jangan tinggal daku

such a beautiful piece. all time favorite. not lying.

denying their super egos

it's a good feeling to deny someone else's super ego without saying a word, just by choosing the opposite opponent of a football match lol. it's a very very nice feeling, i must admit. i somehow made good choices during this world cup campaign, to crush everyone's concrete ego to ground flat.

everyone seems to know everything even before the match is on. as if everyone's now, each one of them is given a pair of GOD's eyes to be able to see every wrong and right off the teams i am siding JUST because i choose an opponent side.

I've never been an England die hard fan, not even once. i really hope they won't qualify into the second round. that will surely silent most of the noisy hu ha hu ha posers haha.

i don't mind at first but the more the matches are played, the more dumb superiority they are showing. the thing is, most of the time they were wrong about it but to show them the idea of having my own support means i have to get through a series of egoism-superiority bombardment. though, it's only a friendship rivalry, this is still a self-exile.

kacang perisa ayam

brings back old memoria



3 decades and beyond, it remains the same.

foul intention

envy and jealousy are two different things but they carry the same disastrous event to one another. not that i didn't see it coming but i've always knew that things will get cocky like that. people won't admit it but you can always see of their self portrait of not so good intention, indirectly, without his or her awareness. the things is, how could you stop him or her from doing so? no idea. it will only cause a pale future of misunderstanding and harsh acceptance.

you and me and the world of man

everyone is childish because you and me, we're just boys and girls living in the world of man. a world meant for us to not to understand each others well. in general.

the pouring rain

...and it rains again today. the atmosphere turns from gloomy to sleepy and silent, only to be cracked by the music, a Sullen Girl by Fiona Apple, from the pink classic Ipod, piercing through the chill and into my pair of ears. suicidal tendency projected by the mix emotion of life, as the rain pours down heavily, it reminds me of a never ending tears. a heavy disturbance for a sentimentalist.