Sunday, November 29, 2009
dear blog,
this is the most handsomest guy signing off. in hope and great faith.
will all be alright at the end of the day?
i guess we will never know right?
will we have hope again?
will honesty and sincerity be part of an essential ingredient?
or will we all just end up lonely, or in malay we say, rasa sepi.
because everything that is worth fighting for, should be fought.
everyone deserves a second chance, but the question is will we take it with open arms and learn from our mistakes.
"kerana dunia ini tidak mampu mencari destinasinya tersendiri, kita perlu berusaha untuk munuju ke arah yang betul"
"mungkinkan bersama dua jiwa ini, akan menjadi cinta sejati, mungkinkah segala derita di jiwa, akan terubah kini
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Plato's Symposium.
I wish I knew what I was doing or getting myself into. Actually you know what, I do. And yet I just can't seem to step away and look at it through a more sensible view. I've turn into one of those many people I criticize and despise who can't seem to consider anything with emotions in a separate bag.
Oh fuck it, I have looked at it at every possible sensiblefucking angle. The only step that's lacking is calling the shots. A simple decision at two extreme ends, both inevitably leading to the same result. So what is the god damn fucking point then?
Live in the moment, mourn later? Mourn now and live restlessly with en even more troubled mind?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Omg its like I have two eyes + If I break my fuck band does that mean I have to fuck myself?
J-Get your ass home!
Leen-Im dRinking s loud you not sex
J-Tat is fkin hilarious but get UR FKIN ASS HOME NOW EILEEN WONG
Leen-I will i loud you
Leen- if youre still yack3o in 30 i loud you
All I've managed to encrypt is I loud you=I love you. Cause someone needs to keep a tab on you cause you have blackouts. You blardy alcoholic of a whore!
GET YOUR ARSE HOME.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Fake plastic trees.
She looks like the real thing,
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling,
I could blow through the ceiling,
If I just turn and run.
and
It wears me out.
Whatever that drives me to you, drives me insane!
Friday, May 08, 2009
Inevitably.
I guess it was right, at that exact time when she said that you were not the one I wanted to fix me.
Cause he does it so effortless.
Looks like you haven't lost your sense for always knowing what's right.
Still Christina, still my person.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Have a heart and try me.
I've been thinking about that line you said to me. That infamous line that has been imprinted in my head for the past 5 months. That relief and self doubt of a line that I cant seem to remember anymore.
I've been wondering if I made the right choice, if I had a said the utmost simplest word would I finally have you. Instead I chose silence, left for your inference.
"You stood at my door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. I know that you meant it."
I've finally figured, finally discovered that you were merely giving me what I want. But it was hard to see amidst our history that this time, you were being sincere.
and you, you might just turn out to be like him.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
"Please don't feed me lies about some idealistic future."
An almost always recurring event; the banner of avoidance. Developed through past events and experience and more recurring themes. For the sole reason that if I stop and stay, and express my thoughts, feelings, the outcome would be this: "I give up" and the infamous line: "You're/she's so complicated."
So can you really blame me when I choose to avoid and run instead of stand under the spotlight of your questions only to expose myself and have you inevitably turn the other way.