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Friday, September 11, 2020
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Hard Rock Hotel Penang
Monday, September 07, 2020
Where I'm at
A lot of people have a lot opinions or perception towards me. A lot of people also don't understand how my mind works. What you see in pictures are just as is. What I write about are just is. I have my interpretation about other people too. I think it's normal.
The one thing that I seem to never learn is that I am naive when it comes to human interactions especially online. I always think everyone I come in contact with has good intentions and that they truly want to be friends with me. That's not the case. I still can't seem to tell if people are just using me or just lying to me.
It's true when people say that animals have instincts and they act or react based on just that but people have different intentions and they sometimes manipulate situations. Shu always tells me that I need to watch out before I get hurt. How?
If I say something nice to someone is only coz I mean it and they should take it just as it is. There is no need for underlying meanings. Well, at least that is how I usually take things anyways. I don't know how to dig deep about other people coz I just don't know how to and most of the time, I'd like to think it's more of a personal space thing.
As it turns out, there are really bad,sick people out there. Shu is looking out for me as he always does. I really hope that my kids won't get online with these crazy mofos.
Sunday, September 06, 2020
To kiss in cars in downtown bars was all we needed
You drew stars around my scars and now I'm bleeding
Saturday, September 05, 2020
The Secret Garden AURORA
You seem lost within your body and your mind
A beam of light can still remind you who you are
Wounded by the world
Your fragile nature needed shelter
In the night we made a sanctum
Out of mind and out of sight
Won't you let me take you there?
Won't you let me take you there?
Let me take you into the garden, into the garden
I'll be there, painting the flowers, give them color
I'll be there
Listen to the anthem
Hear the flowers like their hymn has healing power
Take my hand and breathe in, the colorful
Won't you let me take you there?
Won't you let me take you there?
Let me take you into the garden, into the garden
I'll be there, painting the flowers, give them color
I'll be there
Let me take you into the garden, into the garden
I'll be there, painting the flowers, give them color
I'll be there
Try to heal the heart of mind
In the garden we find
Try to heal the heart of mind
In the garden we find
Inside, inside
Friday, September 04, 2020
We were in Legoland just before the Merdeka weekend
Thursday, September 03, 2020
Monday, August 31, 2020
Bitch Lasagna!
I am just about to have had it with Dewan Bahasa! Bitch! I'm talking to you!
WTF is EKSESAIS?! WTF IS THAT?! Just WHAT?! Also, WTF is PREBIU?! Have we ran out of words? Or have people just started accepting stupidity?!
Bitch, I got sick during SPM trying not to fail my damn BM paper! It was a second language to me and it was hard! I studied HARD for the damn thing! I twisted my tongue trying to speak Bahasa Melayu Baku! Imagine, I can hardly get my vocabulary together and I had to do that doing a speaking test?!
DON'T COME AT ME WITH YEET! That ain't a word in my dictionary!
We can't get shit straight anymore,can we?
This is UNACCEPTABLE!
Thursday, August 27, 2020
The Lakes
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
What should be over burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
Tell me what are my Wordsworth
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliff-side pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you