And that was the day he killed the teddy bear.

The Fear

I  don't know what hurts the most - 

the thought of ever losing you,

or the fact that I know I have lost you.

...

Sometimes, we get too tired to carry on.

And eventually  we'll stop along the way.

Bukan sebab dah tak sayang.

Bukan sebab faith tu dah hilang.

Well, mungkin sebab nasib selalu malang.

Tapi still, bukan sebab dah tak sayang.

Sometimes, we just couldn't cope no more.

And eventually, we'll take a little break along the way.

It's my turn to neglect, instead of caring.

It's my turn to forget, instead of remembering.

It's my turn to ask, instead of always answering.

It's my turn to use, instead of being used again.

It's my turn to be loved,instead of loving.

It's my turn to -- ugh-- 

It is my damn turn now.

So please.

Bear with me for a second.

It is my turn.

Pronto.

I'm telling myself that this - right here - need to stop. Pronto.

Achy Breaky Heart

You can break the rules,

You can break your balls,

You can break your neck,

You can break your back,

But you can't break a heart, and have it.

She's A Libra.

Cantik kan?  :)

Meet my own Wonderwoman, 

whom I am proud to call mom.

It's 6th of October,her birthday.

May every single happiness in the galaxy be with her,

and may I not see another tear rolling down those cheek.

May God shower her with His blessings always,

and may she got everything that she wished for.

I love her with every beat of my heart,

every drop of my blood,

every inch of my being,

every oxygen I inhaled.

Happy Happy Birthday!

p/s: you grow more beautiful each passing years, ibu. jeles tau!

OMS.

As the four of us lie down -- facing the sky, 

staring at this sea of stars, side-by-side,

wild thoughts running through my mind. 

Random, wild thoughts of ; everything.

Of what-ifs.

Of pretty clothes.

Of python regius.

Of happy things.

Of places to go.

Of Ben & Jerry's.

Of those douchebags.

Of non-human intelligence.

Of class projects.

Of silly yesterdays. 

Of today.

Of tomorrow.

Of Godin LGXT.

Of 19th October.

Of long highways.

Of Avril's  .

Of the silence.

Of you. 

Well fuck it. Mostly, of you.

And suddenly, 

still lying down -- facing the sky,

gazing at this sea of dimmed stars,

I realized that here, isn't really where I want to be.