::Artrageously Unique & Exotic ::

| Shall we dance into that secluded sandy beaches, kissing pain and sorrows, sitting quietly on the rocks, catching love waves, like no one else sees, but just the two of us? |

Bright sunny days, Somedays somehow it will eventually be it,  in love of those days, like I finally no longer denying it. Was on a flight from Selangor recently, sat beside the window looking at the clouds. Restless me, I just need to do something. I took an inflight magazine out. Just browsing I swear, never intended to do a heavy reading anyway. But, but this particular article took my attention, I just had to.  I am no religious person to begin with. But I have an open mind about learning and accepting other people's own. It doesn't matter what race or religion you are in, I believe that knowing other people's beliefs make you understand them more.  Well back to speaking of the article I have just read. It was about a Tamil- Hindu celebration called Thaipusam. I have always wanted to come and visit Batu Caves since I don't know when. I'm no fit kind of person and to think that I had to climb those stairs, makes me think twice. But it will als

How do you define the word 'E xit'?   This is how I define it in my own dictionary.   It all began like this.... Breathe into life, that loud cry, naked in innocence. Entered the gates of beyond expectations. This they say it's short, life could be temporary but it could also be sweet. But nothing last forever, no never, no matter how much we wanted to. Letting it out and go maybe the hardest, moving on shall be the best way. Somehow at last, when the time has come, door closes to bid farewell, back to dust and ashes we shall leave. 

Chugged down our drinks on a midnight, Loud whispers conversation through our ears. Engrossed over the sound of music, the band playing was superb, I literally fainted. You were not playing music that night but you in your sexy curls, whom I bid farewell in hugs that late hours.

Black ink on a piece of paper,  Penned down on what was once blank, Words of the writer, it made a come back.  About awhile it has been. Opportunity was great while it last. But she realize, she then refused. What was not in her heart anymore.  Another one came by. This might be it. Moving on, where was the music to my heart?  It was weird.  Last night, it drums hardcore enough. It made her sang again. In all sudden, of all Friday night. She could agree that sometimes, somedays, everyone need a just a little bit of  distraction. That good kind of distraction she must say.  I guess it knocked her silly!