Friday, March 7, 2008

lucky devil

I know if I am other than being a Malay, I will never be where I am.
Oh, but that's not precisely correct.
I'm half Malay and mixed with all this things that make me beautiful. Oh yes I blame my genetics for my skins and bones but not my destiny.

I got grades.
Fate's on my side, yeah?

So why'ca point ya yello und brown finger to me?
I'm going off to Dubai next month has got nothing to do with my race.

Monday, March 3, 2008

anomaly


I didn't stomp on the grounds, nor did I spit on it.
What a waste of my good cells for such a godforsaken place.

The place where I got bruised and raped.
Where I got my first kiss and my heart broken.
I saw my handwriting on the wall that says: If its not that painful anymore -circa 1998

Even if its not painful, I'm surprised that it isn't, but I don't worship the grounds which you and I used to tromp upon, dear Captain.

I'm not in love with you anymore.
And if there's anything more hurtful than being reminded that I was, nothing will ever be.