study of the heart

the anatomy of the heart,
is the size of one our fist.
the physiology of the heart,
is the feeling that lies within it.
i'm sure,
people must be wondering,
what in the world is anatomy?
what in the world is physiology?
but i don't care.
what i'm trying to say,
think before you say/do
and so,
you won't hurt people's heart.
everybody has their own heart.
but it's how they feel it.
as to me,
i'm super-down-to-the-core
with the actions that you made.
with the words that you said.
with the promise that you hold.
and i doubt,
everybody can hold promise,
even myself.

take things for granted,
and god will not give as much heaven's grace as before.
just take things as they come.
be appreciative.
not unappreciative.
i may not know what you think or feel inside your heart.
but god do.
god gracious.
no god,
no us.
how can we be alive
if there's no existance of god?
i wonder,
can i be a guy,
if i have no dick?

its better to left unsaid.

SHAFIQ!
fuck your brains will you!
just stop!
stop all your fucking emotional feelings can?
why don't you fuck yourself?
fuck you!
fuck!
what's wrong with you?
why can't you just go straight?
instead,
you stay at the same spot.
there's no use no more.
you useless piece of pig shit!
what will make you move on?
fuck your own mother?
fuck your own sister?
if no,
then what?
what's so hard?
why can't you just lead your own life?
and be happy like others?
gosh!
you are one stone-metal-titanium-pathetic-ridiculous-moron!
just fuck off from that spot and go!
find the next spot!
there's better spot than that.
i know it's hard for you to move on.
but you have to,
you prick!
i swear,
i'll ask your friends to slap you like there's no tmrw
if you don't make any improvement you shit-head!

there are two types of people.
one observe.
one entertain.

those who entertain,
more talk,
more gossip,
more fight,
but not in relationship.

on the other hand,
those who observe,
who is
less talk,
less gossip,
less fight,
is in relationship.

and shafiq please,
open your eyes big-big
and face the fact!

people nowadays ah,
wear clothes like wear nothing sia.
just now inside train,
this girl,
wear skirt so like fuckingggggg short lah.
i'm like sitting,
and i can see the edge of her butt.
like what the fishcake?
and i'm very sure.
damn sure
she wore g-string.
-.-

and i still can't belive lah,
why i still don't move.
is there anything wrong with me?
am i sick?
do i need any psychiatrist?
do i need psychologist?
god damn it.