Sunday, February 22, 2015

Jesus and electric chair

If jesus died in an electric chair, would people wear a miniature electric chair around their neck, have electric chairs hang on the walls of their homes, will they worship electric chairs?

Cause that is what it has become of the cross.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

You are like dark chocolates in my mind...

Cause you are my bitter-sweet memories.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

beautiful imperfection

Beautiful Imperfection

I don't appreciate perfect things because perfect can no longer improve. I always find imperfection beautiful, like a dark night that makes the stars glow brighter, like an old ugly shirt that fits you like a second skin. Imperfection is beauty that is so pure. Pure appreciation.

I guess our mistakes make us imperfect, and imperfections make us beautiful. As what the saying " The virtue of angels is that they cannot deteriorate, but their flaw is that they cannot improve.
Man's flaw is that he can deteriorate, but his virtue is that he can improve".

Mistakes, I guess, is meant to be made. And I will keep on making the same mistakes cause those mistakes will lead me to YOU.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

cold hell

I believe that hell has the most vehement flames because its too cold down there with no one to care, where love never exists... so cold that fire is the only friend with warmth beneath

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are meant to fall
Whether it is forced by nature
Or it is destined by the future
Green, red and brown means all.



Maybe Cupid had once fallen apart
For sharp are the arrows of a broken heart
Or is he too clever to know the art
Or his heart unhealed so he cursed the lover's mark


For the heart of the angels feel all the pain
But what time heals for humans, to angels remain
And who is more lonely than the thing that never dies
Reach heaven or raise hell, in love I would cry.

Friday, January 23, 2015

3am Has Secrets

Its 3am and I can't believe that I'm singing this old song in my mind... again... when I thought I wouldn't be able to sing it again...

It goes...

Like an ocean needs the sand or a dirty old shoe that fits.
And if all the world is perfect I would only ever wanna see your Scar.
You know they can have their universe we'll be in the dirt designing stars...

I'm like a faith without a clause to believe in it.
And if all the world is smiling I would only ever wanna see your frown.
You know they can sail away in sunsets,
We'll be right here stranded on the ground... just happy to be found.

I am throwing myself at things I don't understand... discover enlightenment holding your hand...


So beautiful...

Just like what I've said before... 3am has the deepest secrets... and the greatest ideas too. I don't know why ideas could simply seeped in my mind at 3am. Anyway, have you ever wonder how people fall in love in mysterious ways... well I do, and I think people are like those wires and those cellphone chargers... no matter how neatly and tidy and organized you store them inside your drawer, when you get them again they are all coiled up with each other like noodles and it will take you time to loose them all. Just like people, when they get to know each other, became closer, soon you'll find their hands holding each other. And it will take time to get those strings unattached. Love is natural

Monday, January 19, 2015

just not yet

Autumn leaves are meant to fall...




(I'm still working for this post. Still looking for a story to share, for a lesson to give, for an advice to lend, for a testimony to tell.)

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Happy new year!!!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Dark, Deep and Meaningless

Dark, deep, and meaningless - for I never wanted the color white, to me that color means hypocrisy for nothing is clean and no one is pure, so who are you to deceive me with that blinding light that you're trying to project to everyone? White is the absence of color hence white has no light at all. The dark is the sum of all the colors hence, the dark is the light. The ironies of life sometimes makes me think that there's absence in your presence like the silence that is so deep its deafening cause what the mouth dares not to speak is what the heart screams... so load its deafening