x&Y

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
It’s all part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can

I dive in at the deep end
You become my best friend
I want to love you but I don’t know if I can
I know something is broken and i’m trying to fix it
Trying to repair it any way I can

an art

love

means

letting go!

punching life

actually,life is hiding under a blank curtain. everything is complex,undecipherable and nothing is certain.do not do that madam zorra bullshits and at least do not expect things to go on your way because it will not.for me,life is the best sparring partner and not muhammad ali or the ear-biting mike tyson.oh god is great.we only have to learn how to absorb the punches and be prepared to fall to the hardest.life could be your loveliest neighbour but sometimes mean enough to even make you bleed.face it,stand up and keep on practising.you may not be that perfect but almost which is good enough isnt it?deal with it and you will soon find out that life is not that sickening.

life's beautiful.
so do you.
unfortunately it's true.

puzzle

red.ferrari.turquoise.lily

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but i like....

kenapa?

kenapa orang lain tak percaya apa yang kita cakap?
adakah body language yang tidak meyakinkan?atau disebabkan oleh suara yang tidak loud and clear?atau mungkin disebabkan oleh rupabentuk physical dan facial yang tidak memuaskan si pendengar? mungkin hidung kita kemek ataupun bermata sepet? mungkin kita berbulu lebat seperti beruk di hutan? pening kepala apabila memikirkan.give up.

caution: this statement may not be applicable to nicole kumari atau john munusamy sebab adalah tidak munasabah sekiranya kata-kata mereka tidak dipercayai.

you freaked me out!

i couldnt find the answer why some people are confusing.
the science is making no sense at all.the mechanisms are becoming too complex for me
to understand.i wish i could but i would rather choose to stay under my coffee table.
im my own body.im my own soul.
not your remote control.

can i change your mind?

Racey days
Help me through the hopeless haze
But my oh my
Tragic eyes
I can't even recognise myself behind
So if the answer is no
Can I change your mind

Out again, a siren screams at half past ten
And you won't let go
While I ignore, that we both felt like this
Before it starts to show
So if I had a chance
Would you let me know

Why aren't you shaking
Step back in time
Graciously taking
Oh youre too kind

And if the answer is no
Can I change your mind

We're all the same
And love is blind
The sun is gone
Before it shines

And I said if the answer is no
Can I change your mind

MNG

a myth that never been told,
a story that never been sold.

a mango with seed of gold,
an exchange of his empty soul.

to those who ever wished for ill,
this night pour will has been fulfilled.

tears
he axed the precious mango tree,
he had to set his soul free.

Q an A by vikash swarup

ive just finished it.easy english and great storyline.it's about Ram Mohd Thomas,a penniless waiter from mumbai who got arrested after winning 1 billion rupees on a tv quiz show (accused of cheating his way to victory) .it tells how he got his weird name and how he managed to answer all questions.and basically about how depressing life-in India could really be.read it and be grateful!

lina's house and Article 11

her house is a temple.in the entrance hall hangs a frame picture of Ganesha,he of the elephant head.he sits facing out-rosy colored,pot-bellied,crowned and smiling.three hand holding various objects,the fourth hand held palm out in blessing and in greeting.he is the lord overcomer of obstacles,the god of good luck,the god of wisdom and the patron of learning.at his feet is an attentive rat.his vehicle.because when ganesha travels,he travels atop a rat.
there is a dusty statue of Siddartha Gautama in the kitchen sitting calmly next to her refrigerator.meditating with smile on his face.
in the living room,on a table next to the sofa,there is a framed picture of the Virgin Mary of Guandalupe,flower tumbling from her open mantle.next to it is a framed picture of Kaabah,the holiest sanctrum of Islam,surrounded bu a ten-thousandfold swirl of the faithful.
upstairs in her room there is a wooden Christ on the cross from brazil on a rug and a green prayer rug in a corner.the Christ is expressive-he suffers.the prayer rug lies in its own clear space.next to it,on a low book-stand,is a book covered by a cloth.at the centre of the cloth is a single arabic word,intricately woven,four letter.an Alif,two Lams an a Ha.the word of god in arabic.ALLAH.

the book is Bible.