Friday, April 30, 2010

sampai hati


kenapa nie....
xsenang sini sana..
xsedap itu ini....
kosong tapi banyak..
sedih tapi gembira ke??
susah larrr macam nie..
xtetap n susah nak jaga..
nak buang hati nie supaya xpunya perasaan boleh x??
setinggi gunung??
tapi bleh kejarkan..
gunung tu bukan ada kaki pun..
abis..orang macam mane??
aq kaki ape??
ad hati??
alarrr..xpe larr..klu aq lari pun..slow slow jerk..
betullll!!!!aq lari slow slow..
tapi ko jangan larr merangkak plak..beng ong larrr..
kadang2 bila ad kat depan mata=sangat baik
kadang2 bila ad jauh dari mata=sangat jahat
sampai hati...itu jerk larr yg mampu ku luahkan dalam hati..
hati lg..
bermacam2 larr hati nie..
xpe larr simpan jerk..
nanti da banyak2..explode..pandai2 larr die pecah sendiri..
just nak bg tau kuat2 n besar2..
well,,xpe hati kering..da banyak kali aq bg tau ko..
sbb 2 ko sampai hati an..
SAMPAI HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


sy remed anda..

anda suka kite jumpe lg??
sure xkan..
so..let me offfffffffffffffffffffff


sesungguhnya saya amat takut..

apa yg boleh sy lakukan??





Thursday, April 8, 2010

mood x stabil

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare