layout blog aku ni sejak 2004 tak tuko², so mintak maaf la.. aku malas lg nak layan coding sume.. sabo je la ye.. :P

Thursday, January 13, 2005

hurm... tetiba aku terpikir...

if i got money, may be i can buy a digicam or a best quality manual camera. then do the part time job, taking picture of married couple, kenduri kendara ke, any gathering, etc. bijak tak idea aku?? muahahahha.. leh dapat duit. pastu leh beli mende lain plak. beli kereta ke, beli umah, beli mende² yang aku x pernah beli.. beh.. beh...

minat la photography ni.. kalo la aku ade camera beh². memacam gambo aku nak amik. aku suke hayati impression muke seseorang. muka² yang sedang berpikir, sedih, tahan nangis, sebak, terharu, gembire, konpius, tertanye², innocent.. pastu cube pikir ape yg dorang pikir, sape dorang tu, ape kisah dorang, mane dtg dorang, anak sapekah ini.... (gilo!) impresi muke tu menunjukkan isi ati memasing. pastu amik gambo² yg ade stori disebaliknye. sesuatu yg hudoh dan tak cantik, tak semestinya tak menarik..

pastu tempek kat memane, masuk contest ke.. kalo menang dapat lagi pitih, duit, wang, money!!! kaye la aku kalo centu kan.. hiii beh nye...

err.. i'm not crazy, am i??

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0554 pm:

asik lukih karton ni sejak semalam....

she had something to confess to
but you don't have the time so look the other way
you will wait until its over
to reveal what you'd never shown her
too little much too late ...muse...

no.. i'm not crazy...

This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....

..: mY bUTt :..

•    + the history...
•    + ah chu!...
•    + from Kemaman to Johor to Cameron Highlands...
•    + goodbye 2004...
•    + nowaday...
•    + tsunami melanda...
•    + bila lindu...
•    + double roti canai...
•    + oh madah.. renungilah.....
•    + my beauty??...