hobby

in my spare time, i like to create issues. what an anal.

talk is cheap

i always thought i'm a believer. in fairy tales, dreams. tapi bila kau cerita tentang Tuhan and konon the supernatural events that you've encountered, aku macam acuh tak acuh mendengarnya.

apa guna kau cerita specialties kau when you're not even practicing the most important task God gave us; solat lima hari sekali. apa guna the gifts kalau ilmu yang kau belajar dari tok guru itu tidak pun buat kau insaf dan cuba untuk rekindled your past love, responsibilities yang kau lafaz some thirty years ago.

i know i'm not in any position to talk about religion tapi aku rasa ilmu yang aku pernah belajar dahulu cukuplah untuk tahu yang mana betul, yang mana salah. cuma jangan riak sangat bila kau bicara tentang your knowledge walhal you're not even doing it well.

do you love him?

A. i just want the attention

B. i love his friends

C. i love his money

D. all of the above

jerk-tionary

aku baru discover. ada dua jenis jerks. satu, the cheating type. kedua, yang statik, full of ego.

cheating type, aku rasa dia adalah sejenis sweet talker pasal dia boleh sweet talk perempuan dan cheat. easy.

the second one, dia sayang kau, loyal tapi dia penuh ego jadi dia akan sakitkan hati kau dengan hurtful words.

sekarang, sila buat pilihan. owh. jika ada jenis yang lain, sila update aku.

misplaced treasure

tidak usah risau pasal hatinya yang hilang. tidak usah tertanya-tanya sama ada hatinya akan kembali atau tidak.

"hope is paralyzing." dialog siri favourite aku, Criminal Minds. sekarang aku paling perlu risau tentang hati aku yang hilang.

shapeshifter

metaforanya begini.

kau ada basikal dan basikal baru. basikal baru kau ambil extra care. kau jaja tentangnya kepada kawan-kawan kau. tidak kisah sangat bila ada yang jerit, "show off!". yang basikal, kau guna bila kau tidak mahu rosakkan yang baru. gunakan bila hujan pasal memang itu tugas yang kau sudah agihkan padanya.

the point is, aku tidak pasti kenapa aku suka mahu jadi something else. something, not someone. mahu jadi kasut yang kau tergila-gilakanlah, mahu jadi basikal super kau lah.

bilanya yang aku hanya mahu jadi aku for your sake?

fill me up

big hair, big hips, big ass, big boobs. big heart but no love.

i know you can't read minds. me too. but i can't be telling you about every little thing.

sayang sayang alahai seribu kali sayang

sayangnya bila peluang itu berada right under your nose, kau boleh baunya tapi kau saja ignore. sayang sangat. tidak rasa rugikah?

wait. soalan itu sebenarnya patut ditujukan pada aku sendiri.

like mother, like daughter

sad isn't it when you weren't invited to your mom's birthday party. i wonder where it went wrong. pucuk pangkalnya kenapa hari ini adalah hari ini.

mak hanya akan call me up to find Mili or Along. does that make me a bad daughter?
i do feel bad that things turned out the way it did. but it couldn't be my fault all the way, could it?

to the ones

to the one that got away, i wish i didn't have to choose. i'll miss the shower of attentions.

to the one that was given too many chances yet still fail, please return that tiny piece of my heart hidden somewhere in your messy wavy hair. owh? not in your hair? well, find it nonetheless because it's important for me to have the whole piece again.

to the one that i chose, bear with me. or bare. tee-hee.

un-anarchy

aku rindu header senandung konspirasi yang dulu. perempuan nude sitting on the words, disuluh cahaya from no where. i'm not sure why i designed it that way. it was just because i like it.

relationship and all those ships, it's tiring isn't it? sometimes i believe that i am truly madly deeply in love. but the next minute i question whether is this how it's supposed to feel like, love?

imperfection is perfection.

it's not common sense, it's the society.

ayat-ayat yang kau create just to make yourself feel better walhal it's just a lie. manusia semuanya ada unsur aesthetic. age is just a number tapi at the end of the day, it does matter. so does sizes. and here, way above the rabbit hole, people do judge a book by it's cover.

we're always shaking in our slumber

the day will come again when this blog goes public. it belongs to me so i can do whatever i want. besides, i don't have fanatic readers for me to mind.

i told a friend that i scored a virgin guy. actually, there's no such thing as virgin guys. just inexperienced.

come let mommy teach you a lesson or two. or, not.

hari-hari aku cerita pasal doubts. bila mahu habis? he said he loves me too much that it sort of broke his heart when i blurted out the ugly truth. in the first place, i've already reminded him of my skeletons hidden in the closet.

i said, "if it bothers you too much, leave now before i love you whole heartedly."

what an arrogant statement. if he really is leaving, there's a high possibility of me shedding a few tears. am i now in love?