I'm Losing My Mojo To Write So Here's Nothing :D

the mid-term break

Plans made over the phone and through passing.Through schedules, we find time and arrange the event. Hype, happiness, sleepless nights, non-stop anticipation. The day finally comes and united we stand. Hug, Laugh. Pure bliss fills the air as we greet and speak. There is no greater moment than this. Wallowing in the time we have together, we converse of ideas, thoughts, and hope.

Nights are long and eyes are heavy. As time rolls, conversation shifts, laughter is heard as a guinea pig rustles in a cardboard condo. Life is good like this.Just like this. Again, bliss, comfort, warmth meet and smiles plaster onto faces without thought. This is living in its fullest.







A long hug, a farewell wave, all passed, all gone. 'Sinkage' of heart occurs while departure leaves a deep mark to be filled through time. Yes, time... Another time indeed. Another hope, another mid-term break.

silence is a part of me

There are moments of anguish in which you can't promise anything to the one who's upset. Some people shouldn't be allowed to make promises.

I wish my body was made of ink and smell of words... I wish I had no blood but ink in my veins and write as I speak and speak as I write... to be as explicit as possible. So the words get to where they have to and when they have to.

I want to be made of paper to have my body written. But the rain would ruin me and it'd erase my words instead of inspiring me. I want to touch somebody's heart with a word. But I want to know if it happens. It's useless not to know it. Silence is such a strange thing. I complain of other people's silence. But I myself am quiet. For me, silence is like a blank sheet. A blank sheet doesn't make any sounds. And blank sheets are so easy for me. However, on the other side, I don't even have empty sheets. I don't know if I'd rather see an empty sheet or seeing anything. I can't see a thing and this silence made of "not reading anything" is killing me.

They say silence is a blessing, remaining silent at the right time is a virtue. And I, absolutely am worthless, with no blessings or virtues, I get distorted with silence. It burns me and doesn't allow me to get inside of me.

Enough of this silence. Enough of this talking without saying. Enough of these words that can only be grasped on the threshold of consciousness. But in this case, words are lacking. So, desire can't play harmlessly because it went beyond from normal. Is there something normal here?

What a Heart Rending Video

This video touched my heart by complete surprise. I liked it and Im sobbing my heart out. Awww. I want a tiger cub.=p

Kisah Internet dan Manusia Poyo

Internet problem hari ni. Lalu saya pura-pura busy dan melekakan diri dengan permainan Spider Solitaire.


Jam pertama, OK lagi... Masih leka bermain daun terup.


Jam kedua pun OK....


Jam ketiga dah panas punggung.. Tak study lagik. Adui kenapa la zaman sekarang ni terlampau bergantung kat teknologi?


Jam keempat, dah start mengaruk. Nak download notes la, nak bukak mmls, nak google pasal field theory la..nk topup kat cimbclicks..bla3


Jam kelima.... BODO punya streamyx !!!!


Jam keenam, mereka kata internet dah okay. Terus saya berlari ke laptop. Dengan penuh semangat saya menaip;


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Hujung-hujung baru nk study.



Biasa la manusia... Sembang je lebat..

Define Boredom

Bored of being jobless, bored of the same websites I open everyday, bored of checking my email which none is from whom I am expecting the most, bored of watching the DVDs, and most importantly, bored of studying..ops?