a broken gate

The first thing that may pop-out in your mind might be, "Why la this woman still blogging ah?", "Tak sedar-sedar lagi ke?", "Ayyama! This girl basically has nothing to la~". I just cant resist the temptation of blogging yet. Hopefully one day, my brain will be washed with "anti-nonsense" detergent (-________-).

Have you ever felt that you fed yourself to something that you just dont belong? I have and I'm sort of AM. Not bullying okay. PLEASE dont mistake me with those people who try to reach hearts through sympathy. It's a part of me that literally consumes me. Try imagining wasting your life upon something but at the same time pleasing other people. Seeing people satisfied is what I do most because basically, I LIKE HAPPY PEOPLE :) Call me "poyo", "kerek", or any word you can think of, selagi I dont mess with your lives or owe you anything, I dont care.

I've been wanting to tell you that for a long time. Sorry for your time wastage. Told ya its for small minds.

 

the one thing I truly regret and still love   

Umm what you sayyy

Where are we?

What the hell is going on?
The dust has only begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet.
Sinking, feeling.

Spin me round again,
and rub my eyes,
This cant be happening.
When busy streets,
a mess with people would stop to hold
their heads, heavy.

Hide and seek,
trains and sewing machines
Blood and tears
they were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well.
Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best?
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need?
You decided this.
What you say?
What did you say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talks, newspaper words cut-out.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You dont care a bit, you dont care a bit.

Girl in Kain Batik

Once in a fairytale,
perhaps love will avail,
thought the girl in kain batik.
A convict to bail
out this peculiar jail,
what glory no one could fake.

Smiling so sweet,
skipped a heart beat,
still loving each single day.
But love begin to haze
to lure a shard blaze,
now everything seems au fait.

Gone are the candy hearts,
left with a thousand darts,
killing every memorable note.
Alas, she's such a card
hurrying for a depart,
oh can she catch the boat?