I waste time because I can
and I am always late







come on, fix it!!


Be ON TIMe, DON'T WASTe TIMe, and DON'T GeT RUSHeD eITHeR

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Outside your home, there are many roads to many places, but there is only one road without end, it is called religion.

True meaning of life is in religion, yet nobody touch its cover by their hands. Few eyes read into it while most other see through it. It is not long until this road is forgotten, and the religion will be lost, and civilisation will fall.

Just like the Great Egypt once had its glory, and lost its civilisation once they deny GOD. Would it be the same with our fate?

Where is the religion?

I can see it fading away


ALLoHummaHdina 3x

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Mother,
ibu, mamah, bunda, mom, mama . . .

When she gave birth of me, she had her heart split up to three.
I had her face since i was a baby, and i always see it as my own.
Education is important to me for her, I've  never made to the top ranks.
Decency she taught me, and look how decent I am.
Anger was a love to her child, for me it was just a prank.
Ungreatful I was.
Ungreatful I am.

When she raised me, she had her time erased.
Said that She spend alot of time with me, I remember vaguely of it
Work is what she is good at, small-me didn't care of any job.
Tear drops, cry She was when I maimed her heart.
Her favourite car was the orange VW classic Beetle, I thought it was retro.
Ungreatful I was.
Ungreatful I am.

All i did was mess her up. I can't even put my words in rhyme.
I Need to heal the wound and fix her good.
Say, mom, what would you want me do for you?
Because what I can do and give are the least that I must grant for my Mother.  

I cried in an instant when it hit me one night before today.

I still want to cry if it hit me again any moment now.

Our lives speaks different with what our hearts once desire.

To be with each other at all times would be the sweetest life we will ever have.

But sadly it was no more than a hope.

Vivid images came to me last night.

I saw us in a place we used to be.

Doing thins thaw we used to do.

It was sweet and joyful.

And now is bitter and sadful.

That our lives speaks different with what our hearts once desire.

That's why I cried.



* special thanks for PEREMPATAN

i met you once in the pub around city, i never said hi though, but i watched your face continuously. i walked pass you and memorise how you smell like. i looked for your picture in the internet and print it out using my own printer. i put your photo in my wallet and tell my mates that this is my girlfriend. i saw you went in to a food shop, and find out your favourite food. followed you to a clothing shop and find out your body sizes. i google-ed your name to search your details. i dream of you when i sleep, say your name when i wake up.
second time i met you, we were on a bus heading toward home, i remembered where you stood-up all the way although there were lots of empty seats. i knew where you live since i stalked you until you reach home that evening. i saw a car in your garage but i didn't understand why you didn't drive it, wondered if it was your boyriends's or girlfriend's perhaps.
the next day i realise that you only live by your self by checking your mail box that there were only letters with your name on it. you were not home at the time, so i checked the gate, it wasn't locked, so i open the gate and got in, i closed it again and made sure that the gate  was placed as the way it was before. I went around the house and i realised that you left the back door unlocked, i thought you were the most clumsiest girl've ever met, well we never actually met though.
slowly i opened the back door, and make sure i didn't triger any alarm or make any noise, i didn't even know if you had any dog or not. i recognise the smell, it's familliar, it was the smell of your parfume that you wore in our "first meeting". i steped in to the tiled floor which was your kitchen area. everything was clean, but i didn't want to know your kitchen. i walked straight into the hall, and sense a cold air from the door on my left. it was your room.
i opened the door, and i was . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .





i   w a s   s c h o c k e d  . . . . . . . . . . . . .





i saw a familiar face, a face i always see in the morning when i need to go to the bath room, a face that i always see when i open my glassy house door, a face that i always see when i look inside a mirror.

i t   w a s   m y   f a c e . . . . . . . . . .

on the wall, colaged together into one big poster, there were five of them, one on your east wall, two on south wall, one on the back of your door, and one in the bath room, on the mirror.

three month later is now. now is a special time. now i am with my stalker. i am loving my stalker. i am your stalker.

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