organised chaos

Wont be home for Ramadhan this time round.

heya yup,cant wait for ramadhan too need a lot of inspiration this time around,just hate the fact that finals will b just after raya haha what an experience that will b

rikki-suteki da ne

My heart was swimming
in words gathered by the wind.
My voice bounded
into a cloud-carried tomorrow.

My heart trembled
in the moon-swayed mirror.
Soft tears,
spilled with a stream of stars.

Isn’t it wonderful?
If we could walk, hand in hand,
I’d want to go
to your town, your home, in your arms.

I dream of being
against your chest,
my body in your keeping
disappearing into the evening.

Words halted by wind are
a gentle illusion.
A tomorrow torn by clouds is
the voice of a distant place.

My heart that had been
in a moon-blurred mirror that flowed,
Those stars that trembled and spilled
cannot hide my tears.

Isn’t it wonderful?
If we could walk, hand in hand,
I’d want to go
to your town, your home, in your arms.

My dream of your face,
that I softly touch,
melts in the morning.

I can already see Shakespeare scratching his head.

Lutfi:
For my sanity, dude, you gotta come home. Yes, I am not embarassed to say it in public-the other sibs are too wacked out.

Aizat:
What Raya? =S

Zuhairy:
(PHONE)

Azlan:
To my entry or to Zuhairy’s (rather incongruous) comment? Hahaha.

Your entry? Lol. If not Shakespeare, it at least got me scratching my head like a monkey looking in the mirror. Am I making sense? At all? Lol.

Now that you’ve mentioned it, I suppose Shakespeare would to both? Hehe Somehow, whenever Shakespeare pops into my head, it’s always an image of A. Einstein. WTH? Hahaha.

Azlan:
Lol. Yeah, don’t worry. You make sense.

Monkeys scratch their head when they look in the mirror?

I don’t know? Hahaha. Anyway, hope you’re enjoying your break. Cheers