back from leave.

when was the last time u left the world behind
i know, its not possible
the goldfishes might be starving at home
people who couldn't make it but u wish they were here
and 347 other little thoughts
that might wake u up when u nearly fell asleep on the air mat
in the middle of the sea
or under the starry skies

but for some moment somewhere under some part of some fluffy clouds
i thought i could really leave everything behind.

goodbyes.

i don't know what feeling is this
but it is definitely bitter,
only bitter, nothing sweet.

like
the first day we attended kindergarten without our mums
the time we left our home for National Service
or the first time in life we moved out from our hometown for the uni

parting is nothing cz
we're already get used to it since don't-know-when
like away from our parents for months
or a distance relationship where we don't get to see each other
or a best friend that we've lost touch for months and years

i think the thing that pokes the heart
isn't distance,
but having to hear goodbyes
like we're never gonna meet again.

damnit,
not a good time to be emo cz its the trend now,
but i hate goodbyes.
i really do.

rush, by ferrush. (ferras):P

I know you're sleeping
I wish you were right here
'Cause my bed's so empty
I'd hold you so close dear
And I sang my song to you
Your smile was priceless
What else can I do?

I'm a junkie over you

It's a rush
I can't explain
Like you shot something
Crazy into my veins
And I'm ten feet
Off the ground
And I don't want
To come down

Is it me
Or is everything spinning
I'm wide awake
But I must be dreaming
It's like
You're some kind of drug
Try to catch my breath
And see
If I'm still breathing
Touch my heart
And make sure
It's beating
It's like
I'm falling in love

vege.

i never really liked vegetables
there was once in my lifetime
i boycotted every green colored food
i had phobia for long beans because my aunt forced me to eat them 10 years ago

but now for the sake of my health
i'll try to eat my greens as much as i can
persuading myself that the tiny portion will still benefit me in the slightest way

convincing darren
that the yuckier it is,
the healthier it'll get.

clown.

what happens when the clown is out of joke
funny gestures are not funny anymore
failed to amuse you
even in his colorful costumes and makeup

u forgot how effortlessly
he could replace your frown with a smile
and how did he used to put up
cottons and candies in your sky

depressed patient in disguise.
well disguised.

do i have to blog about mothers day?

i know the sweetest words
i can make the best lines from them

but i have never given any to my mum

maybe next year?

:(


happy mothers day.

liar.

we all hate lies
but we tend to lie
this is like Darren who dislikes the mango (another fruit)
but love to drink the mango juice from "The Only Mango Juice" in Portuguese Settlement

the only good thing about lying is it can be good or bad
lying can be harmless,
like some dude who boast about his savings
or some chick who lied to everyone including herself about her weight

it is just another voice resembled with our vocal chords
and uttered through our mouth
sometimes lying is way too easy
its like turning ur head to the left side and twisting ur fingers
lying is a reflex, always
its like avoiding a punch or pulling back from boiling water

there were so many reasons to lie
but not many reasons not to
that is why i lied,
you lied,
we lied. :)

apple.

this is why i don't like fruits.

it is red in color,
yes it is, obviously.


but why on earth it tasted sourish ?



but i gave a bite anyway,
and ergh,
it still tasted sour.

9562 miles, and hand in hand.

distance is a cold blooded killer
she can be as huge as the diameter of the globe
or as tiny as a bacteria between her and his skin
but no matter how,
she is still a powerful blackhole
that will suck anything apart
break the tightest bond,
it will sink the most precious or strongest ships

distance,
is more than physics and calculation of forces
distance,
drifted us apart.

green.

so close
every grass and leaf and tree witnessed
the fall.

ever wonder why the voices of the crickets and insects
never pushes us away to the city
but the voices of engines
always push us to runaway from it?

ok maybe its just me,
my idea of life.

the curiousity killed the cat.

hey
keep up the pace
i'm already in a maze
digging my own grave
searching for secrets at the forbidden place

i know its a trap
and
theres an easier way out somewhere
but i wouldn't want to escape

i'd give up nine lives
to witness the last piece of this puzzle
with my own eyes.