I RAMBLE ON. I know there are incomplete sentences and many errors but that was because I was writing in a rush.
24052013
2.30am < I've got to change this to make it in sync with the date format.
0230
Many thoughts running through my mind. first It's preventing me from sleeping. Internship is by far the hardest phase in my life. Playing soccer under the block back when I was in primary school were the best moments in my life. I wish I had some time to talk to that girl in private to find out what she thinks about me. I'm starting to have this obsession where I start doing things in a fun way from the mundane & this obsession is something like the BBC's Sherlock Holmes 2011. It's the first time I've written my random thoughts on paper. Writing on a paper is beautiful because of the similar size of words grouped together & a similar space that separates them. Why am I anti-social in polytechnic? After selling our house at Woodlands, I've slept at 3 houses in Malaysia & currently one at Outram Park, Singapore. "In a relationship, the one who cares less is more powerful" Ghost of Girlfriend's past. I am the father of my family burdened or blessed with many responsibilities. I walk on the path of light but a rope is grabbing me by my little finger. I want to wear contact lenses and have eyes like Afiqah from Sonic Arts. It's funny how you think that you feel fine about what you recently did but later on regret most of it. Time flies, it fucking flies. On this metal chair I sit, shirtless. If I would be given a superpower, I would like to have full entry into heaven because God is superior in all forms of superpower. I want to celebrate a proper Hari Raya. As she ages, I'll slowly part away from her. The more I write, the more I feel like I'm going to die tomorrow. I love it how a body glides gracefully through the stares at you. You're a certified asshole. My hands aching. I'm going to take a breath. When I'm out of waters & the waters shut out all external noise, leaving you to your deepest thoughts. One of the scariest things about technology is that. Pearl Jam's song best expresses my emotions. When we cry, we are real. I do not want the Malay's to be lazy. Nasi goreng paprik at Al-Ameen is my favourite food. I need to be rich, fucking rich. I need to achieve the 7Fs in my life & they are faith, family, friends, fun, fortune, fuck & fortune. Everybody is dirty it's just a matter of who constantly clean themselves to hide the dirt. The birds are chirping & the wind is blowing but up ahead, a wolf space to write on this paper, I'll read this over again. My tongue did not use to curse but my ears heard many, my brain translated it into unnecessary but my tongue followed other tongues. Cook woman, Cook! More than 15 lines to go, man this is tiring. I want to be loved. I need to be loved. " That's me in the corner, losing my religion" - R.E.M. Faris bin Rasid is one of the purest friend I. have. As I run my fingers across her face, staring deeply into her eyes &lay a gentle kiss on her lips not of passion, but of tenderness. Sometimes in order to learn how to run, we do not need to walk first, we just run. The horse gallops into the thick forest, never to be seen again. Out of my mind, I'm out of my mind. Closed my eyes & I maintained my sanity. The rich get richer & the poor get poorer because of the middle income. It's not about wether the glass is half-empty of half-full, it's about knowing about the presence & importance of the glass as it holds the water in absolute stability. Adaptability, a fundamental survival skill. I want to start a family of my own so that I can experience that joy that I've never felt. I am sad. I love my sister very much & I wish she never push me away when I hug her. I hope my brother opens his eyes & be stronger. I want my father & my other brother back. Watch the television together, eat together, play together & pray together. I guess emotions take over you after wrting so much rubbish.
Muhammad Nur Shah, (Signature) 0330
1 comment:
Eh. I read all your post then why suddenly your post today very emo?
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