Sunday, June 3, 2012

Friday, September 2, 2011

Razer Destructor Mat

Razer Destructor Mat. My very first Razer Product purchase, I say they do live up to their name, the best. Didn't regret buying it, worth every penny. Nice. Razer rules.






Thursday, September 1, 2011

A gentle sound of your voice, sweet and simple. Everything was in bliss, I can feel my lips became numb as I speak, excited and happy to share our past and exchange opinions about life, the hardship you felt and bitterness you hold in your heart.

My broken road I took before and finding myself, I may never know the pain and suffering you’ve been, I can’t justify those mistakes from the past with you because I know it was wrong from the very moment it started.

I admired your will to stand and face pain. Life’s a gift you embrace realizing that life can be struggle overtime, it may not be perfect but we still have the chance and opportunity to make it close to perfection, ambitions it may. I’d like to show you a care that you must also have, I want to show you everything you’ve dreamed of and be there side by side to help you everything, and share that life is beautiful. These days are not complete without hearing your voice and for once I can feel you’re next to me.

Monday, July 4, 2011

SnS

Small and Simple. Wishing our life was so simple, like a speck blown by the wind and fly free from everything the world can offer. Even a speck can travel millions of miles to reach a place where it could rest and bloom like everyone. A place, a paradise in its own will. Unscathed of human hands and intervention. We dream of the day living out of free will, away from the eyes of judgement telling who should be, and dictate us where to go.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sinned

In a minute as time goes by you have cleansed my hands to forget the past.
Even though it has been forgotten but not myself.
I still remember the night was filled with stars.
As I look up and pray for forgiveness, everything seems to fade in darkness.


Thursday, August 26, 2010

Composure

Though everything won't ever be the same again. I felt a small contentment in this little and temporary life. My smile limits me to feel the sadness and depression as if it was left behind or forgotten in just a short period of time. Life change for better or worse than others see. I myself lost the only light in my world, the sun that wakes me up everyday. Fallen, like the dark swallowed my heart the silence echoes in my sleep. The missing piece that show weakness, opened and again left opened. The pain inside remembering the memories and faces, I wanted to skip the days just for one day. Forgetting all you left for me was the very same thing that eats me alive. These nights was very cruel on me. Confused and dazed, a song played endlessly, the beat reminds the days your alive and well. I want to keep it that way. End the suffering and hate.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

darky night (writings)

This night, it started with a question. Am I that less fortunate? Over and over I can see the flashback, a place where I was before. Same old songs, as fear stab my heart in this very night. I wander in dreams flying with the stars bright as your eyes. What if I’ve chosen a different perspective in life, will I be able to reach the heavens and touched the clouds just as the story would always play when I was young? Maybe not, we all have our share of good and bad days. It may not fall in our ways, yet willingly we search for that something. It may be someone or something besides you. We wait until days would turn grey, darkens heavens fall I wanted to cry or even shout for the skies to feel the pain inside of me. I kept seeing myself drenched and drowned in a pond of mud. Useless self existence, I feel helpless. Here I am again in this same old page. The world was never meant for my kind, life’s not equal. There would always be pain and anger that feed me to become numb, to see that everything that surrounds us would be the ones to hurt us. After all life’s not a fair game. But I remember you stared at me with your eyes closed. a.i.b