The Neverending Cycle of Genderception

There's a bitch inside of a woman,
and there's a little bit of a woman inside of a man.

And a woman secretly wants a man's man inside of her.

A Tutorial That Will Change Your Life Forever

This is not my blog should have look like.

1.) If you have that problem, you should press hold CTRL, then prees '+' on your keyboard.

(or replace '+' with '-'. The idea here is to make the background picture to perfectly fit your screen)

Better than before, eh? See the pink section is getting rid off?

2.) Okay, got to press hold CTRL and press '+' some more.

A lil bit more!!

3.)And eventually this is how it is suppose to look!

P/S : Sorry to pull this thing after a year my blog been operating.

Now the agonize of that pink section should go away.

Thank you!

Kekasih (Aku Ini Orang Sakit)

Aku boleh jadi lelaki berjambang
atau wanita berjilbab kemas dan labuh bagi mereka.

Tapi ku mau kau tau,
tubuhku terpalit lumut hitam dan hijau,
kulitku tercemar hancing dan busuk.

Aku terhimpit dalam gua gelap yang kelam,
telesuri sungai kecil yang keruh,
dan ku selami ia,
demi sebuah cahaya di hujungnya.

Kekasih,
lihatlah ku disini,

aku ni orang yang sakit.

Aku ini sakit, kekasih..

Ruqyahlah aku.

Syifa'lah aku.

Maukah kau sambut tanganku 

yang kotor dan luka,

terselut balar dosa dan nafsu?

Sudikah kau, wahai kekasih?

Maukah kau mengusap air mata

bercampur nanah duka di pipiku, kekasih.

Separuh nyawa aku lemas

dalam pusar serakah,

Bersabung nafas namun,

Dalam hujung nadiku 

ku terkenang kamu lewat 

dipangkal lidahku selawat,

Dan kau gapai aku.

Lantas aku kembali jadi lelaki berjambang

atau wanita jilbab labuh bagi mereka,

hanya tuk ku helah pandangan mata.

Kekasihku,

cinta ini terlalu jernih untuk aku palsukan.

Dan jiwa ini sebenarnya 

terlalu malu untuk kau kurindukan.

But You Can't See Me

He loves you because he likes you.

And you love him because you like him. 

No matter in what prospect. 

He may think you have a nice face, beautiful eyes, angelic body, pearly skin - just to say it in a physical context. Or in the hollier way, you may think that he's a nice person, with an interesting character. Great physics, athletic, wavy hair, or whatever.

But the fact is,

you love him, because you like him.

And he loves you, because he likes you.

Which is not enough. 

It is not a concrete base or fundamental thing for us to fall in love, or to be in love, with one another.

Despite of all the "likes", we need someone who really sees us.

The one that we feel we've known for life, only to speak with him/her for 10 minutes.

It's like you listening to your favourite band, and all the people hate it, but you like it, because you understand what the band is trying to do. Because you understand the distinctiveness of the band.

And by that alone, you can live with it.

This thing, the "sees us" thing is far more superior than the "likes".

You can find something or anything for a reason to like someone, but you can never see everyone.

And not just anybody can see through you for what you really are.

For all your life now,

have you ever let go of someone that sees you,

just because you don't "like" him/her?