Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Does it hurt you to see? That we're a different creature?
Does it hurt you to know? That we're different in our own ways, much more than you know?
Its different, we're in different worlds. The light on your side is bright, mine maybe not. But that doesn't mean you're more aware than I am.

How can you really make sure?

Monday, August 29, 2011

If only.

If only they know how much it fucking hurts, to be reminded of things. If only we are able to have failsafe preparations, in case the unthinkable happens. Fuck everything else, i'm going to do things my own way.

Tomorrow is Eid, why the fuck am i feeling so shite.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Thoughtcast 4

Somehow I wonder how the fuck did I get here. Its a neverending lesson, we all know this already. Thoughts overwhelms us, hours minutes seconds. Got myself a foothold on your castle, your castle will I conquer..

Appreciate. You've learned it, next time I want you to fucking live it.

Sunday, May 29, 2011


I find no pleasure in waiting for storms to calm

I know I can't escape fate, nor can I pretend to forget things


This is unnecessary.

Kalau cela jangan pandang cerminnya, kalau luka jgn guris parutnya. 
Isi yang manis tinggalkan untuk yang terakhir, tapi jangan pula kasih kau perbahagi. 
Percakapan semalam siapa yang tahu seriusnya, kita manusia bicara ikut hati- ikut saat ketika. 
Tolong aku, ku mahu kau tolong aku.

Really, really unnecessary.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


There's a place somewhere far away, lost in the consciousness and anticipations of every day's tale- a tale that needs to be remembered, to be passed down to the kins; A place where everything(we'd like to think) was right and bright, where everything(we'd lie) is beautiful and pretty. A place where you and I have both been, a place where we spent our feelings(on everything that we shouldn't have to), a place we doom to get back to..

Why should we worry about everything, why should we worry about our failings, why should we worry about things-that-could-have-happen-s, why? Why should we worry about things that are out of our power, out of our hands, and ultimately- was out of our imaginations?

We often find ourselves questioning our actions, but do we actually question ourselves this - who cares?

Close your eyes, take off all your dirty clothes and boots, smash all the mementos around, light up a match and burn the place down.