Me, Myself and I

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I know it is not perfect, But it's life.Life is MESSY sometimes..

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Just like that?

Errm....What if, for example...
you create a different pain, in order to replace an unbearable one?
If you do that...don't you feel like you could forget the pain even for a moment?
Of course there's no way you could erase the pain that consumed your lone soul ...just like that.. Even if you cut your wrist and watch the blood drips heavily onto the blue tiles...
Watch with blank eyes at the numb and cold hand that starting to turn blue under the fluorescent lights.
Lay your head back and shut your eyes tight when the heart constricted again.
You sick of the tension. You want to be someplace else.
Well, i'm wish to stay in my own world of sanctuary too.
But i realised that i have to live with the same pain even though i found my little piece of heaven in this deceitful world.

This I dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring.



Friday, July 22, 2011

Yada yada yada...

There is something crawling in the back of my head.
Saying that I could not take it anymore.
But instead letting the tears of defeat smearing my cheeks, I held my head high.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Liar Liar.




Walk in a corner shop
See a shoplifting cop
See the old lady with a gun
See the hero try to run
Nothing's what it seems, I mean
It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean
There's children paying bills
There's monks buying thrills
There's pride for sale in magazines
There's pills for rent to make you clean
Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother
Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother


Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand

A waitress brings me lunch
We meet but do not touch
On TV, D.C. is selling lies
While in the corner, King's dream dies
Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend
A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him
The mayor has no cash
He said he spent it on hookers and hash

Sunday, July 3, 2011

my hands are small, I know.



If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters

"Hands" By Jewel

typical us.


people are creatures that put 'self before others', 'convenience before what's right'.
Who have to have expectations always. True?