stranded in a beautiful paradise

when i said,
time flies. i mean it.
time really flies fast. i hate it.

it has been long since i last feel this way.
a feeling that is beyond words to describe.
the one that is for me to embrace,
keep and celebrate.

being there is a bliss.
an infinite one, eternal.
...irony. it does not last long.

i wish for a little more time.
to be there.

it was a paradise.
indeed, a beautiful one.


p/s:
*extending my hearfelt gratitude and thanks to C and A*



enjoy being with you,
nfhms.

please stay, don't go.

the sky is crying.
but i like it..

i missed
the smell of it.
and the taste of it..


i miss to walk in the rain,
nfhms.

finally...

fuhh!

hoyeah.hoyeah.

suke.(:


p/s:

haih..
barula terasa nak mamam. ngee~ :D


si mengade-ngade,
nfhms.

@.@

shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.
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shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.
shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.
shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.
shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.

thank you.


gone insane,
nfhms.

spoken vs written

i've written this one year ago, if i'm not mistaken.
and i've posted it in my facebook notes.

yet,
i feel like putting it here.

so, here it goes.

SPOKEN vs WRITTEN

what is spoken flies;
somehow or rather, it remains.
spoken is associated with nonverbal elements.
the smiles, the frowns, the winks,
the intonation, the body gestures are somehow is captured and stored in our mind.

what is written remains.
it doesn't fly, yet words are only words.
it stays as a document.
it is not important on how it is presented.
written can be manipulated. we can't see truth in writings.
we can't see smiles or frowns, we can't see anger, love or resentment.

spoken or written,
one flies and one stays,
the face you see and the words you read,
is everything that important anyway.

what are faces, what are words,
when meaning is absent,
everything becomes nothing...




indisicive as always,
nfhms.