.kiko kiki lala.

Bawakan aku terus pada kamu Jangan dekati aku dengan mereka Ajarkan aku cinta Ajarkan aku pahit di sini Ajarkan aku manis di sana Ajarkan aku pada keindahan pada percikan warna dan udara yang kau hembuskan Ajarkan aku pada kesengsaraan pada hati hati buta yang butuh diperingatkan Jika aku jatuh lagi,  tersisir jauh dari pandangan itu desir kecil aku harap kau kalihkan mataku ke situ Bukan niatku untuk meminta  tapi ini harapan kecil aku yang kerdil  kerana aku tahu, kau tidak pernah mengecewakan. Kau tidak akan mengecewakan. Kau adalah satu satunya yang aku pasti. Kau adalah kepastian. Satu satunya kepastian di titik ini.

When you read a book, not a particularly ordinary book in this case. And each words written there seems to be etched upon your skins of thoughts. You mind scarred with its beauty, aching for more, craving to have written in equal aesthetic quality. I can't help myself from stopping for a while, to gulp the fluid of words down my throat and move my hand to scribble the torrents down in blank pages.  Dead men's words have never been so alive, as long as the words he crafted live in the mind of those who reads. I am intoxicated beyond words and strings of alphabets. 

Having surrounded by friends, which you can laugh with which you can also rely with which you can share stories with which you can hear stories from which you can be crazy & total wreck around which you can get support & be supportive to bliss.  Love each and everyone of you.