Joy beneath painted rainbows

Nina Amiliah.
Like any other women, I have my own idol, I want a happy life student under pressure. I want to explore Africa, marry a pilot, honeymoon in a hot air balloon and get solemnise on water! FT students are real hot. Brad Pitt and Barack Obama, they are my idol.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Here and again, i fall.
Not once not twice.
I stumble each time i reminisced.
Of you, of our dreams.
You made life seem to be a smooth path.
Truth hidden beneath frozen surfaces.
You made love sound a happy tune.
Sadness engraved like never surfacing.
But when you left, you left nothing
but unexplained essays.

What am i to do?
You make soluble chemical flow like eternal stream.
Was it tears or was it an expression of meaningless agonizing emotion?

Here and again, i crossed edgy ocean.
Guideless. Indefinite.
Did i forget? Or was i dreaming?
Where are you?

Here and again, i sit and retrospect.
I realised, the life is mine.
But no matter what, truth is,
i can never define life
the moment you stop breathing words
into my deaf ear.
I miss you, dad.