people wont see me,my face not even my smile;
but they do feel that im happy for who i am.
they know that im perfectly have been coloured by my own dreams,
too colourful,and too true :)
sometime i think "people are always beautiful but not me"
but then,people themselves show to me how their beauty fades & rusting
fades and rusting when they just sell it and have a billion zillion money for it;
but not the million trillion love from someone that i call the person is
i cant smile easily,
but i do laugh loudly.
i dont have much money,
but i have my heart-beating.
im not involve in modeling,
but im involving myself in day-dreaming.
i can forget how to cook curry for two weeks,
but i do remember the way my mum gives her love towards me.
i sometime get mad like crazy,
but every single time i do try to learn from my mistakes.
i have many haters,
but i dont have the shit manners.
Laugh & Cry are my bestfriends,
Joke & Hurt are my partners,
without them i may not have a sound;
sound of joy appreciating Allah's gifts.