I got jealous of Aspa

and now I feel like blogging. but there really isn’t any thing to say! except, i’m currently waiting for maghrib to come, so i can nib on a little something for sungkai, and then get ready for ambuyat. 30 minutes left! weehee.

nobody really reads this you see. and the fact that i keep on being absent makes things worse. the only thing i am active on is facebook and twitter, that’s about it. i still like plurks but sometimes it gets too slow to load, and then there are hundreds of responses of so many other people that i don’t really know about and don’t really want to know about.

i dont really want to be lame. i just suddenly got this urge to say something, even though there really isn’t a thing in my mind, because i’ve been reading other people’s blogs and wonder, how can they keep on writing? and they write quite a lot! and usually daily, or constantly weekly at least. i mean, the only update i had written these past few months were just of boredom, and some really stupid stuff i don’t exactly want to say on board really, but i did. now that i think about it, maybe i should just delete them :S i should! bah i should tah ne.

haha, imma get ready early lah, so i’ll just bum around waiting to be picked up saja without worries later. hehehehehe :D see ya peeps.

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by the way. hahaha i deleted chunks of old posts. so erm. hhaha i feel alot better now. ada fresh air. hahaha ok see yaaa

Filed under: Day to Night Average , jealous, sungkai, writing

Don’t kill the birds she’d say

I wrote this long ago.

So full of feelings, sated and all those affections, all around.

Like the last old picture, and wrapping papers, and ribbons, the last old present, you sit all along beside me, waiting for simple things to come. You say hello in the morning, that it seems okay to be lost like a snow in the hail or an uphill trouble. Willingly, you play along, setting up games and cardbook cakes.

I try to remain, trying not to go insane. You say the plane will always go up the sky, they say sins pull you down. The river is changing direction, going away and far, and away. You know I’m just trying to find my little remedy on the sunset borderline, before moon rises and the sun sleeps. I’d be thinking whenever summer dies, will you show the way, things that follow you, like a wing with the rain, like water in the drain, like all the little birds in the sky. Like a scared dreamer, I want to speed, run, and make a life, for whatever is worth it, even sometimes. Like this moment. Have you ever not felt that? That I am you, you and me, wherever we are, whatever we face, glory, or question, everything is good, as slobby as they are, as strange or estranged as a belief can be.

I want a time-machine, so I can time this time for how ever length I want it to be. I just want to stay this way, like a stopping train, people in and out, things, still going on constant, like a stopping rain, everything under a shade keeps on moving. Have you ever stopped, as you were walking with an irresistable beauty right in front of you, as you look up, to think about how much time were spent on such a stranger with a look like glass, to think if you create a story in her life, to think if you ever would hold hands with him, to think if you will ever be laughing with them at an old age. But you would walk on, making your own way home.

I just want to remember this time, for as long as I can.

I want to remember the time I spend trying to catch you.

Filed under: Day to Night Average , writing