March 12 2012. Here I am Sitting my ass down in class pretending that I'm here whole heartedly to study and learn something new. yes, my whole physical head-to-toe is here in Lab2 Menara SAAS listening to my lecturer babbling about something in between language and communication. Boring? There no question about it. Is Monday, A day that I used to called "Day Of Reckoning" awhile back. How my Monday turn to something that I hate? Maybe I'm still getting used to this whole new, "I-Wanna-Learn-Something" life experience. Well, ask me again in 2 and half year. Peace out hombre
"If You Can't Make The Person You Like LOVE You, Make Her HATE You. It's A Lot Easier."
"A Funny Thing About Being Followers Is That Without Followers, Who Will The Leader Leads?"
Dear Diary,
Cripple, Bastard And Broken Is My Middle Name
Not A Gentle Stuffed Animal, Or Circus Freak Well-Tamed
I Am A Smug That Shoot For The Skies But Have A Terrible Aim
And Once I Fire, Words Wrongly Pronounce, Things Shatters, And It’ll Never Be The Same
Dear Diary,
Say What You Want As I Am Cold-Hearted
My Action Reflects Otherwise As I Am Hard-Headed
Pouring Out All Wrong Things That Shouldn’t Be Heard
Forgiveness Hard To Come By When All The Mistakes Had Absurd
Flawed Acts Are Just Another Killjoys Play In My Creed
As I Am A Man Of Many Words But A Man Of Few Deeds
A Sour Apple From A Beautiful Tree, But The Blame Is Not On The Seed
Maybe Someday I’ll Embrace Before Death Comes Knocking And Say Its Greet
Full Of Hatred, That’s How I Live, As Time Passed By
Flashing Back Into Bitter Memories And Still Couldn’t Find Any Goodness Cries
All I Ever Did Find Was Crimes That Went Profoundly Unconfessed
Call Me A Pariah, Call Me An Asshole, Yes, All I Am Was A Mess
Dear Diary,
Maybe Someday The Table Will Turn And I’ll Be A Changed Man
None Of That Will Become Reality As Long As My Heart Still Full Of Sands
Sands That I’d Collect As Simple Dust, One For Every Sin
Till Then, I’ll Held My Head High, Enduring This Awful Pain
Perhaps I Am Forever Destined To Be An Unwanted Bastard
A Man With Ni Real Riddance, Only Life Full Of Curse
Payback Is A Bitch, What Goes Around Often Come Back To Hunt
Soul-Searching In My Life Had Always Been A Case Of Low And Grunt
Will The Day Ever Gonna Come For Me To Turn My Fortune?
Never I Guess As My Soul Still Fuel On Dark Black Fumes
Fumes That Darkens My Heart For It Is A Fuel Of My Survival
As I Am Still Hook On It, I’ll Never Reach The Point Of My Gracious Revival.
Thinking About Doing Something Morally Wrong Is Not A Mistake, Yet, It Is Call "Conscience Kicking In"
Exploitation Of Beauty. From Morale Perspective, It Is Wrong. But Hey, What's The Wrong In Making Money From Your Natural Gifts?
