The Holy Notebook

Mind and soul those you don’t need,

Pixeled-screen with hundreds anagrammed buttons,

Able to save millions un-objected useable information and entertainments,

Black and square attracts the sight of mine,

Easy to bring, easy to carry,

Time-spent is wonderful,

The excited-spot of excitement,

But today it’s broken and unbeautiful,

Fascinateless nor unattractive though,

But underneath, it’s still you,

‘Now’ equate to ‘before’,

Endlessly never be change,

I’ll use you all the time,

Thank you, my broken Compaq Presario V3000 laptop! It’s you!

Let us be unperfected,

Most of my friends thought that I am polite and quiet and stuffs, though few of them already knew my true colors and repudiated all the faked-good-sides of me at the first place. Be free and party perfecting my days. But I’m not getting into alcohols and drugs. Those would make me look even worse than I am now. I mean, I am skeleton-ly skinnier than the anorexics and much much uglier then the ugly duckling, and then why I must fuck-up my appearance while I can still have the good one? Insane! Caution; I’m not like what you ever think I am. I’m cool (sometimes), but mostly I’m easy to burning-up on some certain high-temperatured outrageous situations and places. So think twice, you better fuck off before I put some shits on your f-ing face or just follow this multi-help direction sign -> TO FUCK OFF PLEASE USE THE MOTHERF BACK DOOR. THANK YOU! This may be an advisable suggestion.LOL. FYI, I took personal tempered-control class with my four years old cousin. She’s great on giving me a lesson in the Cool-Down-the-Temper subject. Arh, she’s wonderful! (double thumbs up for her). I’m so unpredictable. Sometimes I can be more hardcore-er than you are, but most of the times, I used to write poem, not just love poem with those flowery words, like, the-sky-is-blue-when-the-pollen-flew-away-thru-the-warm-air-at-the-middle-of-endless-summer. Err..Not just that. But I’ve to admit that I obsessively in love with love poems. HAHA. On the other hand, being too nice sometimes help you to faking up yourself much more. I met one guy who is always being so nice and religious in public, but when he gets ultra-excited, he being so rude and childish. There is no long-distance remote control able to mute his trashy words. So, that’s him, let he be himself. I am myself. So never copycat other people just you want to be perfect. The imperfectness that you have will make the flaws stand out to be remember by all. Sign out ;)

Secreted Signals

‘Hey!’

That’s the first word came out from your mouth,

I never talk to you before,

But each second, it’s hard to not look at you,

I don’t know why,

You not even categorised in the-most-cute list though,

But i know you’re special,

Especially your smile,

You brighten my day with those nude-pouted lips

But you such a silence,

It’s hard to hear you to speak out,

But the way you move tells everything,

Yesterday, I sat faced to you,

I know you knew I look at you,

It’s all coincidence,

It’s automatically happened,

No one know I’m so into you, except for one,

Myself!