early winter morning

Assalamualaikum..

during winter, i hardly wakes up in the early morning. it may be because i slept late and moreover, the winter breeze in the morning is so meticulously great..!! i could hide in the saratoga all day. weeee~~~

your blooming lace

warming in the smoothest thickest afghan
snoring by the means of the winter chill
turning fan buzzing loudly in my ear
water tap drips by bit ticking me up

within moment i tried to fight desire
how it gently pat me with its soft fur
eyelashes hugs and feathers upon another
crunched up body deep in the late shadow

in blue you came whispering mellifluously
sleekness of your sleek drools my affection
they slips and showed me your blooming lace
which peels my canthus to bring me light

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i miss u dearest Erynn~~

hanyalah objek

Assalamualaikum..

tema: jasa yang tidak membalas
persoalan:dilema penulis melihat sesuatu itu tidak berbalas. "Dok gu", lebih tepat kata untuk digunakan.
nada: melankoli, sempoi


Si Tiang


Apabila yang meniang tidak membalas
ketukan dan sepakan,
perlukah pula kau berkata
hanya untuk mengetahui
sama ada si tiang kan bereaksi.

berjalanlah kaki dengan lusuh
sehingga sendi tergigit
dan urat memutus.

debuan jua kan menyelit
pada alur-alur epidermis
membentuk identiti.

batuan pada celahan pasir tertiup
ke hala melalu calar serpihan kaca.

besi berkarat pabila bayu laut
sejuk menusuk sum-sum merah.


nukilan Tept, 100110

apabila ketiadaan kertas, tisu juga boleh digunakan untuk menulis

start!!

assalamualaikum..




strayed motive

we keep on moving ahead.
and yet, we should stop sometime,
because we may get tired on the way.

we keep on moving ahead.
even if there are fools upon our way,
acquainted, and let the imbecile go.

we keep on moving ahead.
making fool out of our self,
and made the fool to be of others as well.

why bother moving on?
you're telling something unimportant,
let your motives stray away from the competent.

lets make this a fight.
a fight to determine,
if you really want to be on the top
and if you really want to win.

you make all the other losers
just by standing on your own
and making lame your name.




let us pray that 2010 would be a difference.. pray that Allah SWT would give the best to all of us.
keep on praying that things would always seems easy for us. even though it may burdens others.
and live on.. for the year ahead..

spoken, the lamest 2 phrase

Assalamualaikum..

i keep on writing poetry, neither the readers like it or not, neither if I like it or not, my heart just tell me to write on, though probably the poetry wouldn't even be read, read by the person, the beloved that I'm writing too. but as it all just some words lining up to make a phrase, why bother what it meant and what it meant for? how can we say that these 26 letters,space, coma, and full stop could make an art or merely embed the feel of love?



Wait till the maghribi summer

all the thing that keep us apart
and keep us going on wider,
makes the sense in which i miss,
the heart and soul that i fell for.

on every detail of clouds,
i try to picture your image,
and the wind would blow through,
as if they know that i miss you.

let me run a footstep closer,
even though you know i cant to.

this shivering winter has hold me,
to wait till the maghribi summer.

i cant recognize the dream that i had,
where its me, a mosque and u there.
with a bed that is lovely to see,
in your hand you bear our 1st child.

why does this sounds so awkward to us,
because we're probably too young to.

but in else in any matter of fact,
i know that i would only love you.

dear my love i tried to told you,
that i had deeply fell in love with you.

from Melbourne to Sydney,
south pole breeze, sand storm,
green grass or white little snow,
you shall see this one day.

from Woodland to Cangi,
the concrete roads,
and the high metal building,
made me think of our future together.

from Alexandria to Cairo,
made me plead to God,
to make this bond eternal for us.

Kajang to Kuala Lumpur,
reminds me of home,
where both of us has come from the same place.

Makkah to Madinah,
this journey yet not started,
but we had already started running.

all the little souvenirs that i brought,
have a little meaning to say that,
wherever i go wherever i am,
i'm always thinking of you.

it might be the lamest 2 phrase,
but its all that i got in this short phase.

kisah mimpi

Assalamualaikum..

mimpi bukan sebarang mimpi,
mimpi dibelai kasih dan rasa haru,
mimpi merasa sejuk,
hati berderbar,
jiwa dipulih bak whudu',
bunyi kembali lagu sediakala,
tidak gemuruh malah tenang,
menyingkap soal mata dan hati,
di mana penglihatan melihat kecantikan,
tiada jua yang pertama,
hanyalah yang kedua
jua mengaburi mata menjatuh hati.

istikharah telah memanggil mimpi,
mimpi diharap memberi petunjuk,
maka terlihatlah,
dan nyatalah,
suasana dan imej yang menyeluruh,
menunjukkan segala isi yang dipinta.

tiadalah lagi jua hati ini bingung,
diantara cabang yang lain untuk dipilih.

semalam, aku telah menyilam satu dunia yang baru dan asing bagi diriku. jejaknya langkah kakiku ini ke sebuah Masjid yang besar tersegam indah, lantai marmar berkilau seribu, tiang masjid lebar berdepa tiga lagi putih, kubahnya bulat, besar dan biru.

terdapatnya tangga di mana aku turun, turun menuruti langkah berjaga-jaga yang segan akan kebesaran-Nya. mencecah langkah terakhir, terlihat wajah seorang rupawan yang tidak ku kenali, baju kurungnya indah seindah-indah persalinan, rambutnya hitam dan lurus serta panjang melepasi dada. mukanya yang putih seputih suria membuat ku tergamam akan kecantikannya.

"masuk di sini", kata rupawan itu.

di bawah masjid itu terdapatnya satu bilik, ruangan sederhana dan sama seperti latar yang lain, berwarna putih. terdapatnya sebuah katil yang sandarnya seorang lagi rupawan yang langsung* ku tidak boleh gambarkan. maka hanya dia kah? tidak. sandarnya itu sambil mengendong seorang bayi dan jelita itu jua mendodoikan bersama lagu irama yang menusuk jiwa indah suaranya. hanya cahaya** yang ku nampak.

aku keluar sebentar, hendak mengambil whudu'. maka berjalanlah beberapa langkah aku ke sebuah kamar berperigi. maka berwhudu'lah. dan sedarlah ke realiti, mendengar azan subuh memanggil jasad yang lemah ini berjemaah subuh.


*langsung: menimbulkan suara fitnah jika digambarkan
**cahaya: tidaklah jelas imej yang dilihat, namun tergambar di hati si jelita itu.

persoalan: aku akan "membina masjid" kah?

pelukis armatur itu tidak mengetahui

Asslamualaikum..



The Amateur Artist


he comes with nothing,
expect to draw somehow an 'art', he said
instead he imagine the picture of his lover,
and the moment not to be missed
he picture her well,
as if she was there by the time he starts to draw

but time,
it has been a problem
as every line drawn was a waste
every reminiscence of carbon and water line
the picture he made,
it was love itself
majestically embedded on a scrap paper

waste has it been
dumped in a curragh perhaps?

there was nothing left in his heart
Love was pictured,
and gone. forever





*this was written on 1910 GMT+2, 21/10/09
*on the tram at Alexandria, Egypt

lame on a plane

Assalamualaikum..



Of Our Little Stories that Rhyme

Its a little awkward here,
Seeing your face so bright,
Calling out my name so loud.

I could have been speechless,
With not a word to say,
By your prettiness undisplayed.

Cant stop looking in your eye,
So let me just say that I,
Had fallen in love with you.

Of our little stories that rhyme,
talking about our past time,
where it was first I see your smile.

With the distance we have,
we cant just meet again,
as before at the same place.

Let me just promise to you,
that i would cross the ocean,
to hear your lips say I do.

But that is out of boundary,
out of my willingly,
so pray, that God give me,

the future as be it we,
and just live on happily,
under the roof built by you and me.



*this was written on 0818 GMT +8, 13/10/09.
*i was on the plane to Cairo.
*So, generous readers, what do you have to criticize on this?

down the hill

Assalamualaikum.


Down the Hill

walking down the hill,
after working all day with the tips of my pen,
hearing your footsteps,
the steps that i adore really resembles,
loudly your voice called,
startles me up with a chill down my spine.

looking at your eyes,
seeing you beg for something u cant afford to,
but your voices pleases,
words that soothes plead for forgiveness,
with your smile that shines,
happiness indeed spreads through the air, hell yeah.

its that time of the season

Assalamualaikum..

there had been a recent seasonal change.

it might be the stars that doesn't shine on Cancer if u believe in stars.
it may also be the clouds that shadows my path and i cant look to make a decision.
probably its the eyes where it gets too blurry and everything seems unclear.
where there is autoimmune and it eats up the brain and frankly i cant remember a thing.
its the time at which i walk with cat's paw and i just walk like a ghost through the hallway.
anything that i do seems to be wrong, and anything i did left unspoken.
nothing in any title that you're writing would be read and it would be left as remains.
there would be faeces from the anus and it feels like it came back like you're a rodent.
its the time where most of us fell into a sand trap and you're the only one that cant escape.
you are running as far as you can but u still cant reach the clouds that are above of your sky.
you tried to drink from some kind of crystal glass and it slipped off, turning into dust and water.
you called someone you loved but the operator is the only person who would loved to answer it.
its the time at which anything you touches burns, and everything you look at disappear.






what time is it now?


its that time of the season.

.





but,
i would wait, patiently,


as my star wud shine as the brightest of all to the last galaxy that can be seen by our eyes.
the sun would glistens and heavenly the eye would give me the most righteous guidance.
where eyes are sharp as an eagle and be so wise to make decision like a falcon.
the neuron would travel as twice as fast and the world would slow down as u desire.
its the time where every footsteps count and people stood silently as they feel your aura.
anything you do is right, and everything you spoke off would be taken action.
the writing will be highly appreciated and it wud be some kind of a legend masterpiece.
there would be flowers that grew from the fertilizers that colours the sky beautifully.
its the time you're on a stepping stone and walk u will be further to the other horizon.
you ran as far as you can and you feel that the grass is greener, and the sky is clearer.
with your poise that pleases, everyone is looking at you while you take a sip of the champagne.
you didn't talk to your love one, as left you both unspoken with your lover on the phone all night.
everything you look at shines, and everything you touches grew beautiful and sheen.





.

you're the lover of a 3rd voice

Assalamualaikum.. from inspiration by Amin Hudi


You're the lover of a 3rd voice


i cant figure why she cant reply it,
immediately after truly said that i missed her,
its not like she would go ran out of credit,
as she is one of the none getting richer.

then it would just be me and the blankey without having the ability of the capability to turn mr sparky up and turn the room warmed up.
end up its just me being lonely shaking up the freezes chills zero that should have killed me moments ago.
braced it to find some words from your heart that cud be the ignition to warmed up my heart but all the nonsense just caught back to me.

as she is the O lover of every 3rd voice
that speaks from anyone with a smart ass,
but why do you have to act as cold as ice,
cant we had just a little bit of compromise?

so i scrunched up,
get the chill out,
move a little bit to warm up,
but chill still got my butt,
i got fu**ed up,
but what the heck,
its not i'm in the end of the world to feel sad.

what i'm telling you here is that i'm being sincere,
that my voice came from the heart like an art,
but all this talk is like you're deaf to hear,
so i lie down on my back and just like that.

i hold on and flipped my phone,
waiting for you to beat my tone,
but could it be that the feel has gone?
and so stand me here all alone.

of the voices from the 3rd that kept u by close to all the chemical but all was just zero to anything that is worse than anything that has been given to you.
let the lying speaks of the truth that cant be handled, not long after a couple of weeks that a couple has been where a crack appears and the 3rd has speak.
they're numb by their uno and dos as nothing is compared to the voices that speaks for me, sincerely when i gave a huge wave of words that i admit.


Anwar Azhari
5 PM GMT +2 23/10/2009

jangan kau layu di hadapan aku

Assalamualaikum.

selamat menyambut ulangtahun kemerdekaan Malaysia yang ke-52.

bersyukur ke hadrat ilahi kerana dengan limpah kurnianya kita masih lagi berada dalam keadaan merdeka sejak 52 tahun yang lalu. bersyukur juga kerana kita dapat hidup dalam keadaan aman dan damai dalam negara yang unik ini, di mana kita terdiri daripada berbilang kaum yakni Melayu, Cina, India, dan ramai lagi.

persis si melur dalam bayu pagi itu,
tatkala sayu meraung di kuntuman pucuk,
menanti akan waktunya untuk mekar,
agar tampak indah, cantik lagi suci.

jangan kau layu di hadapan aku,
dalam itu aku sebak melihat kau,
berjuangkah aku atau tidak ketersampaian
usaha yang dikorbani tak tampak dihargai.

janganlah kau mati di hadapan aku,
tatkala rokok, dadah dan arak pada ginjalmu,
terasa aib ingin menutup sangkar kepala,
melihat tubuh kau menjadi saksi perbuatan.

selak

Assalamualaikum..

puisi ini berunsur lucah.
jangan baca jika anda tidak mahu baca.




maka terselak,
putih gebu dinampak,

pipi penampak ditempelak,
masuk muka dalam kotak.

hanya sekali,
itulah rezeki,

teringat kembali,
itulah tragedi.

mata kanan tertunduk,
mata kiri terbeliak,

kepala hayun angguk,
tahan dada biar segak.

gigi diketam,
tangan digenggam.

lidah basah mencarut,
lidah lembut pinta ampun,

perut masuk angin senggugut,
jangan terus bangun.

hatta disebut kisah imam Syafie,
hafaz terus setelah mengaji,

selak putih gebu wanita arab,
lalu pelajaran menjadi gagap.

berjumpa mengadu kepada guru,
ditinggalkan akannya pesan nasihat,

wahai syafie wahai anakku,
tinggalkanlah kamu akan maksiat.

smile of an angel- the distance

Assalamualaikum. a simple thought s a boy. a dream that is felt, a reality to chase, a patient to wait.

do also read Smile of an angel-the lyrical glimpse

*i just notice that i misspell angel with angle on the 1st poem

The Distance

dedicated to,
Jasmin Munchar Elias


miles by the sea,
hours by the plane,
distance i took for a change,
almost the hardship tear me apart,
but to think about a soul i fell for before,
stood me back up to be fully packed.

the route i took might be lost from the book,
each time to think there's a thought missing,
neither eyes nor lips could have stay,
but the name that for sure not to be absent,
shall make me remember you, as you,
not falling for sparks nor smiles,
as i got affected only by your soul.

but it would just be the humble me,
never i think that love is something that i afford to give,
for i did not create it,
but for you, dil-'aram,
the love of God,
i shall seek it with you,
that is all i wanted to do,
to live under eternity within happiness,
where bayou flows beneath the ground we stand.

as it is

Assalamualaikum..

Of the apologize that comes not from the feeling of guilt, but from the fear of something upcoming would trouble theirselves.

Of the hardness of battle that comes from the devil is hard enough to hurt others and to make theirselves hurt.

Of the blindness that comes from a witch would take the word hideous apart and place the word lust into the part.

Of the voices of our little brothers having a quarrel is annoying enough, but as how water cant be split, as it is, brotherhood.

Of the patience that were held comes to nothing as how we thought that taking action as smooth or as rough would be the best.

Of the words that are vital to be memorized, as vital as it would be, we are handling it nice and slowly with care.

Of the affection that comes, should not be mistaken with someone else, but to take it as it is and to be greatful with the love that were given.

Of the hardship that were carved by a single man, would be the inspiration of thousands of men.

Of the drugs that stimulates, have it the harm but to be remembered is the part which pleasures us most.

Of the sickness that comes, are to be cured with warmth and soon the cold would disappear.

spitting image

Assalamamualaikum..

of all the spitting image that we seen everyday, in which some matches and others dont, i tend to see that the Final day is reaching nearer and nearer to us everyday.

of all the memories that are kept inside us and some memories that we want it to be forgotten are the ones that we remembers the most.

of the two phrases written up there, should be ignored because they are just crap written spontaneously by my two hands.

of the crackers that blow up our ears off and yet we repeat it as the joy and satisfaction comes from the part which hurts us.

of walking down the beach on midnight and feel the cold trembles in our veins, be it cold as the warmth of love are the one that we need most.

of drawing up the faces of our love ones yet the image would be bored by ourself, and we question the reasons of the drawing.

of no replies comes from the doings from the sweat, putting the affection into place, yet effort that we took were just seem as meaningless.

of the joy of writting now comes to my fingers, i continue to write about craps that would be ignored by everyone who read it.

of the ignorance that are aware, but ignorance as it is, just ignore as it is, while ignoring take the upper hand as to think takes the least.

of the end.

*i'm not home and 'kami' requested a new post, so here it is.

sickness

Assalamualaikum..

makan nasi yang terbiar,
tentunya telah dicemari bakteria.

sakit perut dan demam,
tiada selera nak mamam.

muntah-muntah keluar hingus,
keluar kahak berdengus-dengus.

datangnya Furhan berkata 'ok x'?
aku cakap, 'ko sendiri dh nmpak'.

cirit-birit usah dicerita,
patologi lagi lah tidak terbaca.

makan ubat dibeli nazli,
terus aku tidur mati.

lepas itu aku bangun sekejap,
minum sedikit air 7 up.

makan malam azri masak,
namun rezeki ini terpaksa ditolak.

waktu malam ada training tae kwon do,
tapi aku demam dowh..

kunyah pelan-pelan Snickers Bar,
untuk lapik perut yang amat lapar.

dapat mesej dari Irn, my groupmate,
dia cakap, 'get well soon, alrite!'

5omg caffein + 500mg paracetamol,
aku tak boleh nak tidur, lol.

terasa macam dapat insomnia,
aku chatting sekejap dengan Ilya.

esoknya aku tak datang kuliah,
menyelimuti diri dari pagi yang cerah.

waktu tengah hari ada gross pathology,
aku pun mandi dan terus berlari pergi.

aku ingatkan aku dah lambat,
rupa-rupanya kelas belum start.

sebelum ini kepala rasa berat,
tapi sekarang, sudah sihat walafiat.

ingin ku ucap terima kasih kawan-kawan,
kerana menjaga ku yang sakit macam kena sawan.

diriku menyakitkankah?

Assalamualaikum..

just very simple post for today.

and in this post, i hope that u all wud think back about things that we had done,

and things that we wud do.

and may also be things that we did but actually we dont want it to happen.

diriku menyakitkankah?

aku sakitkan ko ke?
oh kawan,
ko nangis, aku sebak,
ko merajuk, aku pujuk,
ko senang, kita lepak,
ko lapar, aku masak,
ko imam, aku makmum.

aku tikam, ko elak,
aku tumbuk, ko tepis,
aku sepak, ko balas balik terajang,
aku tampar, ko pukul,
aku ludah, ko muntah,
aku hantuk, ko terantuk,
aku lebam, ko pun lebam,
aku berdarah, ko parah.

i sakitkan u ker?
owh sayang,
i miss call, u call,
u buzz, i buzz balik,
i sms, u reply,
u keluar, kite dating,
i lapar, u belanje,
u nak baju baru, i belikan je la,
i sakit, u jaga,
u rindu, i pilu.

i lupe besday u, u majok,
i x belikan u baju baru,
u x nk kuar ngan i,
i beli tiket movie yg u x sker, u tido dlm panggung,
i bz smpai x layan u, u invi,
i tampar, u nangis,
i x sayang u, kita clash jer la.

saya menyakitkan ke?
oh mama, oh ayah,
ayah kejutkan, saya bangun tido,
mama masak, saya makan,
ayah pergi kerja, saya ikut,
mama pergi masjid, saya ikut,
saya bodoh, ayah ajar,
hati saya gelap, mama terangkan,
kita solat, ayah imam.

ayah mintak tolong, saya berat tulang,
mama suruh belajar, saya malas,
ayah marah, saya diam,
mama marah, saya merajuk,
ayah pukul, saya tahan,
mama pukul, mama x sanggup nak pukul anak sendiri,
saya fly, mama nangis,
saya rindu mama ayah, mama ayah pn samer.

huhuhu..

thats all 4 today.

winter with a summer breeze - TepT's rhapsody part 3

huhuhu..

Assalamualaikum..

TepT: happy-er

just be happy of whatever,
then u'll b happy and happier,
be a Dr to make people healthy
while getting yourself wealthy
then u'll realize that u didnt suffer
as happy as how tept wud be,
thats when u'll fell d summer breeze
then anwar azhari is also me.

Anwar: Intelligence

anwar is always studying
not to forget to get his lips smiling
just be a person who is learning
to be a person of something
thats his way to be well-being
as tept and azhari always are living..

Azhari: Romance

azhari are to be loved
as high as the flying of d doves
though his heart always felt sore
just to think of it more and more
how to get our mind free?
if azhari keep being me?
then 1-1= 1+1
cuz in time i wud won
in d fight of black cats
by just meowing with voice everlast
and anwar follows as TepT

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nice to meet u all- part 1

Assalamualaikum..
Aku baru sampai ktt kot.. ni aku rasa kot.. n ni yg ak nak ingat kot.. salah silap maafkan la jgn lak kentot..

hye there..

ma name is tept sigmoid and i like it to be simple
found out that sepang is d place 2 go before egypt
the place is yet unreliabaly senget and ma head just fall
i cant believe tht theres such a college in such a place

well first of all lets meet the people in person
hey u, wats up, ma name is anwar and i come here by ma car
hey dude, ma name is nezly and i just noe i'm in KTT
i luv ma hair just as much as u luv ur scar
comin here from rawang i just gettin to know sepang
but sure i gotta let maself b comfortable here.

weyh jeDu..! cant believe tht ur here too
weyh tepet, r u gonna b in KTT too??
yeah sure dude, cant believe we got d same place
he is jadu, d guy where saser is d place of influence
got to here from muar,
he is really the man who evrybody wud just say "wah"

nama saya.. akmal
he's the one who seems most confident here
i gotta admit tht he knows what hes doin
d 1st q comin out from me is tht,
ko tido kat bilik maner?
n he is like, here, in this room "bawah ni jer"

gotta check out his roomate
d name zaihas n he is skinny yet healthy
seems cool n all when arrived at KTT
he's d 1st one whom i saw right here in this college
gettin here with his parents just like evryone do
its really hard to make new friends

i just wanna be in the same room as jadu
but there seems to be a bag on d floor
just had to ask "sapa punya?"
jadu then say "ada budak botak dari utara"
the name hasyimi and evrybody knows him
was polite n all n is quite a mysterious guy
spend a lil time with him and u will noe him

OMG,
its somehow quite awkward,
who is she?!
strolling down d line to be noe tht she's taken,
shes makin a noise in d hallway n caught our attention,
thought to be a chinese but shes act just a sarawakian,
d name is hana yasmin marzuki and shes an angle with a smile so keen

Oh no..! we got a orientation week
n im here in d same group with a girl named hazirah here
i dunt think i cud guess who is her but shes quite a leader
lets just do the modelling stuff n be outta here

hey u,
i havnt hear ur voice yet
ur a very silent person
yet we gotta work together to do this modelling stuff
can i just now ur name so we cud work better.
haha. it takes me 4 times to hear her name.
ikra, awak pemalu kot orangnyer.

n here is where d crack up gets crank up
theres gonna b mc's for d orientation day
i am it cuz its like d ktt staff seems im up
cudnt c whos im partnerd with but its okay
seeing tht impression only leads to hey there
i dunt think this is goin anywhere
its great tht i c confidence and easy to work with a natural chemistry
heck that simplest way that i shud know her name before doing this thingy?
just after all is ends then i heard that pple calls her Ani
i mean its like, whats her real name anyway?
didnt get to noe till its class tyme on LH5.
and she is sweet as honey, her name is nurfarahani.

woah..
all d sudden pple wud just lookd at her
pple noe that she wasnt just actin
that to noe her name is fatin,
just said that arab is a simple thing that she had already own
cudnt resist the fact that she is from d hottest satay hometown

owh we c that KTT is a cool place tht seems great
c theres a thing where KiTT king wud b announce
say tht yadiy, ko la king kitt!!
a natural leader to be taken,
to lead us better and not to be broken.
its not something to be seen forsaken.
just see that pple wud trust him real great as a raven.

huhu..

i'll pause the rythm here.
to be continued by "the life continued as we get along"
just a hold up the rap yet not to say so long
tuned in 2 d 2nd part of this crap.
where its d best part to b heard and memorised.
owh damn i really need to stop.
seems that i really had lost ma riddle from da top.
i'd been caught
ma tongue just got blobbed.

just a salam by the phrase assalamualaikum,
hope that u'll come by my blog again to fell d rhapsody's momentum.

tept's rhapsody- part 2

Assalamualaikum..

here goes the rhapsody..

the sun is shining,
so shines the moon,
here am i blogging,
i hope an idea wud come soon.

red wall made up of brick,
red hole wud make a well,
anis is currently sick,
zaihas has all become well.

girls wud play with doll,
boys wud stand by the wall,
i bought a red basketball,
pok jak has a new football.

the butterfly had flew away,
flew away to the flower pit,
today is ice cream giving day,
and iznie had already demand it.


hahaha..

anyway,

here's a wonderful quote i got from travis,

"dont let it gas u up, its all nonsense"