Dedicated to all my friends and enemies...

I want to train myself to be like my mother in heart, and like my father in logic. I want to have my mom's intelligence and my father's luck. I dont need to be compared, nor judged. I just need to learn. And I expect my friends to help me out.

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Imagine when you can't shut your eyes,

your mind,

your heart.

Happens all night,

wasting your life.

You run to your love, but

your loved one is asleep.

You run to your friends, but

afraid to be a burden.

And then you send messages

to the old friend who once loved you.

He responds, because he'd always do.

But he can't help you because you feel nothing

He can't save you anymore

Because your love is asleep.

2 November 2009

New love, new life, new you

adventure, mystery.

a game cannot be undo.

Might think it was true

until loneliness distracting you

Wishes to feel brand new,

was just a hopeless dream you can't pursue

pale love

Let's talk about secret love,

about self-destruction

it haunts every piece of you.

Pieces that shattered all over your bedroom floor.

Cold and moist,

behold.

Young adults will get lost!

ticking clock

it's just absurd how this agenda carried us away,
further, further
from our roots and our pray
life will end, and I'm still a coward
not because it ends,
it's because i am

I know seemingly,
the path that i should choose
but let go sincerely still mean hurting
and perplexing
but this is the only way.
What will you do if you were me?

am i an egoist
when i run from what i love
when the love itself conviniently destructs me?

This what disturbs me every night,
This what have been puzzling me since 16
so please be sincere to me,
otherwise you're killing me

this is it !

It's about time to begin (again) from scratch
I do know where i'm standing and i was giving up
I'm finished setting my eyes on your vulnerable guts
Like I said before, I am blind from the beginning
but God never sleeps.

Wanna laugh about my word? Go ahead.
Ignorance, imitation.
It's what I'm used to
It's what you denies.

Have mercy if you feel offended.
Enjoy the stage you've always wanted.
I pray of God's protection to be nothing like you.


Bon Voyage, puppet of The Eye.

dear pupa...

In the morning i torn down my walls
which was built by you and me
through the line of our imagination.
it had withstand unassailable fights
over possession was precise.

I'm cleaning out all pictures
which meant a world to me
now stimulates me puke it all out
in front of your branded mask.

The weather even concern about complacement smile from the victor...
You are a lover of your own completeness which consumes you.
i feel so sorry.