One.

I remember the days when I could write anything I want, however I want.
I miss those days.

No longer can I do those things, simply because if I do, truth will not sit well with the reality.

I miss it, really.
I miss it all.

Sometimes, I just want to close my eyes and imagine I'm in another story.
In my story.
Not this, story.

If they only knew.

But then again, truth, as it often is, will not sit well with the reality.

The Knife.

If there's one thing in the world I could ask for,
There will only be one and one thing I will ever and always wish for.

I'd give anything, everything.

If and only if.

Keep Up.

Haven't been blogging for ages.
I've been so busy, so occupied with the things that is happening here.

Everyday is an adventure for me, always.

Plus, there are so many other social media that takes up so much of your time, it's hard to keep up!

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, InstaMSG - to name a few!
I don't know who people keep up with the Internet.

9Gag, News, Google, Wikipedia, Yelp, TravelAdvisor, Blogs - like seriously, when will I have enough time to read all of them - not to forget all the awesome TV series that's happening on AT&T - the new movies that comes out, and most importantly - THE REAL LIFE!!!

Oh well.

I will try to keep up.

The Shake that Shakes You

Being a food lover, one of my favorite things to do is to explore new and different places to eat.

It was a hot day here in the States so I went round and round and found myself at Goode Company Taqueria.

One of my friend told me about their To-Die-For Pecan Pie so I thought it'd be a great time to have that for tea time.

While waiting for it, I saw Chocolate Cinnamon Shake on their menu and decided to try it.

Oh. My. God.

It is TO DIE FOR.

I am officially addicted to it, regardless of how many calories it adds to my body.

I think its worth every single calorie.
Oh noms noms.

XY. (Yellow)

Your skin..
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful.

Do you know?
You know.
For you, I'd bleed myself dry.

For you I bleed myself dry.

Ticking Time Bomb

Sudah lama aku biarkan kau.
Bukan aku lupa, tidak.
Tidak sama sekali.

Cuma, kadang-kadang, aku jadi buntu.
Akan apa yang boleh aku tulis di sini.
Tanpa hiraukan akibatnya.

You know?
Some things are better left unsaid, is it really?

But how much can you take before you explode with all the words in your head and all the locked emotions in your heart?

Maka, tunggu dan lihat.

The Difference.

It's not that I can't.

It's just I won't.
And don't want to.

Crystal clear?

Figure It Out.

For a thousand times, I found myself asking "Why? Why?"

Note To Self.

You are depressing. LMAO.

The Absence of Words.

I envy those who could write every single thing in their life, especially their lowest, darkest and saddest moments, so freely and openly for everyone to read. I sallute them.
I can never do the same.

I've started writing in my journal again.
My physical journal.
With an actual pen.

My pen write words I simply can never share through the soft clicks of a keyboard, publicly.
My journal keeps my soul, sane.

FootNote: And one of the things I despise the most, is when the uninvited invades a journal. 9Gag Bitch Please face.