farewell

yearbook ends. so is zam and aki. those yearbook days. thanks to them. theyve done alot. they were there. those days when dewi was away. u guys keep the cool. those bunga ingkar, those dangdut, lina geboy, facebook, kop, gunners, artery, scarfs, simpang bedok, and not to forget "baikk".

as for me, for now im not sure whats happening, theres still a great china wall infront and an unbalanced tight rope walk for me to go through. did i put any effort? or simply ignorance? whats happening. i simply dont know who to go to when turmoil strikes. north south east west poles? i want to continue but i hope for the best of you. i'll try my best to do what it takes just to save the seaweed from being deeper into the sea of confusion. just take me as your life jacket and dont forget where you stand.

only mew can reflect things going in my mind.

go and belt it out:

I don't feel alright
In spite of these comforting sounds
You make
I don't feel alright
Because you make promises
That you break
Into your house
Why don't we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude
It's hard to make sense
Feels as if I'm sensing you
Through a lens
If someone else comes
I'll just sit here listening to the drums
Previously I never called it solitude
And probably you know
All the dirty shows I've put on
Blunted and exhausted like anyone
Honestly I tried to avoid it
Honestly
Back when we were kids
We would always know when to stop
And now all the good kids are
Messing up
Nobody has gained or
Accomplished anything