Sunday, April 4, 2010

Why This?



For all thats one, we come up with motions that we'd do..

If its right.. then we benefit
If its wrong.. why do this bull?

If its nothing,
Answer that fake, cracked smile....



Does.. It.. Matter?




Above All Sorts


The look on that face, signifying nothing.. nothing.. nothing, at all.
But we don't know, as we don't have the ability to know..
Unless, we have. (:

But some questions never fail to bother us
like..

Why.. why does that facial expression have to show such mystery?
Such that.. our mind would result hanging in the balance of a raised eyebrow
Such that.. its something we'd do, not to get ourselves that uneven spirit
Such that.. this aura probably lead you to face one of the most..

one of the most fuming challenges for your head~

Like a liar, looking for forgiveness..
perhaps sometimes, we speak of the truth..
where we haven't got the chance to really understand the truth,
just jerking it out, like we could..
we don't know, we act like we know.. its throbbing through everywhere.



Everywhere, everywhere, until everyone who.. who..
Who wouldn't sit down, and wonder..
While the sun would be shinning towards sensuality, beyond that.. could be jeopardy.


Saturday, April 3, 2010

Cold Pressure



-When your science teacher smashed a frozen rose with a hammer,
did you warm the petals to bring them back to life?-

"Yeah, I tried."




The World Behind My Wall





Trains in the sky,
Are travelling, through fragments of time,
They're taking me to parts of my mind,
That no one else can find.

I'm ready to fall,
I'm ready to crawl,
On my knees to know it all,
I'm ready to heal,
I'm ready to feel,

Take me there.



Friday, April 2, 2010

Five People




"All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time."


You know, books like these can really make a change on that little matter, and how you see it. Unlike those some unwholesome thoughts that might kill you from the inside, flipping that few pages each day, you can bend it back. With the touch from the process of life to death, Mitch Albom did his magic again, impressively, about life
after death, with "The Five People You Meet In Heaven". Exotically, his stories went even more over the border of imagination, injecting that heavenly feeling into you.


"And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next,
and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one."

~Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven~



...and i thank Jen Ning, again. :)