epilogue by Grace Nichols:

"I have crossed an ocean
I have lost my tongue
from the root of my old one
a new one has sprung"


Staying Alive, real poems for unreal times(2002)

Sunday, December 30, 2012

it's hurt


conversation & statement buat mama super sentap hari ini...

"what happened to that XXXXX guy? did you get rid of him already? for real?"

me: what?! who? which guy? **blurrrrrr** oh, please...your 'get rid of him' is too harsh. i dont think i am THAT mean **sentap**

"yes, you are. can't you consider, accept a new friend? think about business"

me: huh? then marriage? duhhhh....

"see...i know he's done. stop hurting people. you're not that good either"

me: please stop it. i don't hurt him if you're that worried. i know i'm not that good. do you know that i had restrained myself for a week plus just to please all of you? instead, i am the one who's hurt. deeply hurt. can i just throw out my temper now that i remember?


~i considered myself LUCKY when it comes to lucky draw **hahahahhahahahaaaaaa...i love KHJ**, food?, life..... but i'm not that lucky when it comes to man and love. sucks... uuurrrrghhhh... at this age, i couldnt be bothered. cant you guys just leave me alone? i just dont wanna get hurt. i don wanna live this kind of life anymore...being hurt, getting hurt... again and again...and again..........