Home

i get home

and i'll see you once again

i'll smile at you

and i'll ask you again

and this time

i'll need an answer

and you'll let me in

where we called it Home

*iman nur aima*

Remember Me

"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant but it is very important that you do it because...You can't know...

You can't ever really know the meaning of your life...And you don't need to... Just know that your life has a meaning...Every life has a meaning... Whether it lasts one hundred years or one hundred seconds...

 

Every life... And every death... Changes the world in it's own way...

Ghandi knew this. He knew his life would mean something to someone, somewhere, somehow. And he knew with as much certainty that he could never know that meaning... He understood that enjoying life should be of much greater concern then understanding it. And so do I.

You can't know... So don't take it for granted... But don't take it too seriously... Don't postpone what you want... Don't leave anything misunderstood... Make sure the people you care about know... Make sure they know how you really feel...

Because just like that... IT COULD END"

Remember Me, 2010

memeluk jantung hati

agar tidak rapuh dan kesejukan

*iman nur aima*

no-sense

you're in my dream this morning

the fact that i spoke too much about you

as i keep calling your name

a grand name.

it's has been a while

i'm tired and i'm disappearing

because you're violating my innocent-ness

you did nothing

and i'm cursing you for that

it's does not make any sense 

as we both said "let's keep it in the dark"

*iman nur aima*

 i used to be young, wild and free

somehow i met you

i will never be the same

part of me is dying

part of me is slipping away

kill me

assassinate me

so i can live

once again

young, wild and free

 we are like a two straight lines that will never meet

therefore - i'm giving up

satisfy?

::: pena iman nur aima~

Acronym

stress is an acronym for sad, emo, hurt, madness and tears.... when i'm stress, i'm obsess with little things that does not seem important.... i think....about all sort of things....

i'll stare my  hand....my nail......my lip....my eye.....staring like i can see right through my bones.....its beautiful...

most of the time...there will be tears, dwelling at the corner of my eyes....and when it fall...i feel pretty.....

i'm babbling and i'm ranting again....wake up!!!

::: pena iman nur aima~

Roses

Roses are red... Violet are blue

To a certain depth... A girl who wanted to say "Thank You"

Star gazing

Sunrise chasing

Staring you sleeping

Have lighten my morning

::: pena iman nur aima~