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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Oily hands, oily fingers.
Smells like chillies.
Making me crave for another dish.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Heart racing wildly.
I looked at the time back and forth.
Neither wanting nor waiting.
Neither entirely scared nor calm.
Thinking for the next move.
And possibilities that might occur.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
Brainwashing myself to make sure things goes right.
Will it go wrong?
Even so, there're always hopes out there.
God will always be there.
But still.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
It will go away in a while.
Right?
This is simply torturing.
But exciting at the same time.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes years of my life.
Oh calm myself down.
They're just potatoes.
Aren't they?
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes the time comes.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Droplets of tears on the eyelashes.
Soring pain in the eyes.
Trying to figure out what is right and what is wrong.
Even when tears streaming down continuously.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Sweet time.
Swayed motion.
Fan breeze.
Enchanted melody.
Dull night.
Seeing the light illuminate on my right.
I felt a nauseatic sensation emerging in me.
It toxicate me little by little.
Making me feel like I should start dancing and running.
Can't pretend I didn't know.
Walking down a straight path.
Looking out the window.
Just to make sure I was right.

Maybe I should just jump down.
To face it off.
Containing this anger in my fist.
Will it even prove anything?

Look at you.
Pretending to be clueless as ever.
This window pane might not hold much longer.
I should burst it all out.

Do you believe you could run away.
This world doesn't filled with flowers.
Especially not me.
This opportunity that I must not let go.
I shall grab it now.
Aroma of a tea flared the room.
While warm drinks filled my tummy.
Could not think of anything else other than my work.
Which always ending me up with utter silence.
Morning clock ticking like it never does.
Feeling as if something is pressing my chest.
Making me writhing in pain.
Listening back to the rhythm coming from the headphone.
Telling me not to give up.
Chanting to me all the possibilities.
My head dancing with it.
Pulling me out of the darkness that I was falling into.
Jumping through the miraculous world.
Reaching out to the future.

Friday, May 11, 2012

My skin cracked and became pale.
I don't know how many days have I stuck in my room.
Crawling from bed to chair.
Also vice versa.
It was hard enough for me to deal with this illness.
Then there were works piling up.
Every day I tried my best to finish them.
Chasing the dateline.

I'm totally in a mist.
I wish friendship last forever, but it never does.
Even so, I've retired from being obsessive.
But becoming the opposite is torturing me.
Waiting and watching...
Waiting for people to come and bring me along.