Wednesday, September 3, 2008
fear of sleep
-kat asrama lelaki kampung pandan
tgh sedap tidor dgr suara gadis menangis, makin lame makin pilu + hiba, tp aku dgn roomate makin gelisah + berkecamuk, mane dtg pompuan pkl 3 pagi ni? ape bende yg sedih sgt plak sampai nangis camtu skali? argh... slow2 kitrg merangkak keluar, makin dekat makin kuat bunyik, intai punye intai, xde plak bayang2 manusia, tpi ade byg KUCING? kurang belacan pny kucing...... gadoh same sendri.... Tp suare cam pompuan...
-Kolej ke-11
pgi Khamis yg 'aman', tersedar dri tido roomate seblah tgh kejut subuh, diringkaskn cerite aku terase sejuk smcm, sedar2 cume slimut je yg ade, tu pun cover $%^&* aku saje, cuak ade, tension lg la ade, aku soal siasat sume org kt ctu, bile bwat final conclusion-disahkn diorg sume x bwat. abis tu SIAPE/APE e????
-Baru baru ni..
blaja mcm2 psl USSR vs US time cold war. satu ptg tu tibe2 aku mimpi jd thnn perang, da bbaris bramai2 nk kene tembak, no way out, anytime bole blobang kpale, aku cepat2 bgnkn diri, TEBABO! punyelah kuat bunyik, tapi bunyi petir, bkn machine gun, aku bingung... tp syukur... umur pnjg lagi..
p/s: aku masih seorg 'sleepaholic'
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
when it starts, when it end
i remember those days when i'm still wearing white uniform and green pants. i was(am?) lazy, inactive, rebellious and always giving the 'honor' to my parents to came to school/hostel to sign some 'contract/deal' about my behavior. But the worst part of it - i was nearly going to be kicked out of my school when SPM is like just 2 more weeks to go. what kind of misbehavior that i've done those years? it's really 'nothing' serious...
hm, talk about every end or opening of every semester, i don't know what kind of tradition i'm accidentally into but i've got to say, bad things always stick with me during those time. now let me elaborate in point form:
==>opening of semester, form 1
-seniors bullied me(i was ugly and weak), teachers hated me(i was stupid), friends don't wanna be with me( i was a disaster...)
==>end of semester, form 5
-SILA RUJUK LAMPIRAN DI ATAS
==>opening of semester, PASUM(matrix)
-i got skin disease all over my neck,hand,etc. i was bloody bald(bloody PLKN), i was bloody black, where are u dear self-esteem...........
==>opening of semester 1, (1st yaer bachelor student)
-all 4th college students hated me, the thing is- i was SICK and no one's believe me, i didn't join those orientation stuff, because of my absent they were all in trouble, they even hated me more because i was PASUM student (this world is full of hatred and discrimination.....)
==>end of 4th semester...... it's hard to explain, or maybe nothing that u guys can understand, but i think i'm really out of my mind now
hm... all these sad stories NEVER make me cry, hahaha, but make me crazier and 'macho-er', yet i'm not a Sicilian that never forgive and forget so don't worry, i've forgive most of the character that involved up there (some even become my best buddies now).
This july I've already make a plan to take a trip to Australia to visit my Chie Chie and Mama, please pray for me that things will be alright because July is the opening of a new semester ... :) PEACE
honey
honey..
i'd invest you all my life
since i walked on God's earth till the end of time
u're everywhere, u're anywhere
u're always there when i need u
i can see u when i hit the highway
i can touch u and u confort me
i can feel u and i cherish the moment
but it's a shame we can't be forever
we seek no happy ending but the journey that matter
instead of blessing, people curse u... people curse us...
they always call us names when we're together
other than me, no one ever please to see u
when it comes to revenge, u're oh sooo lethal
just squeeze and roll u with this very fingers
u're in ur greatest form
and when i aim u at 'foes'
HONEY!! THEY'RE ALL PARANOID!!!
hahha, hope u guys are entertain, short stories about my honey a.k.a taik idung...
also a caution not to mess up with me, haha
Saturday, May 3, 2008
dream
ur cat was there smiling at u,
the birds were singing happily
the breeze was so comforting,
u make urself a cup of coffee,
then u walk to the bedroom and slowly open the door..
................... the bed was neat and no one's there,
no one's here.....
where is the good old days?
years gone by and lots have changed
many have come & go, sometimes they stuck with u,
accidentally or expected,
they depend on how u deal with those situation,
good & bad decision; better or worst,
the only choice that left is just keep going on
harder as it may seems, going on is no simple task,
yet some things just won't go away,
the crave for happiness, nicotines, drugs, etc,
the paranoia of a tragedy,
lonelyyy people, baaaadddd mariage,
this endless series seems out of ur hand,
like bruises that won't heal,
'easy to start, hard to let go',
how hard it is God only knows
stick forever in this misery is not an option,
make urself a wish,
dream about a happier tomorrow,
dream about not being left alone,
u must never forget to dream...