waiting for the brother to come home
from the release of his psle results
is like waiting for a son to come home from war.

liberation is the end of all papers.

the smell of fresh green grass.
the warmth of the afternoon sun.
the bursting of those colourful balloons.
the taste of everything that filled our stomachs.
the smiles plastered on everyone's faces.

ignite all your senses to the start of the holidays.











on a different note:
LETS ENJOY, PEOPLE!

dan-de-lion [dan-dl-ahy-uh n]
-noun
1. a weedy composite plant, Taraxacum officinale, having edible, deeply toothed or notched leaves, golden- yellow flowers, and rounded clusters of white, hairy seeds.







despite hitting the bed only after oprahs' at 6am
with my blocked nose and my eyes all puffy and swollen,
i had a perfectly great sleep with an equally wonderful dream.



.. it was like falling in love all over again.

i was awakened many times
but each time i fell into slumber thereafter,
the dream continued to where it was paused.

it was just ..
so impossibly perfect.






i want to sit barefooted in a field filled with dandelions
gently blow on one of its rounded puffs
watch dreamily at the white seeds dancing in the breeze

.. and continue dreaming.

if i were given a dollar
for every single teardrop i shed,
i'd be a millionaire this very night.

if syairah were to use her stethoscope
to check my heartbeat at this moment
all she would hear is my heart breaking -
into a million tiny pieces.

and this alone could be the very reason
for my million what ifs ..












words are like bullets and they kill like any good gun.

i remember we were driving
driving in your car
the speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
city lighs lay out before us
and your arm felt nice
wrapped round my shoulder
and i had a feeling that i belonged
and i had a feeling i could be someone,
be someone, be someone.



it's currently on repeat.









till all the madness is over,
i'll be back.