24 August 2011

Kings of Medicine

Don't leave me here, to cast through time
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the Kings of Medicine

They're picking up pieces of me,
While picking up pieces of you...

And on the tip of my tongue,
were, words that always come out wrong
Cause they were drowned in sudden comfort
Left to dry out in the sun,
The noon day sun.

Don't leave me here, to cast through time
Don't leave me here, my guiding light..


21 August 2011

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I miss those days...

Somehow, I'm gonna find a way to realize the memory again. As much as I hate it, I admit I cry myself to sleep sometimes thinking of the past. Some guy I am right?

So what? At least I can say it straight on to the world. And I think, it shows I do have emotions, not just an emo-less object. But tonight is going to be different. How is it different? Frankly, I do not have a clue.

I just have a hunch. Let's hope my hunch proves true. Smiles!

18 August 2011

Son of the Sky

Peace.  That was what I felt as I lay there on my bed night after night. Peace from watching the starless sky up ahead. Peace from surveying the moon as he watched over me as I slide into sleep.

It made realize just how small I am compared to the world. It was perfect. A reflection of a weak being just before death consumes him..

Soothing... Calming... Tranquil...

Then the blanket of sleep swept over my eyes. And one song kept playing in my head...

You can take everything I have,
You can break everything I have,
Like I'm made of glass,
Like I'm made of paper,
Go on and try tear me down,
I will be rising from the ground,
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper...

15 August 2011

Point Blank!

Finally! A window into cyberspace! After a week of separation, we meet. And now, after a very long wait, I write.

I hear the footfalls of a man. I can tell he's close by but where exactly? Not a clue. The wind was snapping at what little area my face provided despite mine continuous efforts to pull the cloak tight. Under sub-zero conditions, who can stand it I ask you? Especially not with these thin layers of clothing. Serves me right for dressing lightly.


And a long, misty air of ghostly breath escaped my constricted lungs. Striking it was against the pure dark background of the night. Just as soon as it left my mouth, it left me altogether, joining the only source of light that evening - the half-moon - thus leaving me alone. Again.

Then, I heard it once more. The heavy steps of someone. A man by the sound of the shoe on wood. Slowly paced but constantly in rhythm almost as though he knew I was listening. Very vigilant too for as I stop, the sound was cut short.

Where? Where? Where could he be?

The world spun and turned and rolled and in that moment I caught the slightest of movement to my right. With a sharp jerk of hand and a finger trained to aim at first light, BANG! A wisp of white came forth. Not from my mouth but from the tip of a gun.

That's how you shoot. That, my friend, is point blank shot on the head. With a whip of cloak, I'm gone with the wind, gone into the darkness for another kill.

08 August 2011

When All Else Fails...

Sleep deprivation is the root of all evil. From this, gave rise to sleepiness and drowsiness which in turn lead to washing in- and out-of-focus which leads to lack of concentration. Then comes the boredom and finally sleep.

Wait. No. That's not right. Sleep leads to missing a few minutes of class. These few minutes translate into loss and waste. Loss and waste turn you into a slow worker, and when you're slow you try to catch up, the more you try, the more you lose your breath and the more out of breath you are, the farther you're left behind. When you're left behind you slow down, and when you slow down you don't have motivation. Without motivation, you don't do your work, no work = sleep deprivation.

So, now, how do you cut and slash and bash and wack and smack the problem into oblivion? I write. With writing, comes ideas (or is it the other way around?), with ideas you bloom, when you bloom, you go boom and with the boom, your work gets done with a bang, and with the bang comes a thought "Why haven't I thought of writing in the first place?'

And with that comes the close that ends with a big capital D for damn!

05 August 2011

Agenda: 5th Ramadan

6.30       : Bazar
7.30       : Buka
8-10.00  : Maghrib, Isyak, Tarawih
10- 3.00 : Futsel ^.^
3.00        : Sahur
6.00        : Subuh
6.10        : Sleep
8.00        : Sleep
10.00      : Sleep
12.00      : Sunrise. Hopefully :)

04 August 2011

Trigger My Trigo Please~

Jom amik test trigo! haish...Tapi tak study pun. hopefully pass :)