Monday, March 28, 2011

you and me, equality.
thats how it should be, you and me.
people say that i creep you out,
no understanding, no cash in hand...
all i see, is apparently.
what do they know, it's you and me..
you and me..
you and's equality

but uh oh, i love her because she moves on her own way~

Saturday, March 26, 2011

"i need to believe that something extraordinary is possible"
Beautiful Mind,2001


Some people live in a house on the hill
And wish they were some place else
There's nobody there
When the evening is still
Secrets with no one to tell

Some I have known have a ship where they sleep with sounds of rocks on the coast
They sail over oceans five fathoms deep
But can't find what they want the most

Some live in towns
Cardboard shack on concrete
All bluster and bustling life
They search for the color you can never quite see
Cause it's all white on white

For me it's a glance and the smile on your face the touch of your hands,
And an honest embrace
For where I lay it's you I keep,
This changing world I fall asleep
With you all I know is I'm coming home,

Even now when I'm alone
I've always known with you
I am home
Sweet disposition
Never too soon
.Oh, reckless abandon
Like no one's watching you

A moment, a love
A dream aloud
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream aloud
A moment, a love
A dream aloud

So stay there
Because I'll be coming over
And while our blood's still young
It's so young
It runs
And we won't stop until it's over

Won't stop to surrender

Songs of desperation
I played them for you

A moment, a love
A dream aloud
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream, aloud
A moment, a love
A dream aloud

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

all we have is hope.
all you need is faith,
from me who always believe.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

too many memories akan dia.

i know you don't read my status anymore.but that's for you.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

it is easy to preach
as simple as wishful thinking
to understand what it meant.
to understand what should be done.

and at the end.
as hard to admit,
the truth is
I AM common.

Monday, March 14, 2011

i know you don't mean any harm.
so do i.

it's better this way then.
erase me from your memories.
wash away our histories
which not meant to last.

don't mean for any harm.
but i can't mend this broken heart.

so do i.
don't mean to do any harm.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

nothing is hard enough to be done, but i don't like easy.
easy means cheap.

the big picture.

Bibi Aisha, an 18-year-old woman from Oruzgan province in Afghanistan, fled back to her family home from her husband's house, complaining of violent treatment. The Taliban arrived one night, demanding Bibi be handed over to face justice. After a Taliban commander pronounced his verdict, Bibi's brother-in-law held her down and her husband sliced off her ears and then cut off her nose. Bibi was abandoned, but later rescued by aid workers and the U.S. military. After time in a women's refuge in Kabul, she was taken to America, where she received counseling and reconstructive surgery. Bibi Aisha now lives in the United States. World Press Photo of the Year 2010, Jodi Bieber, South Africa, Institute for Artist Management/Goodman Gallery for Time magazine.

aku takut akan dunia.
aku takut akan mereka.
mengejar menjadi perdana.
agar disanjung bangga.

aku takut akan dunia.
terbuai neon, menghala aku kepada noda
terpesona akan indah sementara
terlupa apa itu dosa

aku tidak mahu bangga
hanya riang sementara

berlari aku dari dunia
dari semua yang mencengkam dada
mencari yang akan ada
memaafkan atas apa yang sudah tiada
kerana aku pernah ingin merasa
dah ingin khayal dalam rasa bangga.
akan aku cari pada yang ada
yang memaafi apa yang telah tiada.

restless little creature.ahahahhaa..can't seems to not do anything.

have faith.

"I get out of the bed and begin to make the quiet, nightly journey to the room across the hall, but am suddenly diverted by my longing.In Mummy''s room, in the drawer of her dresser where she kept her prayer rug, I find a copy of the Quran. I look up the verse-Ayatul Kursi-and find the words. Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem. "In the Name of God, Most Merciful, Most Compasionate, "I read, in English and in Arabic. He knows what lies before them, and what is after them, and they comprehend not anything of His knowledge save such as He wills. I trace the words with my finger, over and over again, and realized what i did not before. That not all questioned can be answered. That some truths are beyond the capacity of our minds to understand."
[pg 303-304,Nafisa Haji_ The Writing on My Forehead]

have faith!
have faith..have faith.

please have faith.this world is just temporarily.

and finally, this came out from my mama.
"so, how's he? lama tak datang.doesn't he call?
i like him."

"i like him too.but i'm not sure he feels the same way anymore."mumbling silently.

he know what he should do, and i should understand what it mean, if he do nothing.

Friday, March 11, 2011

all time favorite playlist.
back and forth, and side by side.

2)by your side-sade
3)lovely day-bill withers
4)more than this-vanessa carlton
5)ordinary man-john legend
7)when will i see your face again-jamie scott & the town
8)someday we'll know-mandy moore
9)i'll do anything-jason mraz
10)no ordinary love-sade
11)sunday morning-maroon 5

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

all my pasts have move on towards their future.
and i just stood here, where i was.
and still i am here.
all best wishes for all of you.
and vengeance? i am just too old.
and yet no where.

and something is knocking the back of my head.
something so old.just too long ago.
*but you don't pull my strings.coz i'm a better men, moving for a better things.

and my 'better' seems to move far with his dreams.

will keep on repeating that.
good things will never come to the end.

owh, it's happy woman day.

thank you for the bluntness.because i never understand hidden messages underneath.
i'm always the miss drama queen right.

Monday, March 7, 2011

10.30pm on Monday night.was in the shower.i love showering late night.not healthy i realized, but it's the only time i feel empty, calm and controlled.

this is my sphere,
my place at my own pace.
and there it is, humming at the back of my head.

*like memories in cold decay,
transmissions echoing away,
far from the world of you and i,
where oceans bleed into the sky...

beating itself at my back,
again and again..

for those curiosity
and faith that's fading away
too short to be remembered
to long to be waited for.
yakini aku, what's with the words came out from that silence
yakini aku,andaia jujur.


*terkadang rasa sunyi dan rindu.
127 hours.

*lovely day by bill withers.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

so I'll love whatever you become
and forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun

and I'll feel my world crumbling,
and I'll I feel my life crumbling
and feel my soul crumbling away
and falling away,
falling away with you

staying awake to chase a dream
tasting the air you're breathing in
I hope I won't forget a thing

promise to hold you close and pray
watching the fantasies decay
nothing will ever stay the same

and all of the love we threw away
and all of the hopes we've cherished fade
making the same mistakes again
making the same mistakes again

of memories i'll never find