anything to say? :3

Monday, February 28, 2011

What It Feels Like...




hey friend
tell me, won't you
what it feels like
being able to express your love
as you like it
anywhere, anywhen?


what it feels like

kissing her with raindrops on your face?

embracing her with wind gently brushing your hair?

telling her how much you love her while her hand in yours

grasped tightly with warmth?


i won't say anything

i won't complain

i won't grumble

because in this pretty little town

i know all too well

the path i've taken

forbid me so

or

else

How To Fly


if it's that easy

to just fly away and leave the mess

where it ought to be, ignored

never solved

i would have gone

somewhere secluded


but if i can fly

wouldn't i have the burden

of saving complete strangers?

of fighting bad bad guys?


oh, no

thanks

I.N.V.U



wouldn't it be nice

to be able to snatch your smile

as easily?

the sincerity in your grin

the sweetness of your lips

the happiness you spread

i wish it is THAT easy to me

when life frowned too deep my way

when it seems to be that way

these days

Sunday, February 27, 2011

For Someone There

hey there,

i'm not good with words

let alone saying them

but, do you know

when i see you sad

it makes me feel bad

like stabs in the heart, no less


i hope you stay strong

because you are, for holding on this long

you've gone through the art of being replaced

you've gone through the joy of friendship

you've felt what a bitch a girl's heart can be


you're strong

you can get over this

you can walk away and,

you can find happiness

someplace other

somewhere only God knows

:)



In My Opinion...


IT'S JUST PLAIN DUMB.

YOU AIN'T NO PLAYER IN THIS GAME

CALLED LIFE,

WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHOOSE

A KEEPER.

BUT WHO AM I TO SAY?

SILENCE, ONLY I MAY.


i cant take care of you anymore

so take care of yourself more

Fly Away....


i'm tired
of being my own
centre of attention

i hate
being conscious of
what i'm doing

i can't wait
to go out of this
and be a wallflower again

like a dandelion's seeds
free to fly away
as far as
as gay as
as long as
i want it to be

bigger world
you, i'm waiting for

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Born This Way


This new Lady GaGa song really touched my heart.

If only I have such courage to embrace who I really am

First step is always the hardest
and the longest of the journey
of loving myself

When since forever
all I ever dying for, is to be
everything I'm not

Thank you Lady GaGa
Your songs had moved me a lot
I'm grateful to be one of
your Little Monsters


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It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby

My mama told me when I was young

We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

"There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are"

She said, "'Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up, girl and you you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way,

'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,

Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
(Born this way)

Ooo, there ain't no other way

Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way)
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be!

Give yourself prudence and love your friends

Subway kid, rejoice the truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth

A different lover is not a sin

Believe capital H-I-M (hey, hey, hey)
I love my life, I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah

I'm beautiful in my way,

'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,

Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Ooo, there ain't no other way


Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way )
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

( Queen ,

Don't be , Queen )

Don't be drag, just be a queen

Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi

lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

I'm beautiful in my way

'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,

Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, yeah!

Ooo, there ain't no other way

Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
(Born this way )
Ooo, there ain't other way
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

I was born this way, hey!

I was born this way, hey!
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, hey!

I was born this way, hey!

I was born this way, hey!
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, hey!

Friday, February 18, 2011


what's the worst that i can say?

things are better if i stay silent

so long and goodnight

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

First Time Here, Miss?


her dress was
stark contrast of
how she move
how she walk
how she talk

the sexy little red dress
is a waste
it doesn't match your
skin tone
neither does it match your
self

think i don't see her
blushing?
of the exposed skin?
think i don't see her
nervousness?
the helplessness in her eyes?

i hope this is the first
and the last time
she went here

pity is not my cup of tea
it ruined my evening


Simple Pleasure of Her Life

she walked by
a window
and she smiled
savouring nature's youth
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went to
the main door
patting gently
the furry ball
until it blurted
a soft 'meow'
cuddly little things
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went down
the road
her gaze wasn't off
of him
being loved
is her simple pleasure
of life

she sat before
the screen
typing fast
pouring her heart out
being free
is her simple pleasure of life

One Night


it's late at night

mother's gone
Flora's starving
home's a mess
so
i heated a can
of chicken soup
for her soul
or her hunger
hm
i wouldn't know

while mother's
perfume linger
with so many
others'
of men
seeping unseen
from her room

i keep stirring
with tears in
my eyes

trying so hard
in my head
in my heart
to make things
right
normal
when
it's not

hm


Hey You


can you rip my thoughts
off
the nothingness of my mask?

you might want to refuse

thorns inside might hurt

Changes, Changes


in a split second

your gaze changed
mesmerizing blue to
frightening crimson

your grin changed
charming lopsided to
one polluted with fangs

your grasp changed
from gentle hold to
a hardest grip

your feeling changed
lust for blood
replaced something else

one moment she
the one loved
next moment she
the one lost


The Kisses


butterfly ones

the intention hidden

the feeling trapped

behind your lopsided grin,

evil one

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I Really Really Wanna Talk Like Him!!!!

the young


or

the old


it mesmerize me every time he talks

with such detail

with such manner

with such calmness


it's like he paid for

every single words coming out of his mouth

the mouth which had tasted every single

parts and limbs forbidden


seriously,
bitch,
your opinion is one of the worst
oh, just because we
can't
satisfy everyone,

we don't have to apologize?
AT ALL?
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

On 14 February


i've been deceived

i've been left out

i've been forgotten


funny

how it stings

when you find out

the things

others want to keep

from you



Monday, February 14, 2011

Attribute for Hannibal Lecter


just what is inside you
a devilish monster
or
a confused soul?

just what are you thinking of
when another life lost
is there
a war within yourself
or
a peace formed inside you?

just what do you feel
tasting it when
knowing it's just like yours?

Unspoken Love


when we sat here together
under the maple tree
leaves beneath our feet
clouds above our head

i would look at you
as you chirped happily
and i noticed little things
about you
the deepening wrinkles around your eyes
the whitening strands of your once pitch black hair
the eyes, seasoned, yet fresher than they've ever been

how i appreciate your existence
your strict streak
your annoying kindness
your surprising logic
did not chang after all your past years

i'd very much like to spell
my affection, frequently
but i wasn't taught so
but i wasn't designed to
openly open up myself

so

i stayed there listening, hoping
you would know from my gaze,
or my smiling face
just how much i love you,
dear mama

Monday, February 7, 2011

Awww..... T_T




Pencil: I’m sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.

They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.

Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

All my life, I’ve been the pencil.

And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.

For I know that one day, all that I’m left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

sing to me


sing a bit more

because your voice is melody

because your words calm me

because now happiness isn’t free


so sing to me

sing a bit more


heart of glass


a smirk

and a crack formed

an insult

and a bit shattered

one betrayal

and some darkened

slight hatred

and some crashed


heart of glass

thin

frail

vulnerable

fragile

under the sharp eyes

beneath the deep frown

within the silent lips


every obstacle met

whether

it broke a little bit more

or

it harden and be strong a bit more


which

entirely up to you