let the trouble i cause be the reason

"cause i'm a mess and you know that i can't help it..
trihone never seemed this long before"
(take this to heart, mayday parade)

Yes i'm one who shares only his joy and not his grief with his closest people.. if that is wrong, then i'm sorry.. i don't see the need to trouble others over my problems.. does that mean i don't trust them enough to share my worries? Heck no! it's because i trust them that i choose to do so.. i know that if they know my grief, they'll try their level best to help.. just like i would for them.. to those who know me enough, you know it's hard for me to say 'NO'.. not when you call for help.. not when you need someone to talk to..

i see friends as my reason to smile; the source of my laughter.. and i would not want to change that by burdening them with my sorrow.. sorry people, i know you care but that's just how i am.. I know i don't usually show it but i do care about everyone close to me.. i'll do anything to lend a helping hand..

i believe that everything we do is governed by our intuition.. the heart will tell the body to act accordingly to show how it feels.. but at certain points, even hearts get confused.. this ain't what can easily be explained by logic.. something that you can't see doesn't mean its not there.. maybe if you look hard enough, you'll see the unseen.. feel what is deep inside a person.. help him express what even his heart can't.

they say that when you love someone, you would do anything for that person.. but apparently 'would do' and actually 'doing' is a whole different thing.. sometimes they don't ask and so you don't know.. and sometimes you do it, but it just ain't enough.. the complication of a relationship is just so beyond reasons..

for You i would change, so please give me the strength.. show me what is wrong and what is right.. send me Your message however You choose to.. let me know that You are willing to listen to my plead and prayer..

in You i trust..

the tick of the clock in the early morning

"i don't want to hold you and feel so helpless..
i don't want to smell you and lose my senses..
and smile in slow motion..
with eyes in love"
(foolish love, rufus wainwright)

i've been lost before and i found my way back;

but the scares that it left still make me aware.
is perseverance as a key enough to solve our problems?
or do we need to remedize a concoction for every single one?
if so, then how thick will our spellbook be?

what is the true definition of happiness?
to be able to act without thinking;
and not be blamed if it was a mistake?
to be able to owned everything we want with little effort;
and not be criticized for the choice we make?

in an analogue world we still stay.
where everything in truth is very much the same.
and everything we do carries a weight.
but to what extend do we really care?
do we even care?

in finding the truth we'll uncover more questions.
ones that we ourselves are forced to ponder on.
will we be left outwitted by our own desire to seek question rather than answer?
will we ever be able to find the answer to life?
is there even an answer to start with?

the falling trees won't crush my spirit

"there's no combination of words
i could put on the back of a postcard..

no song that i could sing
but i can try for your heart.."

(better together, jack johnson)

he was a trickster; a clown; a devious joker;

never had a care for the world but to make merry;

his days were full of tricks and pranks;

pulled on others to make them smile;

played on self when no one was around;

yea he sure knows how to have fun;

so much so that he disregarded things much dearer to life.

she wasn’t a princess but she sure grace like one;

she touched him even without her knowing;

worse even without HIM knowing;

how perfect a man can think his life is?

to be indomitable from the charm of such beauty;

one glance and he fell slightly;

still holding on to his cheers and merry;

many times after and oh he’s so in a snag;

lost in the maze of what’s probable.

(end of part 1)

healing a broken brain

"the broken clock is a comfort..
maybe it can stop tomorrow
from stealing my time.."

and memories of you shall be the curtain as i sleep..
and never shall they rise but for sweeter view out the window..

and we shall dance with the moon as our spotlight..
and silence of the night our music..

yet another story to dream of

"my hands shake,im not usually this way,
but you pull me, and i'm a little more brave"

yes sometimes i stop talking..
doesn't mean i've stopped caring..
and given up everything

what is there more to say?
what is there to prove?
with uncertainty of the immaculate truth

i am what i try to be..
what is it that we are supposed to see?
when nothing is to be seen..

and maybe its time that it all falls apart..
and reassemble in a different way..
but the future is forever a visionary mystery..
still a vague and distant dream....

Photo Album>Wedding>08/08/09 Ridzwan&Sharifa

"On the day that you were born, the angels got together..

they decided to create a dream come true~"

(close to you, the cranberrys)

(more photos at www.mymohdnorasyraf.shutterfly.com)

kick him while he's down!

"Not a whisper; the only noise is the receiver..

i'm counting the seconds until you break the silence..

so please just break the silence"

how the heck did my sleeping time change to 8am~2pm?

a start of an insomnia attack?

man, have to revert back to my normal sleeping time..

so not good when in a few days, the new term will start..

ahhhh..what is there to do after waking up so late in the afternoon yet there's nothing to be done?

go for round two!!!!

yeah..this is the life!