My Life After 30/07/09

Actually.... nothing has change. I'm living my normal, daily life. Trying to find something that can spice my life a bit. Mock exam has finished.... I don't want my papers but force to. Teacher will ask to look at the marks, calculate it, do corrections then keep it; the usual stuff. Normal lessons will resume tomorrow I guess. I have nothing to celebrate. I went to DQ last night at Bandar, I want to eat this particular ice cream but apparently the ingredients to make has finished. The ice cream is oreo cheesecake. I have no story, no idea what to write about and I'm going to watch channel 413. This one paragraph nonsense tells you how bleak my life is right now. I'm deciding whether to go to 'majlis' that my neighbour is having later at 2.30pm. A huge sigh from me....

Resurrection

I was dead.

Abandoned by her was harsh,
My purpose in living
was gone, so
I died.

Silly you may think, but
how can I live without her?
What's the purpose?

Now,
She's back!
I'm happy but hurt still.
Hope she would never ever
leave me again.

Afterall,
I'm just a blog.
Without Rai, who'll
maintain and most of all,
Love Me!

I Heart You

ifyoucanreadthis

mymindisblankrightnow
iamdoingthisjustforfun
ifyoucanreadthis
meansthatyouaresuper

ifyoucanreadthis
iwillW

goodluckinfindingoutthemessage
allthebest ,
fromrai

The Day Finally Meets The Night

On my home from school one day, unexpected thing happened. The day meets the night, dividing the sky into half.

One half of the sky was painted naturally with streaks of apricot, strwaberry jam was spread all over and royal blue was the original colour of the canvas. Glowing rays of the hidden sun was still visible.

The other half has the colour of the midnight blue. Starring at the unfathomable sky, rouses me the feeling that something is lurking in the corner. Dark, cottony cloud was racing -to the finishing line- against time.

Rain was on its way.

The Piano

A grand forte,
Black or white,
Is still a grande.

The pressings of the keys,
Crescendos are composed.
Beautifully; undescribable by words.

The sound, to me, is
like wine to others,
Lovely cantabile.

Heaven on earth,
I might say.