And you (walk on)

I love you
I hate you
I'd lie to you
I'd lie for you
I should have not told you this

I envy you
I want to be with you
I'd die for you
I'd let you die
I would let you save me (again)

I think you're hot
I think you're not
I'd remember you
I'd forget you
I never thought it'll come to this

I adore you
I disgust you
I'd take back what I've said
I'd do you again and again
I should have never let it come to this

I should have realized
I should have said the right words
I would have done it
If only I know
That time waits for no one but itself

the square root of three

** From the movie, Harold and Kumar - Escape from Guantanamo bay

the square root of three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

dont have it all

Moving?

Out??

Soon??

Yeeehaaaa!!!!!!!!!

Yang kian mati

Ku pejamkan mata hati
dari sepi dan sinaran sang mentari
agar kau dapat mengerti
yang dunia ini tiada simpati
buat mereka yang sering lari
dari terus menempuhi hari
yang penuh dengan onak dan duri

Tiada untung dan juga rugi
asal usaha sepenuh hati
biarlah perit tetap ku gagahi
membakar semangat yang kian mati

Hidup ini hanya sekali
peluang datang dan juga pergi
jangan kau sesekali menghindari
apa yang datang dengan sendiri
jangan sekali kau sesalkan apa yang di ambil kembali
tiada yang selamanya kecuali mati

Epitaph

Are we dying by the suffocating grip of fascination?
Is infatuation a crime punishable by breaking the heart of one self?
Are you tired of this proverbial mundane ordinary routine of living a life worthy of dying?
Is falling for someone an unconscious reaction to being alone?

Where is the wiser when answers are no where to be found?
What will become of us if we keep on wondering?
When is this quest for explanation is going to end?

subtlety and not aristocracy
a shinning light in the face of mediocrity
break me free of this complacency
I don't want to be just another face in the crowd
Don't want to lead another meaningless consumer driven life

I'm tired of breaking someone else's fall
I'm done with playing the role of a mole
a caffeine laden drink and cocaine lined utensils
tell me if I'm telling an untruth

It ends tonight when the darkness turn to light
I'm sorry but I cant give you what you're asking of me

Are you leaving too ??

Starved to death in a land of plenty

In a land of make believe that doesn't believe in me

making a mockery out of novelty

poetic cryptic rhyme on the wall of shopping malls

everyman for himself

we are living in a world that is slowly getting smaller

mother nature wouldn't approve

the children of Y generation, the love child of "i-don't-give-a-f**k" mentality

Avoid any uneasy situation, solidarity is an unspoken field of gold

Music is the weapon of the future

beauty magazines will only makes you feel ugly

dawn of the uprising... rise my fellow oppressed

I wont apologize for being who i am...