u must believe in what u always believed in,
because the world can change in a fraction of second.
that's why i say,
any moment might be a moment of ur life.
ok, its too abstract.
ill say something simple.
treasure the happy moments together.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
a plant that survived in my room.
even cactus died in my room
dont mention other plant.
but
the new plant in room only needs water to survive
i brought it all the way from ipoh
wrapped in plastic bag and wet tissues
mom said its called "thousand year green"
because it is always tat green
is it true that it wont die ?
the beautiful leafs in my room will not die.
dont mention other plant.
but
the new plant in room only needs water to survive
i brought it all the way from ipoh
wrapped in plastic bag and wet tissues
mom said its called "thousand year green"
because it is always tat green
is it true that it wont die ?
the beautiful leafs in my room will not die.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
i bought an alarm clock.
i bought a classic table alarm clock
when it rings it sounds like fire alarm
and set me popping up from bed every morning
any voice could easily wake me up
i realise i dont need the loud alarm at all
it is here
only because its look
i bought an alarm clock which i dont really need
the marketing lecturer said tat
marketing is all about getting ppl to buy things that they dont really need
i think this purchase fell under tat category
but i bought an good looking alarm clock.
and im bearing with the loud ring almost everymorning.
but who cares,
it looks good afterall.
when it rings it sounds like fire alarm
and set me popping up from bed every morning
any voice could easily wake me up
i realise i dont need the loud alarm at all
it is here
only because its look
i bought an alarm clock which i dont really need
the marketing lecturer said tat
marketing is all about getting ppl to buy things that they dont really need
i think this purchase fell under tat category
but i bought an good looking alarm clock.
and im bearing with the loud ring almost everymorning.
but who cares,
it looks good afterall.
Friday, February 02, 2007
i play sad tunes.
like a paint brush without color
im on an inspiration draught again
there were tunes playing in my head
but there wasnt any sparkle of creativity
i ran my fingers thru the electric keyboard
i plucked a few guitar strings
i laid the point of my pen on papers
nothing came out tho.
the feeling is like a traveler coming back to the same coffee shop over and over again
over and over again, he stayed in a same place without moving on.
i couldnt get out of my own thought
and so,
the recorder recorded the voices of desperation
im on an inspiration draught again
there were tunes playing in my head
but there wasnt any sparkle of creativity
i ran my fingers thru the electric keyboard
i plucked a few guitar strings
i laid the point of my pen on papers
nothing came out tho.
the feeling is like a traveler coming back to the same coffee shop over and over again
over and over again, he stayed in a same place without moving on.
i couldnt get out of my own thought
and so,
the recorder recorded the voices of desperation
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