run..run as far as u can..
Everytime I look at the picture I can see the moving hair of the unicorn brushed by the cold wind..Freedom. Sheffield called.. behaving possessively towards me. I don’t understand, I have learned to say no in a lot of things(unlike before) but now it is very hard for people to understand what it means by “no”. Sheffield was harshed on the phone to me, I can smell jealousy ..I can understand feeling stupid after your offer being declined, but why is it hard to understand that people are borned with free will to run into the dark magical forest like the unicorn, as he wishes! Nobody can say I am suppose to tie myself to the big oak tree in Ranmoor courtyard and hide my beautiful starry horn from passerby…I am a wild unicorn running through the magical forest, tasting every berries that I can find and drink every drop of dew from shots of young grass, so I will shame the moon that shine upon me…don’t tie this unicorn or the magical forest will die..
Kuala Lumpur called later…casting a spell on the unicorn so he will come back to the magical mountain where he was brought into the world. Magical place where the bats speak of foreign places he had visited the night before, where fishes splashed the water so rainbow can be seen so near to you and not the sky…how I miss home.
Song-Pheonix Bangkit(M.Nasir)—sorry for those who has no idea wht is this..but its my song!
Mood-a mixture of anger and powerless
Its friday night, and the warm night have brought all the young things out, in their high heels and their sweet little skirt. As i sat quietely watching them passing my window one by one like a parade of colourful animals roaming the cold english night. Weird animals in fancy colourful feathers and fur. They screamed, purred, and shrieked. It is very amusing to watch all the colourful animals walking in group of magnificant sounds and colour attracted to the bright light of the city center. It came to me again, those moments in manchester…, the tought of .. …go away! i have a life to lead, friends to be with and books destined to be read only by me!..oh thought please go away…
Smell the coffee, because it’s here it’s black and it’s hot.