perfectlyimperfect

Kalau aku happy sangat, Kenapa tak join saja? Kenapa perlu keluar keringat? Buat aku sengsara. Kalau aku gembira gila, Kenapa kau perlu jealous? Aku nak kongsi ketawa, Tak perlulah envious. Aku tahu dulu kita rapat, Sembang selalu gelak tak ingat, Dah takdir Tuhan berselisih faham Tak ada chemistry, aku pun pergi Memang di hati rasa kecewa, Tak senang hidup dah hilang teman Kugagah juga walau merana Kubulat tekad, pandang ke depan Tapi itu dulu, aku berlalu itu yang kau mahu semahu hatimu Bukan mudah senyum kembali, Bukan mudah menjadi sendiri, Bila kujumpa gembira semula, Kenapa kau cemburu tak ingat dunia? Sudah-sudahlah Cukuplah Cubalah menjadi gembira semula Hidup di dunia hanya sekali Hidup dunia cukup menyiksa Kenapa menyiksa diri kau lagi

Aku sudah hidup cukup lama, Untuk aku mengerti bahawa manusia, Tidak layak menerima cinta, Dari aku mahupun sesiapa. Kerana manusia itu kejam, Derita yang lain mata dipejam, Derita sendiri tersebar sealam, Kepingin simpati tak tahan dipendam. Kerana manusia dalamnya tamak, Kononnya tulus hakikatnya bengkak, Hatinya busuk menanti rosak, Lusuh dan kotor menunggu rabak. Manusia itu kejam, Lelah aku memberi pinjam, Perhatian, cinta, kasih dan sokongan, Hasilnya kosong, tiada dipulangkan. Dan aku juga, seorang manusia.

Kawan aku kahwin. Ah, bergegar singgahsana bujang aku. Tercabar jiwa besar kejantanan aku Terbit keringat semangat kelakian aku Lihat cermin, lihat akaun bank. ... ... ... Cancel semua perasaan hiperbola.

I was determined I'm going to conquer this rocky mountain I was doing fine I'm halfway there To the peak But then I stumbled Because of one little tiny rock, a stone I loose my balance Falling free, and hit the bottom hard. I'm back at square one. I had it all, but now I have none. I'm everything cuts and bruises, I'm crippled physically, tormented spiritually So much for determination, so much for the dream. I'm waiting for a miracle, But miracle don't come simple, I need help from the people, but that too ain't come simple. #No distinguishable rhyme, just like how my heart beats now.

Warning! : This post is not suitable for people who's about to have a meal, is having a meal, or just finished having a meal. Any throwing up and loss of appetite is at your own risk. When I was a kid, a little kid, I was a bit of a  Jamban ophobic. Well, a lot actually. I'd leave the door open when I'm doing the business, if you know what I'm saying. So that the confined space and the stories that setan living inside the room won't bother me while I'm finishing up the work to help the world to be more fertile. Oh, my business sure do have everything to do with baja.  Ah, I can see you already judging the decision I made to leave the door open. FYI, my jamban a.k.a the office was so creepy, it's the kind that's separated from the main house. Dark and surrounded by trees. Made from wood entirely , the door creaked when you try to open it. It gave me goosebumps just by imagining it. Really, I'm sweating right now. When I do the business, I