I'm Here Waiting

I am always here waiting for you

Dancing in the growing darkness

Singing along to the tune of duskiness

That was played by the harp of the nights

I am always here watching for you

As you ride along the dusty, insensate road

As you climb the tall fat wall to reload

As you realize it’s not day but twilights

I am here and there for you

Seeking high and low

I paid some visits to say hello

Alack, my presence will ignite frights

I am always here waiting for you

Expecting the ripe moment

To begin my concert of separating and torment.

p/s: who am I? I'm D

Robots,Hearts, Hell

Many a people find it is a must to fall in love since they don’t wish to turn themselves into robots. How do they relate these two things? Robots? Love? Falling in love, again and again, time and again, is it really, intrinsically the nature of man? I mean, is it an utter necessity to have a pakwe/makwe along by your side while you are still, figuratively, do not have a proper grasp onto yourself?

 How about you yourself? -Your financial issue, your job, your everything. Oh, and how about your parents? Your study? I, for one, as a student, does not harmonise with the fall-in-love attitude. not anymore.

For some reasons, I could not help myself but to scorn to the ideology of youngster-but-not-yet-matured love. i’m sorry if my words offended anyone, but seeing this situation really gives me a gist of tasting hell. i could not find a way on how not to feel guilty wasting my parents’ money to buy top-ups, as well as the remorse to top-up more sins.

One more thing, the topic regarding hearts, broken hearts, for example, should not be treated too seriously.

The people who do not have bf/gf are not robots btw. maybe they are still searching the meaning of life, and also to suffice themselves, to make it more sensible and logical to find a mortal love, when the time is right.

 ah. but this piece of writing might just be applicable only to a student like me who still needs to strive for my study. for those who have worked and have already get the grasp of your gravity(already got your source of income and all), fall la in love with suitable person ork. nok ngat fall in love. find one.

p/s: this is not a serious writing, it’s just a casual one. trust me.

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Putting aside dreams, hopes, wishes, desires, vision, mission, aim, target, or whatever you call them, let’s see what’s left in you. Nothing. An empty vessel that contains some functional organs, and certainly a brain, but still nothing, as in nothing nothing. Human live on hopes and dreams, and we feed on success, accomplishment and realization of our dreams. As a matter of fact, the will to dream is one of the distinctions that separate our species from animals and plants. If the fuel of a car is petroleum, then the fuel which keeps pushing human forward is a little coherent thing called desire. Fullstop.

Bad Cough, Exams, Home

It’s been a while since I got infected with some sort of bacterium which constantly reproducing(tremendously), invading, intruding, and hacking into my respiratory system. I couldn’t help myself but coughing persistently when i got the feeling of the weird airflow lingering in my throat.

A perfect masterpiece is finished in no time- a bad bad cough. Not a good timing though. How I wish it to occur at least a bit later since I am still struggling(literally) in the examination week. not a single soul who dwells in this wretched world will let the precious remaining marks to be abolished from his sight.

 what more it has came to finals. i cannot let that to happen. to me, if it comes to exams, it’s a war then. this issue is no kick-about. my parents always told me to always be ready to face exams, no matter how petty or pesky the examination is. ok mom. ok dad. all checked. no worries. i’ll be home in one piece.