Broken goods

At first,
I warned you
That I am a broken good
A broken toy who get hurt
Just as easy
As the waves break up at the shore

But you,
You are blinded
By the rush in your veins
Butterflies taking flight in your heart
It's just as easy
As you took me in into your life

Those days,
Best I remembered
Time passed so fast I forgot
That I was once broken,  fragile
And slowly I forget
How being broken mattered to us anymore

And now,
You had seen
The hideous, sad part of me
You forgot at once who I'm
And you only saw
The stranger that you can hardly accept

It's okay
I am broken
You can't break what already is
I am simply just broken goods
Too heavy to carry
You can just leave me here if you want to
Cause you won't wound what is already broken

Just a word post

I wonder how will people remember me as.
People come and go in this little train of life.
But will you remember me as that warm hearted guy that will lit up your heart as you remembered me?
Will you remember me as that steadfast kind of friend who will bring a smile to your face as I cross your mind?

If it's true for you.  I am glad I have brought some light into your life.
If not.  I regret that I should have tried harder.

Life is hard.
Wish everything has a simple solution like back in the days. 

Belated new year

Hey, its me again.

Its been a long long time since I last came up and talk to you. How are you doing? Its not a surprise for me if this place is long forgottten, gathered some dust, got a few cobwebs, maybe. Its been so long that my heart ached wanting to come back, wanting to grow out of this hiatus, wanting to break free from everything that holds me back from dancing on the keyboard, say a few words, and look back, and see how had my life been, for the past few months.

So, how are you? How am I?

... When I first started this blog, I write things about me, and then read back to it and see myself from a third eye. That's how I get to know myself. So basically i dont think much while i blog, just blurting whatever things that came to my mind; and when I review the posts, all things will stand out just enough.
And now, I still do that And now, I still enjoy doing so
Sometimes we think we know ourselves so much that we thought we had mastered our life We have that tinge of superiority, being untouchable, invisible, running in our veins, gives us the struts and we make our steps
but
Sometimes part of us that we never knew about, surfaces Sometimes we dont know ourselves as well as we thought Sometimes maybe, we kept feeding ourselves with the impression of us, and hide another part of us
In the end, we created a falseself that even we dont recognise. Tell me, do you recognise the you in the mirror? Is he/she who you truly are??
Sometimes just cant help but wonder why are there such monstrosity being bred within me


...

New Year. New Beginning.
It sure does feel really meh considering the fact that I am in the second year of my BDS study, and nothing is really interesting in India aside from my new "mercedes", and occasion friends visits.

Studies wise, well I rather not talk about it

The whole "live life out loud, and just be yourself" resolution of 2014 obviously doesnt really work well for me. So yea, I dont really have a clue of how to start my new year. ><

Happy Meh year everyone. Belated meh year, I mean.

Till then