.. minus one ..

.. when you say thank you to me, for some reason it hurts. That doesn't get undone even after the good bye. 
Stuck in the midpoint between friends and i don't know what .. being unable to move one more step forward, what's causing this frustration?

sweet talk and tasteless conversation.. a quick one, but it sparks no interest in me. Even when things do not go the way i want ... it doesn't mean i've thrown my life away right? 

when people asked "what's wrong?" i response "it's nothing"  .. this smile will disapears after goodbye .. it's so unlike me!

the more i wish to believe in you .. for some reason it hurt even more! 
because i like you ... i like you a lot instead of "I love you!" .. it sound more like you!

the moment when i suddenly remember of someone that i had almost forgotten, i want to be able to openly and honestly cherish the purity of sincerity of the feeling .. 

(happy birthday to me ..)

.. silence ..

.. to believe means to hope for the best, endure the stress, passing every test and accepting nothings less. I know God has a plan for me, so I won't worry and get impatient, I'll just wait because I know I will get my blessing ..

"Good things come to those who wait, better things come to those who try" -- God knows I tried!

.. premonition ..

.. is not my imagination ..

it's never too late to realize what's important in your life, to fight for it!

"remember me.."

.. un-expected ..

"Everything that happen once can never happen again, but everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time" -- Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist 

.. blurry ..

Every thing is so blurry, and everyone's so fake. Everything is so messed up, i cannot live at all, i stumble then i crawl. 
I could be someone, i could make a scene. From all of the obscene, i wonder what am i doing? imagining where i am? 
Everyone is changing, there's no one left that's real! Let me know just how you feel ...
They could be someone, they could make a scene, from all of the un-clean, i keep wondering what they're doing? and I'm wondering where they are? 
No body told me what they thought about me, nobody told me what to say. Everyone showed me where to turn and how to react not to forget to run away.. but none of them told me to where to hide, and what to say ...
Can anyone explain that again to me??