“What is chemistry?” he asked her, “What do you mean by chemistry between two people? How do you know when there is no chemistry?”

She frowned, scratching her head at the question. She never really thought about that… and she was the one who just said that she would not go out with the other guy because ‘there was no chemistry between them…’
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No one told her that breaking a heart could be as painful as having your own heart broken ( Read more... )

…Love is but a game; if you play it right you might win - if not, hell, at least you played ( Read more... )

She was not scared.

It doesn’t matter that tonight the house will echo with the darkness that is left behind with his absence or to find cool sheets where his inviting warmth should have been if she reached over in bed.

Of course she was okay.

It’s not an issue that she will wake up in the morning and greet her toothbrush hello where ( Read more... )

Life is but a narrow winding path along the steep hillside of fortitude. Where we trace our course in slow, careful steps least we stumble and fall.

Our companions are perseverance and courage, lending us the strength to go on, to hold on when the blisters of suffering make rise on our heels as we continuously thread the treacherous path. They ( Read more... )

He wanted to remap the human soul - take a look into its darkness and understand its perversity which echoes like the howling wind hollowing out the canyon rocks.

He wanted to redraw the outline of his heart - trace the cracks where the pieces have been duct taped back together and colour in the raw edges that don’t quite match.

He wanted to ( Read more... )

People ask me why do I damage things?

It’s the anger I tell them - the seething blinding rage which swells like a red blood pool in my head and then overwhelms my senses until I see nothing but the crimson petals in all corner of the room. And the rage would not let go because their long dark arms can crawl under my skin and control me like a ( Read more... )

The rising sun was like a promise, that light could return to my life and I could look forward to starting a new day on an empty page. A white page as pristine as the newly fallen snow whose blanket has covered the world I live in.

Why is the cold so inviting?

The biting frost which embraces me in its frozen arms; holds me and tells me it is okay ( Read more... )

I'll carve your name into my skin
And every place that you have been
Watch you dream while you're asleep
I haven't slept now for a week

--- If You Weren’t Leaving Me ~ Mark Owens

He woke up, suddenly and completely. The cool night air kissed his skin but he was drenched with sweat and his breathing was heavy.

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Baik-baik bertanam padi
Jangan sampai dimakan rusa
Baik-baik termakan budi
Jangan sampai badan binasa

Plant your rice carefully,
So that the deer don't eat them,
Take your favours carefully,
So that you're not consumed by them

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Our lives are like an interconnecting ( Read more... )