Strike a pose. But we both know, you can't strike it like me. & we both know, you're not me. So, go on talk your shit with people. You're only making me famous.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Strike.
Strike a pose. But we both know, you can't strike it like me. & we both know, you're not me. So, go on talk your shit with people. You're only making me famous.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Its coming my way.
I play. I scream.
Scratching heads. Blinking eyes.
Yeah, thats my signature. Totally, the opposite of me.
But what the hell. Its my choice, my life, my rights.
& change is coming my way. But I still feel the same.
Secondhand Serenade, the band I keep listening to.
Yeah, I love them. Because best, describes them.
Emotions, Life, all their songs are about it.
All about life. I never, never get tired of them.
Really. Seriously. Deeply.
Just because,
Mas
Monday, September 13, 2010
I miss you guys. Alot.
I met both of them a few years ago.
I started playing bowling when I was 10.
Which is 5 years ago.
I met them since then.
We were in training together.
And believe me, they're awesome like that.
One world. Three hearts.
We broke apart but got back into one cart.
Ahmad Aidil + Siti Nurzulaika.
One is 14. The other's 12.
Yeah, I love them. They, accept me for who I am.
Back off. They're mine.
♥
Just because,
Mas
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Check.
The rain is your part time emotion.
&& the best thing you could do when its raining, is to let it rain.
Let's have a reality check, shall we?
We have our own Lives. Personalities. Love. Mind. Heart.
As summertime turns to fall, we grow up and we grow apart.
We change. Every single year. But sometimes, something, wouldn't change at all.
Originality is my role. Hey, I mean it. What do I mean by that? I'm following what I'm destined to be.
We sometimes fantasize the reality. What does fantasy gives you in the end anyways?
Pain.
Don't joke around like forever exist when you know it does not.
Believe me, you'll accidentally put in too much hope and then, Boom.
You get pain. Again. Don't stop, it'll gain.
Even though, you did not put in too much hope, you'll get hurt anyways.
What happens if you did? You're just murdering yourself slowly.
And by the way,
Why bother about the future?
We don't even know when we're going to die anyways.
Because you see, nobody knows when they're going to die. Who knows tomorrow's yesterday could be the last day for you? Nobody. Only God knows. & You're not God.
Just because,
Mas.
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