Write away super hay
kill the mankind left hook, tight jab, praise be the wandering glass
swarms of birds hitting the clouds, vaporize
spreading colors of monomyth, the city was put to an end
Middle Finger
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
YASIR malaysian idol
Write away super hay
i cried when he opens his mouth and sing his song, so confident, so sure of himself and hoping for others to follow through and give him the glimmer of hopes he has been actively pursuing. But deep down, I know, and i would say that he knew too that it's all about looks, make-believe and popularity which he lacks in all department. But he damn gave it a try, dont worry Yaser, your strength and determination embodies our kind, whatever the result be, you are one of the better singer. Maybe malaysia is not your forte. And as for the unfair comments you have to endure, the name-calling from every corner, the knowing giggling and prejudice, you certainly have prove them wrong with your heart. Why we must be mean to others anyway when we, ourselves are pretty insecure with our own life, why pass, over the top judgment, when we cant even stand even a mild one.
i cried when he opens his mouth and sing his song, so confident, so sure of himself and hoping for others to follow through and give him the glimmer of hopes he has been actively pursuing. But deep down, I know, and i would say that he knew too that it's all about looks, make-believe and popularity which he lacks in all department. But he damn gave it a try, dont worry Yaser, your strength and determination embodies our kind, whatever the result be, you are one of the better singer. Maybe malaysia is not your forte. And as for the unfair comments you have to endure, the name-calling from every corner, the knowing giggling and prejudice, you certainly have prove them wrong with your heart. Why we must be mean to others anyway when we, ourselves are pretty insecure with our own life, why pass, over the top judgment, when we cant even stand even a mild one.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Reap
Write away super hay
wouldn't want to be an alarmist, this thoughts rolling out for deciphering, calling one's bluff, of withering moments of a civilization. The pre-empted strike was inevitable, as some would proudly points out. I wish to look at the other side please, what made them coming into that conclusion? when hot hard breath are just beneath your neck, would you just stay put or simply react. The morning rush, dissipated souls wandering away from common congregation. where to, then the emphaty? where to will the ignorance sets in? Purpose, the sole breadwinner of a society. Unleashed hatreds and confusions, sow this.
wouldn't want to be an alarmist, this thoughts rolling out for deciphering, calling one's bluff, of withering moments of a civilization. The pre-empted strike was inevitable, as some would proudly points out. I wish to look at the other side please, what made them coming into that conclusion? when hot hard breath are just beneath your neck, would you just stay put or simply react. The morning rush, dissipated souls wandering away from common congregation. where to, then the emphaty? where to will the ignorance sets in? Purpose, the sole breadwinner of a society. Unleashed hatreds and confusions, sow this.
Friday, July 08, 2005
underground
Write away super hay
want you to notice
want you to gargle out your ignorance
spit it to your bare feet
let the slimy cold crept right to your mind
want you to notice
want you to gargle out your ignorance
spit it to your bare feet
let the slimy cold crept right to your mind
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Write away super hay
lost in what everyone's been talking to, share what people do not mind staring at, lay down to where the bunker was placed. May replenishing her duty off somewhere, this insecurity of people behind your back, prodding inquisitively on your private life. The sensation of letting your unknowns known to others. Now, the sweetness tingles as you sweat over on an enclosed space. Derailed yourself as the same song came recurring 24/7. Getting into the bus, when it's stationary nonetheless. Waiting for that magical moment of chance encounters, seems not apparent, not at least in this immediate future.
lost in what everyone's been talking to, share what people do not mind staring at, lay down to where the bunker was placed. May replenishing her duty off somewhere, this insecurity of people behind your back, prodding inquisitively on your private life. The sensation of letting your unknowns known to others. Now, the sweetness tingles as you sweat over on an enclosed space. Derailed yourself as the same song came recurring 24/7. Getting into the bus, when it's stationary nonetheless. Waiting for that magical moment of chance encounters, seems not apparent, not at least in this immediate future.
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