past.

Stop.

please.

don't open-up the same old wound.

I'm tired.

And I'm hurt.

But, somehow,

I can't get enough of you. =|

The End

Time keeps slipping by
like sand through an hourglass;
but always I wonder why
life begins and ends so fast.
It is like one minute you are here
the next you are gone,
simply disspeared
like the ending of the dawn.
Darkness seeps in,
takes over the heart;
not one person can win...
it will rip your soul apart.

Err.

Everything that starts,
would eventually comes to an end.

how boring...sheesh

of world.

What more can i offer the world,
When i can only give the world nothing.

What more can i offer the world,
When I'm the one who need something.

I dare not speak of that "something",
For I'm afraid that "something" would runaway.

I dare not speak of it,
For i don't have strength nor courage.

I dare not speak of anything.

one way street.

Was it my fault?
or was it the situation that forced me
to drive my heart out
on this one way street of love.

I am.
I do..
I wish...

Damn it.
I could not speak nor
write about matters of heart.

Find You.

credits: http://xkcd.com

I just want you to know that:-

When the cold nights been sleepless
and faith turned to be weakly hopeless
in the sharp darkness that never shines
when I had truly nothing to call mine

I met you..

when the roads been long and I was lost
& the sun's light seemed never to last
days passed by , crossing back to the past..
when I never truly felt these days un-noticed

I felt you..

when I walked the unknown with tears ahead.
Fear pumped my heart for the unknowns threat
Blood boiled through my frozen dead soul..and
just when I needed to live again & feel whole

I found you..

Yes,you.

The one who catch me when i fall,
and save me from the darkness after all.
You are like an angel or a saint,
You've made me feel i was reborn again.

Winnie the pooh

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.

-Winnie the Pooh

Sweetest god damn bear on the face of this earth.

BOOOOM

credits: http://www.booooooom.com/

This is part of an art project to give words of encouragement to people. The world is already so full of pessimism and negativity, it would be nice to tell the people you care and love how awesome they really are :)

Children of tomorrow

credits: http://tinrulestheworld.tumblr.com/post/85719073/children-live-what-they-learn

Treat the children as how they should be treated. Or at least, for the child in us all.

Omerta

be in the zone, know what ur doing, think right and make the decision.

cuz sometimes we tend to make the wrong decisions, which eventually hurt the people around us. i know its cliche, but have u ever thought how the people around really can be affected even though u swear to god it has nothing to do with others, only urself?

reconsider if u say no.

i dont know what im crapping earlier, but what i wanna talk bout now is Omerta.

do u know what is omerta?

omerta is a noun for people who commit crime but keep it as a secret and not letting the authority know bout the crime u did. usually this involves secrecy in a mafia group.

but nevertheless, it also implies individually. well at least i believe it implies individually. i also believe omerta is just not about criminal activities but any crime that u do to urself, be it love or feelings.

do justice to ur self. 

stand up straight and say out loud what do u feel, what hurts u. what decision ur going to make. gather the courage and move forward and not backwards.

it might hurt a lil bit but hell, u have a long way to go, there are other things to achieve,to know, to feel and to love.

dont lie to urself my friends.

dont torture urself.

dont commit omerta to whats important the most.

yeah by that i mean ur heart and feelings.

whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. whoever cannot take care of themself without the law is both.

such is the rule of honor...

fuz.

He gives; only what you can take.

credits: gapingvoid.com

Shit always happens for a reason. Be strong enough to realise.

The lamp post

I cannot promise you,
the life of kings and queens,
but i can promise you happiness,
I cannot promise you fame,
but we'll live out of love.

I will love your beauty,
that comes from your heart,
for Your face and body,
though i cherish a lot,
is temporary.
but the beauty of you heart,
lasts forever.

As we grow older,
my love to you
will be the same,
if not more.
Because even till then
my eyes see the beauty of your heart
that will not cease,
and that matters the most.

I cannot offer you
the face of a model,
the body of an athlete.
But my offer to you,
is the heart of an angel,
the mind of a saint,
The passion of the passionate.

I still can't promise you
the life of a superstar,
but everything we do,
we'll do out of love
An adventurous journey
of love shared between us,
And happiness
our sunset
our sunrise.


If you still want the lights and the red carpet and the voices cheering your name, I shall buy a rag, dye it in red, I shall buy a radio and i shall play the recorded voices of your name cheered
under the lamp post and we shall walk on the rag while we imagine happily that we're superstars.

of butterflies and peanut butter

O' butterflies.
please stop flying around in my stomach.

I seem not to understand.
why i felt this way.

I feel awkward,
I feel jealous,

I feel..
weird..

-_-"

Ingati Kisah Kelabu

Beratus-ratus tahun telah ku tunggu supaya mentari dikelami jerebu. Bukan sengaja niat aku mewarnakan dunia menjadi haru kelabu tanpa biru sebegitu. Sesungguhnya, kelabu ini bukanlah warna asli pun.

Ia diantara yang sesat dalam proses pembentukan, penciptaan dan penamaan warna-warna sedunia. Ianya tidak hitam, tidak putih. Tidak kuning dan tentunya tidak biru. Kelabu sentiasa dikaitkan dengan nilai-nilai kemuraman dan kecelakaan. Jikalau kelabu punyai sebuah hati yang mampu dilukai, sudah tentu ia telah lama pecah umpama cerita epik romantis dua orang yang diperbodohkan cinta, diselami takdir dan ditinggalkan bersendirian dan berjauhan dengan misi paling mencabar sekali, mencari diri.

Lalu menyibuk pula seorang pengembala bintang di sudut dunia tidak bernama. Katanya padaku, "Aku telah menyaksikan kejadian bumi kamu. Pada hari ketiga penciptaannya, satu sahaja warna yang wujud, dialah kelabu. Namun pada hari kelima, kelabu diperli bintang kerana tidak mampu bersinar sepertinya. Pudar, muram dan buruk. Haprak, habuk tak mengaku kawan. Itu sajalah ia."

"Dalam sekelip mata, kelabu yang terasa seperti urat-urat yang menyokong hatinya, putus satu demi satu. Tck. Tck.... Tck. Lalu meletuplah dalam diam menjadi bertrilion-trilion mikro atom yang menakluki dunia melalui titisan air. Itu yang dinamakan hujan oleh seangkuhnya manusia.

Dan terbentuklah satu implikasi yang terdiri daripada tujuh warna terindah di dunia. Sehingga hari ini kesannya kau dan aku dapat lihat.

Maka setiap kali kau terjumpa pelangi, ingati bahawasanya aku tercerai hati.

Dan dari mana datangnya keindahan ini."


Haram jadah.

Penipu punya pengembala bintang.

Aku pasti aku kena kencing.

Basah hujung kepalaku.