I am perhaps, a complicated person.

I constantly have loads of questions to almost everything across the board. Anything. As of this attitude, it seems like I’m actually doubting my thoughts and myself. If I happen to have a playlist of all these questions, I’m pretty sure they’ll outweigh the songs on the loop.

Weary of curiosity yet I have never had any other options than bombarding questions and let go of this inquisition. Yes, I’m fully aware of the sequel. Nevertheless I couldn’t bare the thought of keeping them muted in mind.

There are times when “Ignorance is bliss” is just a plain invisible meaningless idiom for me. Why do I need to be in such negligence when I reckon there are always solid reasons behind every affair? Why?

I still remember when I first stepped into my childhood phase that I’d asked Abah whatever that looked odd to me. Be it the sensible questions or the bad ones. Despite of his patience taking part in responding to almost all of the queries


and at one point, he just said:


 “it just happened that way”.

Even so, I hardly believe the echo of the answer. 

I’ve been putting myself in disastrous hassles lately. Juggling, analysing assumptions and dissolute unsought data.  It’s quite boring actually. Kind of personal vexation. 

hmmph!

Some said the only thing that matters the most is trustworthy. 

In simple words : trust the world. trust the people.  

Knowing that nothing stays put on its roots, how will I know that I’d have the guts to lay eggs of trust to either one of them? 

“You’ll never know until you try”.

Let’s fixing cracks.

bye! and enjoy your last few hours before Monday begins!

* I played "Put It In A Love Song" over and over again. Fortunately it did not tire my brain. :)

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bukan baru belajar! tapi....

Courtesy from bubbling up.

Voluptuous Thought.

Numbers have aged me well for some reasons.

I am awfully glad that I'm buzzed with it.

And at this phase of physical maturity, the sense of sensuality and sexuality have in someway affect me intrinsically.

That's the reason why I couldn't take my eyes off from Victoria's Secret's website. I kept browsing, clicking from one lineage to another and tired of wow-ing every single selection. (hence, the saliva. :D-- )

Its physical appearance makes me lost in thoughts.

EVERYTHING SEXY COMES FROM WITHIN. 

(don't you think so?)

p/s : I love my lingerie/sleepwear collections. Fret not, I won't display any of them to entertain the readers. :P and yes, I'm no longer dying for cute figure display anymore. Paradigm shift!  

The Three Stooges

Me : Orang Czech ni cakap laju la. susah nak faham. Cuba kalau orang Melayu 
       cakap laju-laju jugak.

Kimi: Orang Melayu tak cakap laju. Orang Melayu cakap kuat.

Thaksin: Bukanla Mi..orang Melayu cakap LEBAT.