Hello! It's been a while since I've last blogged, even longer since I've last felt the impulse to pen something down on anything—paper, receipts, corners of random books, whatever — that when I started again a few days back, I felt like crying. My mind is always in a rush, even in moments of peace and silence. My thought tracks could never keep up. My mouth gave up without scarcely attempting. Ironic, isn't it, that...
I keep wanting to run away To shut myself out Wishing I never knew anybody Wishing I never existed Alone I wonder To all the people I have met Who am I in their eyes? Who am I in their minds? A psycho sick game Just another person Just another soul Not worth keeping Not worth remembering A shadow amidst light It's gonna be okay It's gonna be fine You, in the silence It'll be...
Soft brush strokes On the oil canvas Barely visible Barely there Just like her, Like moon Hidden behind dark clouds Face a half, Hair curtained Laughs and snorts Cynical and not Pebbles and rocks Dirty socks Dirty mocks Scars and marks Hidden a half Trembling hands Shaking heads Her Shed tears do not It's the drought What else is there Sand clock stops Time is up Whisper to the light Shadows on the street stay...
Taking off ― ONE OK ROCK ONE OK ROCK edits. This is my first time editing pictures and actually posting it up online. The jittery anxiety-rush feeling is kicking in. This must be the fight-or-flight response Ms Ily talks about in Biology class. (I still have yet to blog about my college life. It's so very long overdue hmmmpphhh) The images are from their music video. I just sorta print screen it. It's the beginners...
We scream until our chest hurt So that the emotional strain doesn't hurt as much We cry until our eyes red and dry To make up for all the 'sorry's we couldn't say We laugh until our stomach burn in pain To mask the sorrow hovering our hearts We smile that fake insincere smile To fool ourselves that this can be better. We are all fools Aren't we? We are all liars Aren't we? We're...
Sounds like barbie to me! I grew up with Barbie movies, Barbie songs, Barbie dolls, Barbie bags, basically everything Barbie. Lately my sister and I have been listening to Barbie songs and truthfully, I miss it. All the fun and imagination I get running wild in my head... ARGHHHHH Life was so carefree back then. My ultimate favourite Barbie movie has to be Princess and The Pauper. I mean that move is legitly my life...
These pictures are't mine. Found it on Google images. Credits to the owner(s). The blessed month of Ramadan is about to come to its end. I am very sad to be honest. This is the month where, in a literal context, Allah SWT offered us a huge sale for pahala and open the doors of heavens for us. Also this is the month where the cunning devils, syaitan, gets locked up, unable to persuade mankind to...
