By his sweet fragrance,
By his mesmerizing eyes,
By his sugar lips,
By his tender touch,
By his vivid voice,
By his sense of humour,
By his elegant body language,
By his flawless flaws.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Liars,
Should be burned,
Should be stabbed hundreds of time,
Should be shot in the heart,
Should be slapped hard,
Should be stepped on,
Should be buried alive,
Should be killed twice,
Should be knocked-out thrice,
Should be kicked in the balls,
Should be tore apart,
Should be dumped in a shit-hole,
Should be eaten up by wild boars,
and
SHOULD NEVER BE ALIVE.
p.s. And you call yerself my closest friend. How dare you.
Should be stabbed hundreds of time,
Should be shot in the heart,
Should be slapped hard,
Should be stepped on,
Should be buried alive,
Should be killed twice,
Should be knocked-out thrice,
Should be kicked in the balls,
Should be tore apart,
Should be dumped in a shit-hole,
Should be eaten up by wild boars,
and
SHOULD NEVER BE ALIVE.
p.s. And you call yerself my closest friend. How dare you.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Get over yourself!
People are so immature.
They think somehow the world only revolves around them.
Well IT DOESN'T!
GET OVER YOURSELF!
Lemme tell you viewers something.
Life is hard, yes. I know that.
But somehow, life is never meant to be easy.
Compare yourself with someone in Africa.
They suffer more than we do.
We hate life because life challenges us to our limits.
But that is what LIFE SUPPOSED TO DO.
It'll rip your heart a part and there's no way of mending it again.
It'll make you fall and make you cover in dust.
It'll take your spirits away until you are left soulless.
But think about it.
You are given the rights and opportunities to learn from your downfall and your mistakes.
If your heart is ripped into shreds than just pick 'em up and place 'em in your pocket.
If you trip and you fall and cover with dust, just pull yourself up and brush it away.
If you lose your spirits make a new one.
There are always ways to fight these crazy emotions.
You'll feel like you've had enough but the thing is YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ENOUGH MEANS!
It's pathetic really.
I know I know, I feel like dying too, but I tell myself that you can only live once and you have to make the best of it.
If you die, then there's nothing for you anymore.
Life will challenge you with devastating test.
Friendship is the most cruel test.
Sometimes, it's better to just forgive and forget.
Talk to your peers, and settle it as fast as you can.
Don't fill your heart with such hatred and disgust.
It's wrong.
In Islam, friendship is important.
And if you fight with anyone, it's better to forgive or say you are sorry.
SETTLE THE DAMN THING FER PETE'S SAKE!
It's stupid to fight for something so insignificant.
I just don't understand why people are so shallow and narrow in so many perspectives.
I don't even know why I even meddled in such situations.
It doesn't make sense.
Friends are important and essential.
There maybe fights and disagreement between you and your friends, but that's life.
You need to be more open-minded. Listen more. Talk less.
It's all about good communications. Seriously.
OK, I guess, I have had enough talking about this.
I'm just so pissed off at people that don't appreciate friends when they have 'em.
Sorry, if I prick and of your hearts, I'm just telling the truth.
p.s. This is random and I'm sorry if I wasted your time.
Later.
They think somehow the world only revolves around them.
Well IT DOESN'T!
GET OVER YOURSELF!
Lemme tell you viewers something.
Life is hard, yes. I know that.
But somehow, life is never meant to be easy.
Compare yourself with someone in Africa.
They suffer more than we do.
We hate life because life challenges us to our limits.
But that is what LIFE SUPPOSED TO DO.
It'll rip your heart a part and there's no way of mending it again.
It'll make you fall and make you cover in dust.
It'll take your spirits away until you are left soulless.
But think about it.
You are given the rights and opportunities to learn from your downfall and your mistakes.
If your heart is ripped into shreds than just pick 'em up and place 'em in your pocket.
If you trip and you fall and cover with dust, just pull yourself up and brush it away.
If you lose your spirits make a new one.
There are always ways to fight these crazy emotions.
You'll feel like you've had enough but the thing is YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ENOUGH MEANS!
It's pathetic really.
I know I know, I feel like dying too, but I tell myself that you can only live once and you have to make the best of it.
If you die, then there's nothing for you anymore.
Life will challenge you with devastating test.
Friendship is the most cruel test.
Sometimes, it's better to just forgive and forget.
Talk to your peers, and settle it as fast as you can.
Don't fill your heart with such hatred and disgust.
It's wrong.
In Islam, friendship is important.
And if you fight with anyone, it's better to forgive or say you are sorry.
SETTLE THE DAMN THING FER PETE'S SAKE!
It's stupid to fight for something so insignificant.
I just don't understand why people are so shallow and narrow in so many perspectives.
I don't even know why I even meddled in such situations.
It doesn't make sense.
Friends are important and essential.
There maybe fights and disagreement between you and your friends, but that's life.
You need to be more open-minded. Listen more. Talk less.
It's all about good communications. Seriously.
OK, I guess, I have had enough talking about this.
I'm just so pissed off at people that don't appreciate friends when they have 'em.
Sorry, if I prick and of your hearts, I'm just telling the truth.
p.s. This is random and I'm sorry if I wasted your time.
Later.
Monday, April 6, 2009
GOTTA LOVE HIM!
Funny, cool, sexy, heroic voice you name it. He has it all. A man with sophisticated Midas touch. YUMMY :)
Friday, April 3, 2009
Death.
There is nothing to it.
What life is giving us is never enough.
The truth is we are greedy.
Or maybe we are just hungry.
Starving for attention.
Starving for powers.
Starving for money.
And most frequently asked for is love.
Starving for love.
Life gives us a thousand reasons to cry.
It is true.
But life gives us a million reasons to hope.
For something better.
But what brings us most to the ground all the time is death itself.
Some of my friends had experienced it first-hand.
No matter who they are, fathers, mothers, grandparents or even siblings.
I wonder what is feels like.
I wonder how my friends live with theirs lives half-full.
I wonder how they react when they knew what had happened to their beloved?
Did they cry?
Did they blame GOD?
Did they curse?
Did they go crazy for weeks?
Those are the questions that lingered in my head.
I dare not to ask for it is not of my business.
But 'curiosity kills the cat'.
And it literally did kill me.
I don't know in what way, but it did.
I haven't been spending enough time with my mother.
I wonder, will I miss her when she's gone?
Or will I just cry the day she went and get on with my life?
Will death change what I will become in the future?
Or will it just be another figment of my memoirs?
I don't know. I just don't know.
Sometimes, I wonder.
Did my friends get enough time talking, sharing and laughing with their beloved before they passed away?
Did they know where their beloved first fall in love?
Or something like that.
Did they?
I have a lot to ask, and yet I cannot let it out.
It is a very sensitive issue and I am very aware of that.
Which is why I don't intend to ask anyone anytime soon.
I should be able to figure it out sooner or later.
P.S. To them whom had lost their beloved, please accept my sincere condolences. May GOD treasures their spirits and may they be happy for you. Al-Fatihah.
What life is giving us is never enough.
The truth is we are greedy.
Or maybe we are just hungry.
Starving for attention.
Starving for powers.
Starving for money.
And most frequently asked for is love.
Starving for love.
Life gives us a thousand reasons to cry.
It is true.
But life gives us a million reasons to hope.
For something better.
But what brings us most to the ground all the time is death itself.
Some of my friends had experienced it first-hand.
No matter who they are, fathers, mothers, grandparents or even siblings.
I wonder what is feels like.
I wonder how my friends live with theirs lives half-full.
I wonder how they react when they knew what had happened to their beloved?
Did they cry?
Did they blame GOD?
Did they curse?
Did they go crazy for weeks?
Those are the questions that lingered in my head.
I dare not to ask for it is not of my business.
But 'curiosity kills the cat'.
And it literally did kill me.
I don't know in what way, but it did.
I haven't been spending enough time with my mother.
I wonder, will I miss her when she's gone?
Or will I just cry the day she went and get on with my life?
Will death change what I will become in the future?
Or will it just be another figment of my memoirs?
I don't know. I just don't know.
Sometimes, I wonder.
Did my friends get enough time talking, sharing and laughing with their beloved before they passed away?
Did they know where their beloved first fall in love?
Or something like that.
Did they?
I have a lot to ask, and yet I cannot let it out.
It is a very sensitive issue and I am very aware of that.
Which is why I don't intend to ask anyone anytime soon.
I should be able to figure it out sooner or later.
P.S. To them whom had lost their beloved, please accept my sincere condolences. May GOD treasures their spirits and may they be happy for you. Al-Fatihah.