My constant outstations are my holidays paid by my employer
My towering in-coming documents are my table origami
My colorful post-it-notes are my favorite collage
My demanding work is a tool towards global champion, albeit reluctantly
My occasional headache is a sign that I am indeed thinking
My long, daily walk to the LRT station is my ever forgotten exercise
My long overdue social life is a fortress against social illness and such
My small, cluttered room is a haven without boundary
My pain-inducing shoes are main reasons for my shopping spree
My busy neighborhood gives me security at night
My everyday visits to mamak stalls are my effort on efficient time-management and economic inducement project
My need to pack, unpack and re-pack again and move in to a new place is a breath of new life
My unexpected/expected calls from known/unknown people are interludes to my humdrum predictable/unpredictable life

Yup, we have to look on the bright side of life
But sometimes the light is so bright that I just have to close my eyes
Letting the blowing wind touches my face, drying my tears


The Rose
by Westlife

some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.

some say love it is a hunger
an endless, aching need
i say love it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

it's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
it's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance

it's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.

when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.

just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring, becomes the rose.

Orang kata hati aku keras macam batu
Ada yg mengayat tapi buat tak tau
Orang kata hati aku lembut macam span
Paksa lebih sikit jarang tak dapat
Orang kata hati aku pernah terluka
Sebab tu cakap apa pon, macam tak terbuka
Orang kata hati aku ni rapuh
Kena jaga elok2 sebab senang tersentuh
Orang kata hati aku dia punya
Sebab hari tu nampak macam setuju je
Orang kata hati aku dah berpunya
Umur macam ni takkan still single
Orang kata hati aku penuh rahsia
Kalau tanya, senyum je jawapannya
Orang kata hati aku dah xde ruang
Kalau nk masuk kena tunggu line panjang
Orang kata hati aku kosong melopong
Takde ape2 dalamnye, memang zero
Orang kata hati aku dah banyak tampal
Nak cari ubat pon dah habis akal
Orang kata hati aku berkata-kata dalam senyap
Kena dengar betul-betul baru dapat tangkap
Orang kata hati aku dalam macam laut dalam
Kena ready oxygen tank besar kalau nak selam
Orang kata hati aku dah sesat kat mana2 ntah
Sebab tu dia cari berjuta batu sampai rasa nak muntah
Orang kata hati aku kejam
Ada kata2 yg keluar, tajam menikam
Orang kata hati aku halus tulus mulus
Sebab bila cari tak pernah nampak, hatta lagi kecik dari semut
Orang kata hati aku dah patah
Kena ikat buku sila baru tak retak
Orang kata hati aku kena pandu
Sebab nampak macam xde hala tuju
Orang kata hati aku bentuk tunggul kayu
Kalau tersepak: sakit, kalau dihias cantik: letak kat penjuru
Orang kata hati aku bulat
Sebab tu tak boleh duduk setempat
Orang kata hati aku tawar hebbe
Takde rasa apatah lagi perasaan
Orang kata hati aku manis
Tengok senyum bisa cair

Aku kata hati aku ada aje, biasa aje
Cuma selalunya tak terkata apa2
Sebab hati aku, hanya Dia yang tahu segala

As I walk down this road
Its long and winding path is taking its toll on me
Tired and almost beaten, the easy way out is echoing my name
My knees hurt
The long days of standing still and catching up with the fast lane are to blame
My head pounds
These calculations of life combined with its so many variables are yet to equate
My eyelids close
The troubles playing right in front are not pretty scenes to take
My ears sting
These stories they tell sound just like terrible songs on a broken record they forever play
And my heart, it was broken
But I have cemented it well to heal
Thus it hardens to ensure I am still here
Walking down this road
As if nothing has happened
I am not playing superhuman
The world still rotates and spins on its axis even if I am nowhere on the streets
But having this stubborn streak in me is sometimes is a good thing
It keeps me going