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.

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..

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.

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.

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.

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.

Tahu apa yang aku rindu?

Mudah saja.

Masa kita bersama.

Mungkin juga aku rindu kau.