"masa untuk berlayar"

You know that feeling, when you miss someone it hurts so much.
Yeah, it hurts like hell.

Terkandas

"she is a fairy that when she whispers, even the bravest man sheds his tears"

Soul mate.
A lot of people do not believe in such thing, while some relentlessly searching for one.
It is a faith that slowly fade over the years.

A buddy of mine told me once that for him, a "soul mate" is someone who can spend an amazing endless evening staring at the orange sky with you, just enjoying the majestic scenery, without much talking.

Because, talking is a language that we use to convey our feelings.
When both of you can enjoy the view without needing to communicate what your feel, then most probably both of you are enjoying the same feeling and having a great time with each other.

Soul mate,
Someone who would dance in the rain with you,
Someone who dare to go to a higher ground, a taboo place with a lot to discover.
Someone who helps you unfold the wings at your back and fly with you,
Someone who feels the ache when you are the one who got the fever.

Soul mate,
Someone who let go his pride and went shopping for 4 hours with you,
Someone who took a fucking 14 hours drive just to see you smile,
Someone who sings you a lullaby,
Someone who set up a romantic dinner on the seashore and give a Gucci handbag for you as a dessert.

Belief, as it was true.

Thank you, Come again, pleaseee

Last Friday, I was assigned as the cashier at my workplace.

There were two drunken girls came around 12:30am. I bet they were from a party since one of them wearing a tight policeman top and even tighter skirt. The other one, smell like she’s wearing a ‘beer perfume’, was wearing a sexy costume that I could not recognize.

Girl 1: Hi..

Me: Hey..

Girl 1: Beef Burrito

Me: Aite

As I was swiping her Meal Plan ID, her friend, Girl 2 tried to pull up her tube top but her action only make it worse. Her top fell down and more than half of her boobies were exposed.

Girl 1: Hey (as she pointed her finger at the displayed breasts)

Girl 2: Sorry.. (as she pulled her top up and grinned at me)

Me: Narr, You are good. (After speechless for 3 second and then grinned). Enjoy the rest of your night.

Girl 1 and 2: You toooo..

a really good time, i promise

Dear Friends,

Let's get together.

Same Planet, Different World

I'm alone in the dark,
When the lights are shining bright outside,
This is not my home.

I need a home,
A place where allies compromise,
No harm,
Just warm,

A place where it is evening all the time,
Not bright,
Just right.

I need a life,
A life that full of happiness,
Where money is not a dictator,
Where peace is always overwhelming,
Where ignorance is appreciated as bliss

.....

I guess i need to keep on waiting,
Solidify my mind and replenish my soul,
Because the Days will surely come,
I dont know when,
But I have a feeling that it is coming.


Hopefully soon.

let she be either Bjork or Giada deLaurentiis

It was sometimes back in 1999, when i was in form 2.
one night, i slept on my other side of the pillow i guess,
but somehow it fucked my shoulder up.
the next morning, i got this bitching pain in my neck and right shoulder, man.
it was so painful that i can't even look to my right.

so, later that evening, my lovely mom took me to this masseuse.(btw, she was an old woman who has less teeth than fingers altogether not the hot foxy with fingers of feathers)
after i sat and greeted her, she asked me to take my shirt off.
and then she sat behind me and start massaging.
as she massaging she chatted with my mom.you know, women stuffs.
i just listened and try my best to comply.

then she stopped as she found out i got this small mole at my right shoulder.
she said to me.
"ni ade taik lalat kat bahu ni.biasanya orang taik lalat kat bahu ni kawen ngan janda."
"heheh" i grinned as my mum burst to laugh.



janda pon jandalah kan.klu janda/cougar/milf umor 42 macam Bjork?

"my gift is my song, and my song is for you"

Tidak kulihat marak api cintanya,
Tapi kurasa hangat haba kasihnya,
Apa yg cuba kau sembuyikan hawa?
Jgn seksa lagi batinku yg kecewa.

Hari-hariku semakin indah tiada lagi sepi,
Ku dgr kembali kicau burung di awal pagi,
Ku rasa kembali bayu lembut mencium pipi,
Ku lihat kembali awan2 biru berbentuk hati.

Semuanya sejak ku sedar kehadiran dirimu,
Walaupun hakikatnya kau sentiasa berada di hadapanku,

Wajah nan ayu menakik kalbu,
Mata yg nakal memarakkan asuku,
Senyuman bak pedang tajam,
Menawan tp menikam kejam.
Dirimu umpama bidadari trn dr syurga,
Indah,cantik,menawan,…. menduga.
Sebenarnya, perwatakkanmu yg terus menundukkan ku,
Persamaan, perbezaan, keinginan, pengakuan, impian dan tingkah laku.

Cinta itu buta?cinta itu pekak?
Tidak.
Cinta itu bermata, berhati, bernurani,
Cinta itu menilai,dinilai, memahami dan difahami.

Cinta subur atas tanah kepercayaan yg dibajaki,
Dibajai bangkai keegooan dan disirami air kerinduan,
Bisa kita petik buah cinta itu bila ianya ranum.

Ku pasti kau akan tetap jadi milikku,
Kerna Ku tahu kau rasakan apa yg kurasa

Mimpi selalu indah,
Pagi selalu cerah,
Bintang selalu terang,
Hati selalu girang,
Kerana kau ada aku,
dan aku ada kau.