flying plates after lunch.

Half hysteric scream
flying plates
and a coffee filled plastic cup.
the scream lasted for a good 20 seconds.
body shivered; 2-3 mins,
as I tuck my head on the table.
clutched my hair.
it's alright,
it was not too tight.


Ma told me off today,
said I acted like a maniac.
the only thing that was
not true was that;
i did not act
she'll probably refuse
to acknowledge that
that was a fact.


bloodstains on my face,
came from the right ring finger.
the cut was small but deep.
it looked beautiful,
the wound that is.

a proud mini tattoo.


splattered curry and rice
also smelt of coffee
in which it was not very nice.

cleaned up the mess
till it looked almost
squeaky clean.
not my mind though.
it stayed the same.

the thing with likings

how can two  souls can be so sure 

that they are meant for one another?

unless if they're intelligent or beautiful.

 polite or humourous, or looking youthful?

You know, maybe it's because you have something to look forward when seeing someone. 

I guess you can love someone, but can that person loves you back? or even have a pinch of feelings for you? Aren't we all wearing masks? 

same old questions with endless assumptions. 

end up having the same conclusions too.

 

 

not boiled yet

I dare you to LOWER YOUR EGO and confront her.

before you blow up, my friend.

JIJIK

saw Pak Lan's phone just now

oh ok

a few photos of almost-naked-ladies made me realize

that men are never to be trusted

this feeling

like when some psycho strangers idolize your body 

every single night and day

atau melihat jantan lain berpeluh-peluh, meleleh air liur sambil melihat kakak / mak / adik hangpa tengah-tengah malam

keji

tapi korang jantan-jantan tak guna apa kesah 

Pak Lan yang mana ni?

pakcik aku?

atuk aku?

sepupu aku?

adik,

abang,

suami,

atau ayah kandung aku sendiri?