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Wednesday, January 26
Freshie
I've been using Twitter for almost 2 months now (booo, baru sekarang nak pakai.. BOO!) and I'm still wondering how the hell some people manage to tweet till 15K just within few months. Agaknya dia tweet minimum 100 tweets per day kot? Huish, gilo lah, aku nak post 30 tweet sehari pun tak terlarat. Kalau terlebih pun sebab dah berbalas-balas tweet dah serupa berchatting dah. Padahal duduk sebelah menyebelah, haha. Oh, Along punya tweet pun entah dah berapa agaknya sebelum Twitter accidentally flush out all her old tweets. Along memang Tahi Twitter tegar, isk isk. Diorang ni semua set KPI ni. Haa.. Twitter pun ada KPI noks, jangan tak tahu, LOL!
Apa itu KPI? Please ask Dr. Google, it is something about work-related thingy. OK, saya nak continue buat kerja, I mean FOR REAL! Company I pun ada KPI okay, kalau tak meet KPI nanti tak dapat bonus! *pfftt*
I just wanna try out this blogging application, OK or K.O? It seems OK I guess, yeay! Boleh merapu time lunch break, or time geguling atas katil.. hohoho, Nur Suria Mansor likes this *thumbs up*
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth, just to make sure that she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp.. just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
See, I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See, I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you. About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see, I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice. So whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like money bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love.. I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California.
And together, we could be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say "No. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song".
Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live Take it all but you never give Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss Had your eyes wide open, why were they open?
Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash You tossed it in the trash, you did To give me all your love is all I ever asked 'Cause what you don't understand is..
I'd catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on a blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same No..
Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til I'm numb Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from Mad women, bad women, that's just what you are, yeah You'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
If my body was on fire You'd watch me burn down in flames You said you loved me, you're a liar 'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby
But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on a blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same
No, you won't do the same You wouldn't do the same Oh, you never do the same No..
His name is Jang Geun Suk - he certainly does look fierce in this photo but he looks very very cute too when he smiles. Sangat! Urgh, by the way nama artis-artis Korea ni susah betul nak ingat and plus, I'm very bad at remembering names. Ini kan pulak nak ingat nama Korean yang sah sah complicated nak ingat and susah nak pronounce T__T isk isk!
Tapi kan, agak-agak saya cukup comel tak kalau nak jadi secomel dia ni? Err.. okay okay tak! (tunjal hidung buat Pig-Rabbit therapy macam dalam You're Beautiful)
