
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Angel
Angel
I have a dream of you I can't defined
You've been on my mind
Don't go
I'll be lost without you by my side
Lost and on my own
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Angel
Your brightest star is shining next to mine
Every night and day
Do you know
Stars exploded then they fade away
Then they fade away
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Would you please be my baby
Come by and I lay you down
I'm loving when you say I love you too
Won't you please be my honey
I'm sorry that I let you down
Your eyes are breaking my heart in two
Break my heart in two
Angel
May the One above us keep you safe
For the rest of days
If He knows
How I love the smile all on your face
He guide you here to stay
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah angel
*when you're silent it speaks, when you speak it is silent
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
LOL
Perempuan: "Awak tengok apa lagi? Dah azan tu."
Lelaki: "Tengok muka awak. Kan sunat berbuka dengan yang manis-manis."
Lelaki: "Tengok muka awak. Kan sunat berbuka dengan yang manis-manis."
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
lovers in Paris
ze beautiful sunset creeps behind Eiffel
center of Les Lilas and Maison Blanche
charming orange sky of Paris hums affection wordlessly
romantic whispering of zephyr starts to flow slowly
tickles every hearts in the city of love
j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde
center of Eiffel, there was you and I
holding hands,
palm to palm, chest to chest.
softly our noses collide
gazing at each other,
smiling
lookin inside ze chocolate rounded eyes makes me melt
en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins
stealing kisses upon the fading shadows
murmurs sweet promises that only heaven knows
lost in the mist of love
two lovers who fall in love in Paris
on such a wonderful and tender orange evening, i just wanna say
je t'aimerai toute ma vie
center of Les Lilas and Maison Blanche
charming orange sky of Paris hums affection wordlessly
romantic whispering of zephyr starts to flow slowly
tickles every hearts in the city of love
j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde
center of Eiffel, there was you and I
holding hands,
palm to palm, chest to chest.
softly our noses collide
gazing at each other,
smiling
lookin inside ze chocolate rounded eyes makes me melt
en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins
stealing kisses upon the fading shadows
murmurs sweet promises that only heaven knows
lost in the mist of love
two lovers who fall in love in Paris
on such a wonderful and tender orange evening, i just wanna say
je t'aimerai toute ma vie
Monday, August 22, 2011
Ahmad Nawab bin Syamsul Subkidin Baki
Ahmad Nawab sedang berkira-kira untuk meluahkan perasannnya terhadap makcik kantin sekolah depan rumahnya, Sherry. tak padan dengan makcik kantin, nama macam artis.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. keropok ikan eh. saya paling suka keropok ikan. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak. selalunya hari isnin lah saya fikir pasal awak, hari selasa pun sama jugak. bila hari minggu banyak sikit dari hari rabu dengan khamis. hari jumaat saya pergi semayang jumaat. saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. terutamanya keropok ikan. awak suka saya?"
Ahmad Nawab type pada henfonnya. belum send lagi, Ahmad Nawab baca balik apa yang ditulisnya. takut2 kalau ada tersalah tulis ke kan. selepas baca, Ahmad Nawab membuat beberapa potongan kepada ayat yang tidak perlu ala2 editor di Random House agar luahan perasaaan ini kedengaran lebih padu di henfon milik Sherry
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
okay kali ini punya lebih mantap bilang Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. dah buang segala hari2 apa yang pukimak tidak perlu sebentar tadi. hal keropok ikan juga sudah dipendekkan. nak send ke nh. aish baca balik lah kata Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. Ahmad Nawab nh asek kata dalam hati je.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
yang nh lebih kemas rasanya kata Ahmad Nawab bukan di dalam hati. tapi kenapa tiba2 lepas bangun tidur cakap saya suka awak pulak. macam tak kena je.takut niat tu tak sampai pulak, macam panjang sangat je. bila nak luah perasaan nh ayat kena pendek dan bermakna. dieditnya oleh Ahmad Nawab buat kali terakhir.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. awak goreng keropok sedap la. saya suka makan keropok terutamanya keropok ikan"
message delivered.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. keropok ikan eh. saya paling suka keropok ikan. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak. selalunya hari isnin lah saya fikir pasal awak, hari selasa pun sama jugak. bila hari minggu banyak sikit dari hari rabu dengan khamis. hari jumaat saya pergi semayang jumaat. saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. terutamanya keropok ikan. awak suka saya?"
Ahmad Nawab type pada henfonnya. belum send lagi, Ahmad Nawab baca balik apa yang ditulisnya. takut2 kalau ada tersalah tulis ke kan. selepas baca, Ahmad Nawab membuat beberapa potongan kepada ayat yang tidak perlu ala2 editor di Random House agar luahan perasaaan ini kedengaran lebih padu di henfon milik Sherry
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
okay kali ini punya lebih mantap bilang Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. dah buang segala hari2 apa yang pukimak tidak perlu sebentar tadi. hal keropok ikan juga sudah dipendekkan. nak send ke nh. aish baca balik lah kata Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. Ahmad Nawab nh asek kata dalam hati je.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
yang nh lebih kemas rasanya kata Ahmad Nawab bukan di dalam hati. tapi kenapa tiba2 lepas bangun tidur cakap saya suka awak pulak. macam tak kena je.takut niat tu tak sampai pulak, macam panjang sangat je. bila nak luah perasaan nh ayat kena pendek dan bermakna. dieditnya oleh Ahmad Nawab buat kali terakhir.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. awak goreng keropok sedap la. saya suka makan keropok terutamanya keropok ikan"
message delivered.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Cancer (20 June - 21 July)
Remembering
hanging, but stammering:
This is the language of love.
A pleasure,
A treasure.
A gift without measure.
This is the beauty of love,
Mystical
Lyrical
Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.
More than a year has passed
Since you and I
Parted in grief and tears
Today at last
A letter came
One tiny, narrow sheet.
Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
A hundred times
To read its words of love.
This is love; two souls
That freely meet, and
Have no need
Of proving anything.
-mom, 1975
legen wait for it, dary
hanging, but stammering:
This is the language of love.
A pleasure,
A treasure.
A gift without measure.
This is the beauty of love,
Mystical
Lyrical
Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.
More than a year has passed
Since you and I
Parted in grief and tears
Today at last
A letter came
One tiny, narrow sheet.
Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
A hundred times
To read its words of love.
This is love; two souls
That freely meet, and
Have no need
Of proving anything.
-mom, 1975
legen wait for it, dary
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
quick update
ramadhan is approaching
thanks Allah for giving me a chance to come upon another ramadhan
alhamdulillah
i hope this ramadhan will be a meaningful one
i wish i could make masjid as a place where i hang out the most,
and make all amalan my bestfriends
just for this special month at least.
insyaAllah
you know, a lot of people are lost.
wander without a reason.
they forget the main purpose in life
sometimes people need a reminder
hope this coming ramadhan will serve as a kick in the head to all people out there, including me.
thanks Allah for giving me a chance to come upon another ramadhan
alhamdulillah
i hope this ramadhan will be a meaningful one
i wish i could make masjid as a place where i hang out the most,
and make all amalan my bestfriends
just for this special month at least.
insyaAllah
you know, a lot of people are lost.
wander without a reason.
they forget the main purpose in life
sometimes people need a reminder
hope this coming ramadhan will serve as a kick in the head to all people out there, including me.
Monday, June 13, 2011
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