Done

Oh God please amend these broken wings. So many things happened. Like a rampage or something like that. Well, time flies so quickly before you know it. So little time to complete so many things. I’m going for a god damn long hiatus. Or maybe this is the last post. Peace people. Ouh yeah dun taking a little bit of your time just to go through my archive section.

Stay up people

It’s about time isn’t it? Hmm..yeah going to get my own crib once I got the cash. Hate being at home. I am only happy when I’m in school. It makes me forget all the bad times for awhile. Maybe art does helps to distress. I got so many things going on in my head all the time. So many things to worry about too. Trying hard to get that spot. So many things got screwed and no one seems to understand. Never mind I dun need anyone to be there anyway. Nothing’s helping…

let's trade shoes

You should take a walk with my shoes just to see what it is like to be me. I'll be you, lets trade shoes just to see what it would be like to feel your pain, you feel mine. We'll go inside each others minds. Just to see what we'd find when we look at bad times through each others eyes.

i wear size 9.

emerge

The predator saw its prey and decided never to take its’ eyes of it. Walked through the arc, and got stuck inside. Everything is so fragile. Be careful before you break anything. Ops, I broke something. But I chose not to care. Like it or not, he wants all eyes on him now. What is happening? It seems like he would never earn the name he deserved. But he is making sure no one takes over his path. Somehow it seems like it is reserved. That spot is still there forthcoming him. He feels different; unlike these other people that got too blind to even read the signs or whatever in front of them and they just keep going. They don realise anything. Won’t want to face the mirror. They have all these stupid thoughts of being someone they are not. He feels like being surrounded by sinners.

Don’t cherish luxury, everything come and go. Even you are not promised to wake up alive tomorrow. And no matter how you want to put fake eyelashes, dye your hair blond, or follow an anorexic way of diet, you would never be them. Your skin tone doesn’t change no matter how many clothes you change. They just going to look at you like a little monkey. They live to be failures. Stepped onto the quicksand and keep going down. They were never happy for each other. They just turn green all the time. What is happening to this world?

Fragile

The blind man lost his walking stick. he needs to rely on something else.Everything is so fragile. Better not break anything...sigh

multiple questions

Not been blogging for a while. These multiple questions run through my mind creating these various emotions. I understand with my scanty of friends. It wasn’t a huge problem last time. But now it seems like a blind man without its’ walking stick. Even so, right now I’m trying to avoid myself from people. If I can’t solve this solitude then I shall adapt to it. I find myself caught in this third world. A man-made era- filled with all these disgusting human beings; those materialistic female dogs everywhere. Don’t even talk about woman. It seems like all of them suddenly turn spastic with their noses permanently pointed upwards. I guess the average became rare and the hard to get now gets cliché. Humble don’t exist anymore like maybe the Padi plant could stand up like the Lalang now. Backstabbers could be anywhere near you. People don’t think hard enough now. Sorry to say but their maturity are like midgets that would never grow. Self-happiness became inadequate now. This world I live in is deform thanks to them. Curse them. No curse YOU CAUSE THEY ARE YOU. And those minorities…

What exactly is it? Something so small yet so vigorous. It is not even a human being; in fact, it is a term created by humans itself. It was like suicide. Something created by humans to hurt humans themselves. So who or what am I referring to? The answer is Love.

Love is not just a four-letter word. But it is something strong enough to hurt someone deep inside, make a manly guy bleed tears, cause someone to commit suicide, and many horrible things. Love works like a disease. Once you’re caught by it, you’ll be with it eternally. No offence to anyone, sometimes I think that girls change boyfriends like changing clothes, today wear this certain clothing, tomorrow wears another. Just like in a month, they can change boyfriends up to 3 times or more. I repeat NO OFFENCE TO ANYONE. Love isn’t blind. It actually blinds you.

Why am I suddenly writing about this? It is because I am actually glad, or rather proud that I actually survived like a year or more without a girl friend. I understand how Love really works. Love would not be an evil term if u used it wisely. I think my last break up was certainly like a wake-up call. I am not fussy about woman. I only wish to have the right one and only that……

Out of this billions of people on earth, I am sure u are out there somewhere. And for what is worth, I am willing to wait. To my miss anonymous, I hope you would appear in my life when I need you the most.