like always...

if only my mind have its own voice
or my eyes can draw pictures
like projectors in a movie theater
like drawings on canvas
cause
like always, my words fail me..

if only I could let out my emotion
or voice out my true intention
like a child who has no fear or shame
without hurting anyone
caused
like always, my actions fail me..

and
like always, it hurts people around me
like always, it hurts me
just like it will always be..

reason for reasons..

When King Lear died Shakespeare wrote ,

“He dies”


That’s all. Nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphors, no brilliant final words. The combination of most influential of dramatic literature is “He dies”. The words of the greatest writer in the English language and the world's preeminent dramatist can only come out with.

And yet, everytime I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with poignant. And I know it is natural to be sad. But not because of the word of the word “He dies” but because of the life we saw prior to the words..

So, I learnt that I must turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin. And if anyone ever asks what become of me, I relate it to my life and all its wonder and it will end with a simple, modest “she dies”.

gossip...

a woman was gossiping with a friend about a man of which she hardly knew.
that nite she had a dream.
a great hand appeared over her and pointed down at her.
she was immediately overwhelmed by sense of guilt
the next day,she went to a confession and told everything
"is gossiping a sin?is that a hand of God Almighty pointing finger at me?
should i ask for forgiveness?has i done something wrong?"the woman worried.
"Yes.yes.yes"The Father answered.
the woman said she hardly sorry and asked for forgiveness.
"not so fast.go back to your home and take a pillow upon your roof
cut it open with a knife and return here to me"replied the Father.

so the women went home,take the pillow off bed, a knife from the drawer,
went up the fire escape to the roof and stabbed the pillow.
she get bact to the priest as he instructed.
"did you got the pillow with the knife",he said.
"Yes,Father"replied the woman.
"and what was the result?"asked him
"Feathers"she said
"feather?"he repeated.
"feathers everywhere"she told.
"now i want you to back and gather up every last feather flew by the wind."
the Father told.
"well, it cant be done. i dunno where they went.the wind took them all over".
said the woman.
and the Father replied
"that is gossip"

kids..

"A child can always teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires." — Paulo Coelho, The Fifth Mountain.

ABANDON?!!!

lame gile kene abandon blog ni..

sian..


i'll try 2 make it up..

story of the day

in order to write you have to read..
i believe in that..
writing is not the same like talking..
people tends to forget.but if you write it'll always remains..
and writing wrong info is same like lying..

i read this from a book..
it is just a story to tell..


theres a girl, who really loves her boyfriend very much..
but she felt that he just didnt loves her as much as she does..
theres always things that he do that could make her upset..
so she decided to test his loyalty towards her..


one day,she ask him to come to a park..
she also ask him to bring fire crackers
because she really love to play it..
so she anxiously waited for the nite to come..
she went to the park and she waited..
and she waited..
and she waited..
and it start to rain...
she was really sad she felt immobilized...
she just sat there in the rain
with her emotion rumbling inside her heart..


but then he came..
with an umbrella and a coffee..
her eyes were fill with tears and she couldnt help it..
then he wrapped her with his coat and say that they should go home..
she asked him the firecrackers..
and not a word came out from his mouth
he just shake his head..
the girl stood up and they walk home..


and years past..
she still ate the same food..
live at the same place..
and exercise every morning...
just that she left her boyriend
married to another guy and had a daughter..
she just felt that he couldnt be the man...


one day her daughter ask for firecrackers..
her daughter insisted till she agreed..
they went to town to find the firecrackers..
they look around for hours but still cant find it..
she grew tired and jusnt want to go back home..
but then her daughter throw a tantrum.determined to have the firecracker..
she know her daughter get it from her..
she could do nothing but to continue searching..


they search every single store..
until they reach the downtown..
she felt out of hope..
there were only one old store..
she went in and greeted by an old lady..
she ask slyly whether she got firecrackers..
and suprisngly she had..


the old lady ask her to wait for a while and went to the back
looking for the firecrackers she store with pile of other things..
the old lady came back minutes later apologizing for taking her time..


she said she was fine with it since she went trough much more trouble
finding it before..
kindly she ask the old lady how doe she had the firecarckers
and why does she keep it at the back..


the old lady replied that there are not so many customers
let alone that ask for firecrackers..
except for a guy years before..
the guy came eagerly into the store soak with rain..
asking for firecrakers for his girlfriend
who is waiting for him at tha park in the town..
she could do nothing but to decline him..
she really hope she had it back then because
she felt very sorry looking at the guy frustrated expression..


she was stunt..
she used to know that guy..
-the end-

hungry man is an angry man..

been busy recently..

nak update blog,nak bg cantik2..
tapi takde masa...

aku tengah edit report projek aku bila tiba2 aku rasa lapar..
aku pun telefon alya nak tanya mana McD yang aku pesan..
alya buat lawak bodoh tapi aku tak paham.nak gelak tapi tak lawak.sakit hati...
aku pun cakap "kau ni cakap macam keling la!!"


dan di situ ada seorang mamat yang menepuk2 bahu kawannya...
seorang mamak...

tahniah!!!!

tapi tak boleh nak salahkan aku..
ustaz aku cakap 'HUNGRY MAN IS AN ANGRY MAN'..
you cant blame me guy...