Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Perhaps, most perceive that the government is the original supreme whereas the opposition in most of the country are said to be the bad reformer. Well, I have few words to say to the both government and opposition party,:"Please, for the God sake, put us in your top list than your override ridicule and dirty political minds wars!"
But, above beyond missing fact on Malaysia, nothing would rather hurt a true Malaysian than a news of bonkers fireworks in a stadium, 1Malaysia symbol manic banning, the crass reformation over English in Science & Math and of course the wide spread wikileaks' viruses. Shouldn't we be so thankful to live in a such peaceful country that is none like others (that ever exist in the world)? Yes, we should.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
I wonder how would love could make me detach me from loving God more, sure it would be an inane mind would ever do it erratically. Its not an option, but love will make me to wait the breeze of someone that I love, billion miles away, by the lunette, rochetted me along the unbreakable hiss through the silent night. I would lay on my bed, thinking about you, someone that won't be exist, laid my viscus back on the howling bed, full of violet verbena.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Never could to describe the passion within the sphere and the roses that has grabbed me for so long. It tears, allures and lingers the shadow that fades the evil inside. Love the way it holds my heart, stands on my sight and gives me loves when i need them. Five in the morning, i hear you with silence along the words that we wrote. Even you are million miles away, we could still touch the dreams that we have upon the hill and mountain. I would make love to the missing heart which endeavor its existence since the moon brights its shield to my lone night stand. Waiting for it to discover the jovial shape in my ruthless sky of love. For the tiny tempestuous and luxuriate world that we in now, trying our best to become the solemn folk with a joyful pain in gaining the vision of laden love. Spreading the wing within the clover wynd, never stops me from getting an absolute inane conforming to the stupidity street of society. Fills my soul with despair and tantalizing in-vibrant cynical words of fey. It is so like a river that flows between our feet and wave its back at us.
Monday, November 29, 2010
It is absolutely abnormal, in having those trouble, listening to those devour hiss and whispering that always haunt us in doing a seraphic moment of our life. It is over our head. Prevails us from enjoy and attach our side to the other. A disturbance, completely has driven us inane.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
It really lives among us, which collapses all the trust and truthful soul. What makes a lie become alive? it is so arduous that its like the soul complication in getting a breath. We do lie sometimes to save a soul peacefulness, we do lie sometimes to save our soul from getting to be used by a blind's man overreaction. But it is true when people say that lie is not easy that we could imagine of. Telling a lie completely will drown your tongue and soul and at the same time ablaze your utterances into something undesirable state > the unemotional speak. we speak as it comes from our heart and mind, but lie is a rattling shun the seraphic and upraise the ail, atrocious mediocre upon our shining complexion.
A lie allures its gentle sway beyond our ruthless mind. But White lie has a different story to tell. It could educate, nurture and detach the devour behavior to be a fresh avid sight. A lie may be portentous for some souls, but not for others if this kind of mindless code is not purported and streamed to the right lane.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Open minded? well, not all people can really have that typical character, trust me! they are just claimed to be like that, in the end, when any bad or rebellious story burst at them face, they just turn back on us and crack the relationship so hideously. What the heck??? i do have friends to share loads of things but not all, that is the first reason that i do not care to have a best friend because i know someday somehow no one can ever accept the real us (its a fact). its really arduous. The most portentous is that be as what we are.
Friday, November 26, 2010
I can tell you, cats really keen and lingers around human and they never got offended with us.. but sometimes, we just dun realize that we may harm cat's feelings sometimes huhu... anyway, its really sweet coz our prophet Muhammad had so much love about cats 2 :)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
As a benlian, what i can say is that there are so many ways that literature can be an interesting rather than a boredom piece - novel. Make it into movies, people will watch and absorb the visual ability of this kind of media, whilst a piece of novel has a different tale to tell, its more about driving one's conscious mind into a journey of ceaseless expression of laconic language.
Writers for certain, find their satisfaction through the expressive language and hoping that their pieces are to be shared through writing with their readers' unspoken mind... well, i got to say it frankly, i rather watch than read, and as a price for that, I have to write ! :)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
It grows with vein and ruthless care…
I stood among the bushes of sleepless night,
Not my world to hurt you as well as mine.
It takes all obstacle and drops of evil…
I stare at the window waiting for you to come back,
Return at my shadow being during the stormy days.
It soaks all tears and sadness of craving earth…
I have love that is uneasy to describe like a rain drop,
Indeed your armor shows how much you love and care.
It yearns all gracious of every hope in this world…
I feel you in my bed and wishing night dream,
So beautiful and so helpless beneath by breathless heath.
Indeed it’s symbol the jovial shape of a being…
love to you like a froths that shiver within the killing heat,
Your love is like an empty frame that fills those roses thorns.
You make the sun drop its shine through my body,
Leave me a way,
Abloom in those tiny spaces of lush vista,
With these bleeding roses. The laden love.