Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Biar aku sahaja tahu.

Macam Kokokaina sebelum Zee Avi.

Dan bagi yang kenal siapa Marylin Monroe tapi tidak Norma Jean.

Sama dengan  Billy Talent sebelum American Idol. (Atau Mawi kalau kau mahu, personally, bukan untuk aku. Not ever.)

Setiap sesuatu bermula dengan apa yang kita tidak tahu. Benda itu, kadang-kadang kita panggil kemungkinan, kadang-kadang kita panggil peluang. Dan selalunya orang panggil dia takdir. Tapi, itu sebenarnya terpulang pada aku, pada kau. Pada mereka. Mungkin juga terpulang dengan benda itu yang kadang-kadang orang panggil tuah.

Macam gitar lama yang terbiar bersawang. Aku tak tahu kalau aku boleh menghasilkan sesuatu. Dan tangan aku pun bergerak. mencuba. Ini aku panggil. Risiko.

Apa yang aku kerjakan?

Biar aku seorang yang tahu.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Dream is my happy place

What's your favourite dream?
Is your dream colorless like mine?
Or is it vivid?

Can you see the faces of people you dreamt about,
Or do they have 'it-is-her/him' feeling that I felt?
Dreams are my happy place. Almost.

Until I dreamt of dreams I have awake..

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Having said everything you want to say

you think I lost just because I didn't say anything back. The truth is, I feel sorry for you to say anything at all. So I just let you think you won this.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Hati lawan rasional

Berperang dengan rasa ingin titik
terus.
Perang ini rasanya tak akan pernah menang.
Daerah ini sudah basah dengan peluh darah air mata
Lali dengan jerit perih

Aku sedang kalah
Dan tak mampu senyum pun.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

crappy not worth reading.

crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap
y.

who am i? i am nobody.

i just feel super crappy. i should go to sleep. it's 15 after 3 in the morning.

i shouldnt post this in this blog. didnt fit the pofile.

but i just feel crappy. couldn't care less. i want to stare right into your eyes, try to tower over you, -i know i would need to tiptoe- and scream it to your face, 'you know, right? you know.' and i want to make it as accusative as possible.

i am talking to you. yes you.

YOU KNOW, RIGHT? YOU KNOW.

im too tired. but i just cant get an effing sleep.

these measly things are being thought over too much to do any good. demit.

and him. he cant even say it when he disagree. crumbs. hek. 

Oh. you stupid orthodox. go to sleep now. please.

or i would have to knock you dead my self.

Friday, November 13, 2009

it's about time

i won't write in capital letters. they look selfish. like saying i'm important, notice me. you must see me. so i won't write in capital letters. i won't write in paragraphs eeither. they waste the spac3. i won't correct my typo error. because i want to see mu mistakes and learn from them. if there's anything i ever regert it is not kissing you when i feel like it. because now, it has become the farthest, it is a place i could never arrive at again. it scares me that it will happen again. that i will lose someone else the way i lose you. not even having the chance to say goodbye. the hollow in me just gets deeper. its just scary to think that this will happen again and again. i wante to resolve to never loving anyone anymore. but i have no control of my heart. no control of what will happen. should i just lock the door and stay inside forever/. just look out the window and see the rain, the sun and the rainbow. and maybe juast maybe. watch you passing by with that nonchalant look on ypur face.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Tahu apa yang aku rindu?

Mudah saja.

Masa kita bersama.

Mungkin juga aku rindu kau.

Monday, November 2, 2009

The whatever it is

It ain't no rainbow,

it ain't no wonderland.

Ain't no fairy tales neither.

We don't have to pretend we don't know.

We can try.

I think we should.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Bertelingkah

Dan aku berjalan longlai pulang ke mahallah.

Aku perasan, aku tak punya sesiapa kecuali kau.

Sekarang, aku rasa nak berpoligami.

Otak aku kosong.

Langsung tak sedar hari tak hujan.

Yang basah itu cuma pipi aku.

Tell me darling, is this the end, or what?

Cos I'm hurting and you're not here.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Berlalu

Akan pergi dari sini.
Tapi sebelum itu.
Aku mahu beritahu kamu dulu.
Aku cinta kamu.
Aku mahu kamu.
Aku mimpi kamu.

Sedang berlalu dari sini.
Tapi sebelum itu.
Aku mahu beritahu kamu.
Dulu.
Aku cinta kamu.
Dulu.
Aku mahu kamu.
Dulu.
Aku mimpi kamu.

Aku sudah tiada lagi di situ.
Jadi bila kita jumpa nanti.
Aku mahu beritahu kamu.
Dulu, aku pernah cinta kamu.

Ingatkan aku untuk beritahu.

2248 10 Oct
ps: Ini bukan pasal Syafeeq

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Listen. Listen to me.

You're holding something yours.
It's worn out.
Your other hand is brushing along new things at a store.
Be it silk, or linen or cotton or denim.
Yes, they sure felt good on your touch.

But you can only hold something with one hand.
Don't let go of the thing you have just because the silk felt better.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Primadona

Primadona.

Siapa yang kau jadi hari ini?

Watak apa yang kau jadi hari ini?

Siapa yang kau jadi hari ini?

Watak apa yang kau jadi hari ini?

Primadona.

Siapa kau?

Siapa kau?

Primadona.

Esok apa pula?

Monday, October 5, 2009

Kenapa aku ada kamu.

Kerana, kalau side mirror rosak,
Kamu boleh tolong aku melihat kesilapan aku yang lalu.

Dan pemanduan kita lebih selamat.

Semoga kita sampai ke destinasi dengan nafas yang masih berhembus.

ps: Ini spontan ketika membalas comment Jayzuan.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Tak Endah/ Pasrah (?)

"Tak habis pikir ku jadinya, kau bisa membuatku cinta padamu.."

Aku masih membiarkan lagu itu bernyanyi sendiri.
Mengatakan bukan dia. Bukan dia.
Malah aku membiarkan dia.
Membiarkan angin kaku bertiup di laman yang kami.
Aku duga dia panggilnya persahabatan.

Pasti dia tidak menjadi Majnun yang menghanyutkan bunga ke desa Laila.
Mahupun berseru angin membawa haruman Laila kepadanya.

Aku juga bukan Laila yang mabuk Majnun.
Dan dia cuma si Majnun yang mabuk cinta bukan mabukkan pencinta.

Maka aku biarkan lagi lagu itu berulang di dalam kotak perasaan yang makin lelah
Lelah.
Biarkan kotak lagu ini habis baterinya.

ps: ini cuba dibuat macam pop/urban/moden art. tapi kurang menjadi~

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Lagi, tentang pilihan.

Hari ini, berdiri di antara dua jalan.
Seperti di dalam 'The Road Not Taken'.
Seperti Juliet yang di beri peluang kedua memilih antara Romeo dan Paris.
Bukan, kerana pasti si Juliet memilih Romeo lagi.

Maka, aku harus tetap menjadi Luna.
Ya, with my personal Romeo and Paris.

Mari kita reinvent Romeo and Juliet.

Bagaimana kalau Juliet dan Paris itu kawan baik?
Bagaimana kalau Paris itu sangat memahami dan penyayang?
Bagaimana kalau cinta Romeo hanyalah satu infatuation seperti mana cintanya terhadap Rosalie?
Bagaimana kalau Romeo tidak pernah jatuh cinta pada Juliet?
Bagaimana kalau Juliet tidak pasti kalau Romeo itu cintakah padanya?
Bagaimana kalau Romeo tidak pernah tahu cinta Juliet?

Dan di the road diverged in two,
Luna mahu memilih siapa?
Paris yang memegang tangannya, ataupun Romeo yang memiliki hatinya?

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Gnawing at me.

This want of you.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Test mike, 123

Your hand in mine.
Your cold white hand.
Those slender fingers,

frightened,

lonely

Those fingers
Made promises of not letting go

Those fingers
Capable of lies

Promises.
Broken.
There's no me anywhere under your sun.

I'm just an umbrella you use on rainy days.

Should I have thrown away my heart
And not let you hold on to me

I should

Should I have make use of my head
And not let you have all of me

I should

Should I have employ self interest and walk away
And be happy

I should.

But then again,
Do I have to say this?

We are different after all.

So even if I want to, I can't.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I want both

Because I need one to keep the kitchen cooking.

Another, to keep me sane.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

We'll keep everything

As if our ghosts will live.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Lost of words

Far.
But still, you are a voice in my head.

Like the untangible wind.
I can't see you.

You.
Making me saying all kinds of cliches.

Rustling through my veins.
Trespassing my thoughts.

Ravaging my concentration.

I'm at lost of words.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Finding each other I

The sky was bleak. The clouds grey with rain, drift slowly before they finally came to a halt. The air felt damp and cool.

The park was empty. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this park is the heart of some other bigger creature. And human are actually the neurotransmitters, the trees;cells and the animals blood,' She shoved away her ridiculous thought as instantly as it popped in her head.

The sandpaper on her lap was still virginal. She couldn't just make her hand to draw something. She couldn't focus.

The fact that everyone keep saying that she was very much lucky than others suffocated her. She could not say that there was a hollow in her. A part she could not fill with money, possessions nor friends. Regardless whether the 'friends' were truly friends.

The twisted family she had, she remembered that everybody was after something. And she was left out once because she had nothing. Nothing at all. She was not the smartest, not the prettiest, not the funniest and she didn't even bother to suck up people.

She hated her parents for being poor. She never told anyone that they had a mountain of debts. She was vain, proud despite having nothing to be proud of. She was a person with honour and dignity. That's what she kept on repeating to herself. She hated her parents for being selfish. She hated them for their miserable divorce. She hated them for dying. What more, she hated them because she turned out to be like them.

'Hello princess! How are you?' Mr Atkinson suddenly said a smile on his face as he was passing by. This old man who lived alone in a cottage in the neighbourhood had always been kind and sometimes he would invite her over for tea.
'Mr Atkinson! I'm fine thank you, how are you?' she exclaimed, brightening her face as she spoke.
'I feel like a young man today!' at that they both laughed.'Couldn't find a subject interesting enough love?' he asked with a grin on his face, referring to her empty sandpaper.
'I can't find peace.' she replied.
'That, I can't help you with. Ask the power that be.' he said with reverence. Patting her shoulder, he walked away smiling.
At that, she let her right hand did the job.
Counting her blessings. Painting her hopes and dreams. Every good things she ever had. The reasons she was still standing strong.
A very simple painting. It's not even original. A painting of clouds, a very bright sun peeking from behind and a flock of birds flying. Then she scribbled, almost blended in the painting, 'And submit to Allah alone and do not associate anything with Him'.
And at that she felt at peace.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The death of love

Rest in peace..

Don't ever get reincarnated.

This world is too full with pain and misery for you.

You found eternity..

So, yes, you rest in peace.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Just because

Ikutkan saja angin yang bertiup.

Biarkan saja lalang berbuai.

Dan rasakan biar benar sejuk yang singgah di pipi

membelai setiap satu ikal itu.

Kerana mungkin esok tak senyaman ini.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

....

"Ebyll, isn't it hard to miss someone you don't know? That you never met?"
She paused and smiled, "Yes, that's quite romantic of you.."

Sigh.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Possibilities

... is just wonderful.

How would you know if ...?

How would I know if ...?

How would we know if ...?

How should we know?

There are plenty of possibility.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Hate as much as you may.
Talk bad about me.
Envy me.

You are the only one who care.

But then, maybe it's ok.

Because I don't give a ***n

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Tak Bisa Memiliki

Bila
Waktuku tersisa
Untuk s'lalu di sisi
Menjaga hatimu

Aku
'Kan s'lalu mencoba
Berikan yang terbaik
Untuk kau miliki

Tapi maafkan aku
Waktuku hanya sesaat

Aku tak bisa memiliki
Menjaga cintamu
Walau sesungguhnya hatiku mencintaimu, memilikimu

Aku tak ingin kau terluka
Mencintai aku

Hapuslah air matamu dan lupakan aku

Sendiri
Di batas asaku
Hanya ingin kau bahagia
Jalani hidupmu

-Dygta

Ya, kalau nasyid atau lagu jiwang, Indo lebih layan.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Breathing a feeling

Lemas.
Lemas dengan perasaan sendiri.
Dan erti tidur tak lena?
Akhirnya, aku mengerti.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Mess

Waking up, I realize I still have you by my side.
Skins apart.
Weird the story between us.
When did it start?
Will it halt to an end..?

It's like when you had too much bitter chocolate.
You'll start to taste blood.
You don't want to stop.

no, we didn't want to stop.

And I realize, you still have your arms around me.
The mess we are in.

Beautiful.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Stolen from me.

kamu juga seperti bulan?

hehe..

aku dan bulan, semacam ada something between us.

an affair, which brings my thoughts soaring to heights I can't reach.

depth I can't ponder.

because, we share a thing in common.

luna-cy.

do you know if we share the same feeling?

Or perhaps, the different sides of the same feeling?

Apa ni?

Perasaan ini merosakkan poet yang ada dalam aku.

I can no longer articulate things I feel.

I am no longer capable of understanding what I feel.

I feel.

Feel...?

I am stolen from myself.

Friday, May 29, 2009

kau senyum

malam ini aku sendiri.

dan kau di atas sana kelam.

namun masih tersenyum.

dan aku harap aku juga mampu tersenyum seperti kamu.

*bulan sabit lama yang macam tersenyum tapi suram*

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Seeing them a lot lately

And I saw that thing we both fancy.
I kind of start seeing them a lot lately.
Now that I know you like it too.
You told me, "White is the best!"

And I saw that thing we both like.
I kind of start seeing them a lot lately.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Opick-Rapuh

detik waktu terus berjalan
berhias gelap dan terang
suka dan duka tangis dan tawa
tergores bagai lukisan
seribu mimpi berjuta sepi
hadir bagai teman sejati
di antara lelahnya jiwa
dalam resah dan air mataku
persembahkan kepadaMu
yang terindah dalam hidup
meski ku rapuh dalam langkah
kadang tak setia kepadaMu
namun cinta dalam jiwa
hanyalah padaMu
maafkanlah bila hati
tak sempurna mencintaiMu
dalam dadaku harap hanyadiriMu
yang bertahta
detik waktu terus berlalu
semua berakhir padaMu

Link

Sunday, May 17, 2009

It was summer when we met for the first time.

We laugh, we cry together.

Then autumn came.

We get to know each other better.

We warmed each other hand.

Then winter creeps.

We've known each other too well for the good of our relationship.

And we are like pieces of melting ice drifting in the creek.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

L'arc en Ciel- Rainbow

My feelings are filled with the performance of time with a clear voice
The endless future continue to walk to your eyes

My heart is honestly fragile
Everybody around me is breaking
Suddenly in the sudden rain, although you stop again
You still believe in me

Higher than everyone else
Close to the sky
I am close to something bright and shinny
I wished for light
If I was burning, I will be okay
Everything is accompanying the truth

untitled

if only i was that angel,
who could touch your soul,
understand your pains and sorrow
and stay with you until tomorrow...

...can you feel my love?

Change

the world feels different to me.
I don't know that I care

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Falling in love.

If I hugged you,
would you never let go?

If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?

If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?

If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?

If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?

If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?

If I needed to go,
would you come with me?

If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?

After love

What will be come of us?

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Of love and guilt

Because you have been leading him on, you now feel guilty.

Of what?

You realize, you don't love him the way he loves you.

You never did.

The words he said, though beautiful, hurt like a knife piercing your heart.

And you don't want to lose him as well.

Selfish.

"What's wrong with being selfish?" they said.

Perasaan

Terpinggir kah?

Di bencikah?

Perasaan semata-mata...

Itu memang lumrah.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009

mathematical equation of a love triangle

lying together in the back of a flatbed truck, we make three irrufutable points;

a: that we have managed to outlive romeo and juliet
b: that imperfection may, in fact, be perfect, and
c: we are untouchable

and none of us saythe obvious, that we have long since passed
the (d:) point of no return

we drink cheap wine from paper cups and it tastes
like vinegar, but no one can deny
the grandeurof it all. we are royalty, owners
of sea and sky and spray-painted sidewalk,
and her hand is on my thigh when you kissed me.
you like to quote shakespeare in the spaces between
conversation. i thought it was clever, but she laughs
and calls you pretentious, blowing smoke rings and bubbles.
he's dead, she says, and we aren't. these are our moments.
this is our stage. then she kisses us both and laughs.
four days later you're shaking me awake, nevermind the hangover or the stink of sweat. your eyes are bright
with a shine that's sorrow, not cigarettes. you spit the news
and then you throw her flamingo ashtray against the wall,
break its plastic neck.
goddamn it, you say, and it's not real
until i see you crying. i stare at her silhoutte
in my sheets.
she can't be gone, i say. shakespeare
is dead. not her.
but from there it is forgetting, the slow fade of detail
and description. i cannot see the curve of her shoulder
or the rings on her fingers, and i wish i had thought to memorize
the sound of her laugh.
there are no photographs. there is nothing
but a closed casket and a concrete marker. after the funeral
we drink for days and never talk. she has made us
a broken thing. two sides of a triangle cannot be a whole.
you take flowers to her grave and read her the kind of poetry
she hated. when i ask why, you smile. finally you say
because it would piss her off, stupid selfish bitch, and i understand
completely. we were not enough for her. we gave her ourselves,
and we were not enough to hold her down.
in the end, this is our truth.you close your book and say, i love her.
and i say, yes.

-Laura Hinkle

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Rippling reflections

Through the mirror you can see,
Something quite unlike me.
And the world that lays behind,
It’s something neither nice nor kind.
And the girl that’s there,
She seems so unaware.
Of her tear streaked face,
Or her hair that’s out of place.
Hearts are hidden from our sight,
And shadows flicker in the light.
Patterns scatter over glass,
As the shadows seem to pass.
The reflection always changes,
Although it stays the same.
Now it’s filled with strangers,
None of which know her name.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Invisible

no one knows

Daremo shiranai

Keine weiss

Sunday, March 8, 2009

I'll never know

It doesn't matter if you don't feel what I do.

I'll never know what you feel anyway...

Monday, February 23, 2009

Random thoughts while walking to class on a sunny evening

I don't know you.
I read your thoughts that you tell everyone.
I don't know you.
I've seen your face that you show to everyone.
I don't know you.
I know we are here together.

The thoughts of you, your face and the fact you are here become a shadow, bugging my head.
And I said, 'Go bug someone else,'
And it said 'You're the only one person thinking of a guy you never know,'
And I said 'Go away...'
And it stay.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Deeper Conversation-Yuna

Is your favourite colour blue?
Do you always tell the truth?
Do you believe in outerspace?
And im learning youIs your skin as tanned as mine?
Does your hair flow sideways?
Did someone took a portion of your heart?
And im learning you

And if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

I let my guard down for you
And in time you will too

if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

Deeper Conversation
with me

Does your name rhymes with mine?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Love..?

They say it is sweet...

Like candy floss at the carnival...
bitter godiva choc with caramel...

They say it is mild...

Like chinoz of Mediterranean...
blowing evening breeze...

They say it is warm...

Like chocolate on a rainy day...
soothing souls and mind...

The way I've seen it.

It is dysfunction.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

I hate you

I hate you and I don't want to see your face.

Because when I see you, I hate it that everything that happened was all lies.

And you don't (and never do care) about me.

I just hope we live in different planet

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

.... (II)

I hate feeling like this. Like I am not wanted. That nobody is missing me now. Like I don't even exist.

Today, I wore pink dress and a pair of wedges which I like very much and the girls keep looking at. I stumbled about five times over my skirt. And I swore to myself because I can't slow my pace. I am a fast-walker (if such a term exist).

I feel a hollow inside my breast. Like there's a great blackhole. It will suck my happiness. And somehow, I think it whispers to me, everyday, that it's coming for my whole existence soon. Very soon.

But I make it to the class without kissing the ground, though fumbling all the way. The class was great. And I think people in the class made me feel a lil self-conscious. They were always looking my way. I shouldn't say anything...

I want to get away..

I want to get away..

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

...

... Happiness is always built on something that men want...

Thus, the bombings, the massacres...

And it hurts me..

Because there's nothing much that I can do.

Monday, February 2, 2009

True Love by Judith Viorist

True love
Judith Viorist

It is true love because

I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day

Even when there's no one here but him,

And because

I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,

And because

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be eithe having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,

I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because

If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,

He wouldn't tell me he told me,

And because

He is willing to wear unironed undershorts

Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to
ironing,

And because

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose
one of us to save,

He says he'd save me.

It's true love because

When he went to San Fransisco on business while I had to stay
home with the painters and exterminator and the baby who
was getting chicken pox,

He understood why I hated him,

And because

When I said playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible
and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,

I understood why he hated me,

And because

Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and
other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,

We still feel something

We can call

True love.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Things I want you to know

I want to be with you
But staying is too much

It hurts to go
But I must move on

I want to love you
But forgetting is better

It hurts to cry
But it's best for us.

Counter suicidal thoughts

There are really things that matters.
Don't jump.
If you think you are done, you are wrong.
Won't you prove it to me if you are right?
Let's bet.
If you are right, I'll jump for you.

There are people who care.
Or else I won't be here.

Don't listen to that voice inside you.
Don't succumb to that feeling devouring you.
Don't go on with what your heart is telling you.

Take my hand.



I know there are things that I shouldn't say.

I know there things I shouldn't even know.

I know.

But you should know, sometimes

I have to say what I have to say.

And I don't choose to know what I know.

So I smile like there's nothing wrong.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Missing...

What really is this?

That makes my day slower?
That makes me sour?

It was sweet until you go away...

Love comes with a price..

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Le Mur Blanc

Whites over whites

How do we know there are so much whites?

Ivory, cream, ash, bone, sheet, lace, cotton, ghost, smoke...

Whites over whites...

How do we know there are so much whites?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Choice

I choose the road paved with bad intention, cos it will lead me to heaven.