lousy sunday evening

its about 5.12 in the afternoon now.
*sighs.
all my plans seem yellow and gray and bit of turquoise dot all over it .
its not about the dark cloud that slowly turning black, carrying the heaviest rains drop ever
again juga its not about the glass window breezing tick chill air from out side.

*yawn

as i wrote down
words fling over like a billions drops of tears into an overrated bowl of dead
Campbell mushroom
gathering my transaction executed:
lost, empty, numb, cold, lonely, dead, sick,
covering my fingers rhyming with my ugly lines.
as the line goes
i paste
i post
i read
i run
i forget
are somehow, pretty much nowhere to be found

to be honest
there just dope and sober lines gathered to get my point ahead
well really, really, really dope lines.
while the lines goes unraisable far.
far like far away land in peter pan tales
i realize there just no time left to fixed, this dead cells
time utterly illicit to made bargain of the outrage distortion i held
whats left and done made perfectly missed place.the outcome devastated and obliviously
cold
what should i pointed out, if m clueless
i look far beyond the sad eye of one's desire
there's a empty quote that rotate, along with hideous music play by my room mate
what a dwagg
this lost boy doesn't made out his point elsewhere
not loud as the thunder
or as fast as convert satria with 1.6 socket
nor as hot as led zep drummer
*smiling
the conclusion is

Im empty


blaming the situation
cursing people
ditching clique
ignored advice
harsh line
owing deeds
bad attitude
wrong turn
admiring you my friends

im sorry for that

my first riff

allrite this is it my 1st blog.
the first one suda mati since m too lazy to post anything on that site
i find it obliviously don't make any point to create and post on blog
cause there's just no one who goin to read it.
typically minded back then this time i'll try not to left the box empty.
*crossed finger lah
wuuuu
anyways
like a new resolution an the first day of new year.merely each of us have like a paradigm or sum shit that made us..(well ok,me) to gather that one steps and jump on..or crossed over.
*well that line doesn't make sense
haha
well what my point is..
this blog is all about nagging the stuff that we couldn't bear in real life..
more or less bitching about life.or in other words the medium of nothingness.
*nothingness is that a word?
ah..watever lah.
so on i'll be post load of scratch and solid dope charcoal piece of my not-so-interesting-life circle.
and i dont even care if there's no one who goin to read it.
yeah.

owh yah
today is the wilayahpersekutuan day.
lets prey may we could see more and more street demonstration this year
its so entertaining dow.
haha (m kindding)
anyhow im thinking about how did kl actually created.
the sweet tears of blackmail gang fight and harsh persuasion of local force created is that what we life for today?
m not a good writer nor subtractions of historical event
what i post is what i see.the damage physical of our lovely city.
the significant of independent latitude.
heh.the pig papaya now got load of terrorist oke.
are that what we good for?.
u decide.
owh yaeh..flip that dusty picture album of urs
take a deep snort..eh deep looks
have u change in this bits of life?
or the city that made us change?
or we never realize the changes?

:|
in conclusion i just want u too have a look at the old pic album je..hahah
thats all.
cause i reallize that in process of changes there's things we missed

miss
miss
miss
miss
miss 60
hahaha