Life is a canvas.

When in doubt, lie on the floor and look for miniskirts.

One side of a box.

"Suka-fucking-hati aku lah."

Another piece of a broken puzzle.

Takes solace in hiding and sneaking up on people.

Let's keep it simple.

Sci-fi turns me on.

Not exactly flying, but not levitating as well.

"Don't you hate it being in betweens? Like how you are not flying and you are not standing. Like how you feel somewhat love but not in love. Like how you are between two people whom you cannot choose sides with."

Kisah hidup seorang narcicisstic.

Sepanjang hidup aku, aku tak pernah lari daripada menjadi seorang yang pessimistic, seorang yang self-centered. Kalau apa-apa berlaku, aku selalu over my head memikirkan bahawa sesuatu insiden itu berlaku sebab aku. Padahal bukan pasal aku pun benda itu berlaku, namun aku tetap akan berfikir aku adalah sebabnya.

Sama juga dalam bab persahabatan ini. Walaupun aku nampak macam seorang yang menjaga hati, yang menyayangi dan mengambil berat, aku percaya aku adalah sebaliknya. dalam erti kata lain, semua perasaan itu ditujukan kepada aku, bukan kepada orang di sekeliling aku.

Mengikut memori aku yang kadang-kadang blur, aku bukannya seorang yang pasif apabila bersama rakan-rakan terdekat. dan aku akan sering menarik perhatian semata-mata untuk menaikkan rasa rendah diri aku ini dan juga untuk buat aku rasa baik. Secara tak langsung, aku akan tarik spotlight itu daripada kawan yang memerlukannya, dan itu membawa kepada rakan-rakan aku rasa tidak baik.

Kini, aku pun rasa tidak baik, rasa kejap dan jahat kerana buat rakan-rakan aku rasa sebegitu.


baiklah. sampai situ je lah, dah hilang fokus nak sambung topik ni. Aku nak mintak maaf je lah kepada rakan-rakan aku yang aku buat mereka rasa kurang baik. I am driven by my impulses not by my rational thinking. Come to think of it, even my rational thinking is somewhat irrational. Go figure.

The face of mystery.

"I like sharpening pencils."

Let's take a pause.

As people are personally thinking about how the world revolves around them and consider about Don Juan.

A man of less words with strangers and more with familiars. Prefers to be in a close knit group rather than engaging in crowds.



Has too many friends but no best ones. Why is this so? It is because in friends, there are no best of them, no need to compare, no need to make choices because in making friends, there are no rules or limits to how many and who is the best. At least, that is what he wants to believe in.

Everything interests him but nothing is interested in him.

His currency is based on love, mutual love, sibling love, unrequited love, love triangle, love of the lovers, love from the parents, love from friends and every type of love there is.

A hug for him is worth more than anything for it can warm a thousand winters and freezes time.

If he could, he wold freeze time. Pause it, slow it.

To start things off.

Let me introduce myself. They call me Heartbreaker.

I ensnare them with my machinations and charms. In my presence, they are bedazzled by the sheer honesty in my appearance. I am a man of my words and they call me the wordsmith as i am a person of many words.

I do it for them really, make them feel less vulnerable, make them feel secured and make them trust me with all trust they have. Until a certain point, when it comes for me to go and take my leave, to let them learn what they must, i will leave and let them be. It may seem harsh and cruel, but it is what is needed to be done. To make those hypnotised by me, learn the reality of this effed up world.

Besides, sometimes its surpsingly easy for me, although unintentionally, to break down those walls people make and shatter them to pieces from inside and take off just like that.

Heartbreaker, because everytime i leave, my heart breaks. Lolzzzz