tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77248223037945880312011-12-21T14:22:14.987-08:00Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-38670394081195603842011-05-20T19:07:00.000-07:002011-05-20T19:08:25.795-07:00I breathe on a land. Moist by weather,<br />Favoured by seasons, Smiles on every curves.<br />These Borders were line aged. Made in the Sultan.<br />Judgement was a wise. Less to overrule.<br /><br />Love for it was never less from a Doctor.<br />Seperation by sea’s and language.<br />And in Democracy we are here to speak.<br />Stoned by a yawn to a better disclosure.<br /><br />There were more, but less to one<br />A Pride that Upholds a Destiny<br />Discovery of Self Diversity was never an option<br />A lawyer in making. A change. A polygamy.<br /><br />Yesterday I hymn for a change<br />Sounds of a Hyprocrasy whose greed is not blind.<br />Seeking for poverty in the wise chair.<br /><br />Ive read a book. On a country.<br />Well diverse and sad it was.<br />And happy it appear. But for whom I speak to.<br /><br />My voice is another name to my ancestors.<br />A repetition generation. On a same land.<br />Change of policy. Shot by a 7.00 hour dawn.<br />Im a Muslim. So does my respect to Buddha.<br />My friend is a Christian and yet to I hug a Hindu.<br /><br />In one diversity,on one prosperity. A hint for us to all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-3867039408119560384?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-71927239638540581852011-05-13T18:42:00.000-07:002011-05-13T18:48:27.629-07:00My words is never too sealed<br />Writtings is an essay<br />Crumble's as one feet upon the other<br />Little itself tells lies<br /><br />Life,A tree, and air<br />Best of trust.<br />clichy as its loyal its for a test<br />In end, in the a papers were I to judge.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-7192723963854058185?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-27544589866752226312011-05-13T18:07:00.001-07:002011-05-13T18:10:37.408-07:00Crack In Lines<br />Choose between two<br />Passionate chooses its patient<br />Windows align in between<br />A smooth gesture. Divine we did all.<br />Writting did I not stop and what more were I to pause.<br /><br />In these less literature democracy<br />We all is too smile at end<br />With less knowledge, Nor better hope<br />That life plays an act that tells<br />that beauty is on the other side<br /><br />I shal leave but a comeback is never an oath<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-2754458986675222631?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-25482560760625462602011-01-16T14:53:00.000-08:002011-01-16T15:12:11.378-08:00My days to come..<br />in an engaging would it chills<br />full of clumsy expression<br />little it fill the chocolate bar<br /><br />convincing myself<br />in all flaws<br />no wonders were at its glitter<br />bonded by an act<br />shame upon words<br />were I a wiser of her<br />dependable<br /><br />spoke among others<br />In this two journey<br />A rhythm plays in an orchestra of two <br />in its highest key ill play it<br />and it lowest,i'll go slowly<br />with this white hand of hers at my right<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-2548256076062546260?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-40733921366044538032011-01-10T04:45:00.000-08:002011-01-10T05:02:38.030-08:00A white posture. In Her tears. A music plays in <3 <br />A rhythm of her heart beats.an arc.shape in between <br />arrowed by time,2 in 10. <br />never did i doubt she pulls her hands <br />too late to slip by emotions in a wave that curve's <br /> <br />letting it pass.words in a sentence <br />kills bits in flattering thou builds <br />will i get close in our lullaby <br />clumsy u are.yet i choose <br />make we fall.harder it be.tighter i hold <br /> <br />messed up <br />those are words to choose <br />ur looking.with an eye's many doubt <br />yet at night we both had our lullaby <br />a feeling to feel on the land not ours <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-4073392136604453803?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-75145277536721628552010-10-25T05:12:00.000-07:002010-10-25T08:27:50.895-07:00Watching a born baby <div>creating its walking stick</div><div>couldn't i care for a lesson of his teaching </div><div>the gesture of a geisha to bond itself onto a stranger world</div><div>cheered till his 2nd chapter is yet to be read</div><div><br /></div><div>Turn around friend</div><div>its me.</div><div>dun rush,in the mid of autumn</div><div>those leaves are the memoirs of ur behaviour</div><div>its rotting</div><div>let it be,indeed a new tree yet to be seed</div><div><br /></div><div>ur smiling?</div><div>wonders to be pounder..=)</div><div>how the wind circles you</div><div>playing hair to hair</div><div>bits by bits,we're all then to rot</div><div>just like autumn</div><div><br /></div><div>till that day arrive</div><div>know that I am here</div><div>ur friend</div><div>smiling from far.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(an attribution to my dear friend Syazwan)</div><div>You have found a new you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-7514527753672162855?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-80280930204368099812010-10-11T10:41:00.000-07:002010-10-11T10:51:32.205-07:00As i blead to an unknown land<div>vision by words of glory and gospel</div><div>blinded by a greek narcassic</div><div>which to turn when all there's left is both</div><div>a hand in we gather is shaking</div><div>kissing statue in an isle with no pride</div><div>how i wonder if this road is yet to be wiser</div><div>or ther's none to achieve but an oath(syahadah)</div><div>is to set a path into white lights</div><div>for thee was yet to promise</div><div>in the waitng chamber of earth</div><div>ill stood strong</div><div>ill blead more</div><div>and yet im smiling</div><div>4 the ummah of the Muslims</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-8028093020436809981?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-3340772667429030062010-04-24T11:23:00.000-07:002010-04-24T11:40:06.715-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">On a night for a man to plead for some light</div><div style="text-align: center;">loitering in the alley of love</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a pace in to resists forces of gravity</div><div style="text-align: center;">He knew not for his love left untold</div><div style="text-align: center;">sealed with his broken lips</div><div style="text-align: center;">bared not to his eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">heavier seems to hold then to pour</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">those three little words</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/S9M6aG1GkLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/17oo4gO87-E/s1600/images+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/S9M6aG1GkLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/17oo4gO87-E/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463774993114894514" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-334077266742903006?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-13436524872040209792010-03-25T04:14:00.000-07:002010-03-25T04:31:21.300-07:00Hello.an oath human took<div><br /></div><div>My name is Boy</div><div>I've stayed peaceful</div><div>Though ate quite a much</div><div>It hurts can be quite a last</div><div><br /></div><div>In a century &amp; a wonder hits to A Boy</div><div>A girl has gesture.she walks with wonder</div><div>Boy puts a thought and his wonder were his girl</div><div>A pleasuring feeling, he pause and that</div><div>that..that..that..</div><div> feeling was born</div><div>Never he stomp and yet the flower still drinks</div><div>His days come to meet her with feelings</div><div>Is her Saxophone in the tube</div><div><br /></div><div>we were there </div><div>and to we witness</div><div>we were happy..</div><div>we so didn't stop</div><div>pleasuring of we feeling</div><div>its closer and to that play</div><div>we ready to a closer feeling</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-1343652487204020979?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-66960504885064183792010-02-27T21:24:00.000-08:002010-02-27T21:27:03.622-08:00All i know <div>is your presence is a need</div><div>and i didn't know that tonight was it</div><div>will you come?</div><div><br /></div><div>ill wait with an apple</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-6696050488506418379?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-84766350563575455602010-02-27T21:14:00.000-08:002010-02-27T21:24:23.774-08:00When i walk, i hymm<div><br /><div>and i pause if your there to show a bit of this,</div><div><br /></div><div>sometimes words can come out so wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>yet you stab on the corner of every uprising sun</div><div><br /></div><div>Our ties was only a bond that runs</div><div><br /></div><div>what we had was a was.</div><div><br /></div><div>there's none left to say then a bit of smile</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-8476635056357545560?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-39821223841818928292009-12-20T18:01:00.000-08:002009-12-20T18:19:19.136-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/Sy7bE2J7bTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aIFaxt7jiDE/s1600-h/0b2f5383d6620b38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/Sy7bE2J7bTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aIFaxt7jiDE/s320/0b2f5383d6620b38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417508278076402994" /></a><br />I walk alone thinking a thought that holds to my trust in life<div>I had a friend who just had Her relationship turning a new leaf just as after her old one ended</div><div>Is funny to think how this love we treasure can be broke down to pieces and suddenly form again</div><div>"owh ya..cupid help" whats that suppose to mean</div><div>i guess when you're in love..you make reason just to suite yourself</div><div>is funny how that works..</div><div><br /></div><div>Relationship is a word which has a deep meaning</div><div>A meaning which carries our life forever</div><div>living without regret hoping that your destine is beside you smiling </div><div>Relationship comes on our good morning and ends at our good night</div><div><br /></div><div>Its always seems clear to me that life we so called is just a temporary stop</div><div>Its a test whether we could withstand and distinguish between relationship and Relationship</div><div>Our first touch in a relationship is when we knew that from that moment you'll never be alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>So F**K off those cupid..keep your arrows..</div><div>we'll have ours which we use once</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-3982122384181892829?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-15786666434733913082009-11-26T09:52:00.000-08:002009-11-26T09:59:06.196-08:00Thou i seek in despair<br />i knew shall not that hurt<br />on the top of tree<br />to hit winds till dawn crawls mourning..<br />i do wait but so shall you not<br />go deeper on lands<br />in the chase of lust<br />i soon understand that may u have a house<br />the road that lead to a coast in the east.<br />than shall you know..<br />that in the this little four chambers<br />there's a room for you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-1578666643473391308?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-61958059049095001612009-11-16T08:11:00.000-08:002009-11-16T08:23:51.081-08:00I've got a friend<br />sHe's nice in many ways<br />its been a while<br />i do check her on<br />everyday,<br /> just to make me feel close to her<br />thou she's not there to hear<br />but i know,<br />she's here to stay longer<br />cause i know,<br />if it were to be,<br />it was meant to be..<br /><br />a better purpose..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-6195805904909500161?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-7932091598510260442009-10-24T04:51:00.002-07:002009-10-24T05:25:19.661-07:00in those summer i try to lean on a tree<br />just when i turn for a kiss<br />u were gone..disapear in those winter..<br />it was cold but ur smile warms me up<br />but just when i turn for a hug..<br />u were gone..disapear in those spring..<br />it was a day of colours..<br />ur red rose are mine to guard<br />but just when i turn to propose<br />u were gone..disapear in those autumn..<br />if i had a chance<br />for another turn<br />to make u my summer<br />to kiss you in the spring,<br />to hug with every winter<br />and autumn to be my witness<br />ill be sure something to whisper on it<br />for that i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-793209159851026044?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-43706749947039738842009-10-19T14:18:00.000-07:002009-10-19T14:36:23.387-07:00<div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center">Guard with a night to a never end</div><div align="center">Is pain seems the only word..</div><div align="center">sometimes to wonder</div><div align="center">if this heart still listens the other beating</div><div align="center">so silence till none left to say</div><div align="center">if love is to be made</div><div align="center">is u im starting with</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-4370674994703973884?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-43852419995698252652009-10-06T22:26:00.000-07:002009-10-06T22:44:32.124-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SswqdClVrKI/AAAAAAAAACs/wSyfcPCsUUY/s1600-h/29691d7cee437564.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389729532453694626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SswqdClVrKI/AAAAAAAAACs/wSyfcPCsUUY/s320/29691d7cee437564.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tuesday</div><div>swear to protect its name</div><div>a glance to look under a night.</div><div>what more to see than just a beam</div><div>till hard but yet it beats stronger..</div><div>anxious till love songs a friend</div><div>its fake was just another sign..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>pulling every beds..</div><div>gathering signs if she is she</div><div>everythng will be fine </div><div>hang on there.stay strong</div><div>hold ur thoughts</div><div>let it linger.</div><div>if she is she</div><div>ur his to his</div><div>and This i Swear.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-4385241999569825265?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-31448312627591773172009-09-22T08:07:00.000-07:002009-09-22T08:41:15.881-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Our country is merging to a whole new build up level of development.<br />Malays are among the biggest shareholders among the malaysian population.<br />The country name itself signals a pride.<br />However,malays are always being classified as the less outspoken.<br /><br />To my recent talk to one of the veterans who i have highly respect<br />The common joke that to classified races is when :-<br />-2 chinese meets= let's create some money<br />-2 indian meets =let's create an association<br />-2 malays meets = let's "buat kenduri"<br /><br />im a malay myself and to think of it..<br />it is quite true..<br />the mind can never escape its thinking..<br />hw can we overcome this problem mind thinking..<br /><br /><br /><br />time is urging us to act more than to think<br />i guess if we put a twist and put thinking in a thought for a second<br />its not that hard..<br /><br />in one of Tun Mahathir's book<br />Malay Dilemma..he mention that malay has the sickness of "shy"<br />it is to said as one of the weakness of us malays..<br /><br /><br />i bet to differ..<br /><br />i think the term shy could play its role as polite<br />and the word polite is a strength of us malays<br />being polite has always been our culture<br />and it has brought many great things us malaysian<br /><br /><br />so what if polite is a weakness<br />if we are not trying to be polite<br />the opposite of polite is rude<br />by means should we be rude for our country development..<br />the prosperity needs its strength<br /><br />its strength are us<br />and us to think and act..<br />think bout it..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-3144831262759177317?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-57758351403082084812009-09-21T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-22T08:50:11.618-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">it isn't a crime to want..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a little space to breathe...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so..why heartless?<br />if the morning is my summer..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i hope is you im sharing with..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">on your wedding..<br />ill mourn on a fake smile..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ur happy..so am i..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so why?<br />Doushite?<br />Why did i end up falling for you?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/Sreo4NmkiEI/AAAAAAAAACk/Dh_1wu_l95w/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/Sreo4NmkiEI/AAAAAAAAACk/Dh_1wu_l95w/s320/heartbroken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383957563222296642" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-5775835140308208481?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-55163814271830882992009-09-16T05:58:00.000-07:002009-09-16T06:45:47.299-07:00In a small land i pursue dreams with hatred<br />i came in to fight but none left standing<br />weaklings by their lust and needs<br />had a mother with a father of many eyes..<br />hardly love comes but none to last<br />till death witness that promise were just words<br />life has come to its peak where the final call is urs to hymm<br />mother u sneak in those blinded lights.<br />u put us as ur wing while dawn approaches..<br />home is approaching..<br />we'll fly there..<br /> together we'll reach the end..<br />then u noe that our life was just a dust of a memoirs..<br /><br />=)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-5516381427183088299?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-42398949065458401462009-07-25T11:33:00.000-07:002009-07-25T12:04:40.474-07:00none i said were right..<br /><br />those were words to stall happiness..<br /><br />when two hearts beat for one another..<br /><br />what a sigh..<br /><br />hearts beat with question to wonder.<br /><br />y world were create to share but many yet despair,<br /><br />it was moment of truth that hurts..<br /><br />she throws words that totures the smile..<br /><br />how fake act reality..<br /><br />how she not see that theres a soul bleeding..<br /><br />needed of wings and bless..<br /><br />to let it flee from eartlings..<br /><br />let it free from hours that dust in air..<br /><br />finally he reach words for he to stay and smile..<br /><br />thank you for that friday..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-4239894906545840146?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-40117184784354392932009-04-07T17:17:00.000-07:002009-07-04T22:14:28.727-07:00Ot:arent u satisfy my dearish girl?<br /><br /><br />G:no..sir..i want more..a little bit up here and some of it in here..<br /><br /><br /><br />Ot:Hohoho..u are one "animal"..if i "provide" with ur wishes..will u be satisfy and dont come bother me?<br /><br /><br /><br />G:No promises to that but ill try...quick2...give me a whole new type..<br /><br /><br /><br />Ot: OK...here you go..a whole new candy with some cookie man pictures with it...<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322112083054538834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SdvwveVHsFI/AAAAAAAAACc/Jnk35pkXwHc/s320/24122007299.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Mankind..foolish by his own words..</p><p>Mind set prison with hunger of lust</p><p>Bind with only eyes that vision only greatness nevertheless chaos.</p><p>if there is good between the darkness that hides..</p><p>im sure there is hope 4 gaza to all..<br />in believing<br /></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-4011718478435439293?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-12300018268607821602009-03-22T22:21:00.000-07:002009-03-22T22:30:15.755-07:00As far to observe from the born an infant to my growth of teenage hunger.<br />the best thing in life are hard to gain and appreciated,<br />we seek enjoyment but we yet fail to see that there's another part in life that really help us in learning ourselves, <br />many said that our enemy are actually our friend,<br />as they knew that to learn every inch of our movement is hard nevertheless impossible,<br />to feel secure is actually to fell danger,<br />as we are more aware towards our surroundings,<br />we can never know when we could create enemies,<br />is better to create one manually then to develop it slowly,<br />to really see it is hard,<br />to really feel it is to be consider rather foolish,<br />so how about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-1230001826860782160?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-9943100662804930592009-01-03T09:30:00.000-08:002009-01-04T09:47:34.889-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SV-hHoTIzMI/AAAAAAAAACM/2kR0FBA6xtE/s1600-h/faye.jpg"></a><br /><div>there's a time where classes were just 5 metre away..</div><div>but we spoke only 5 years whn time is a day..</div><div>yet i wonder...wat could happen..</div><div>in a place called setiawangsa..</div><div>where thngs happen for a reason..</div><div>what a waste of time i said..</div><div>i guess NOW is good time to start..</div><div></div><div></div><div>this post is where i start..</div><div>where words are not only a say..</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>there she goes so wavery</div><div>with a cooper ready to apply</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-994310066280493059?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-32883132787767243542008-12-31T22:01:00.000-08:002008-12-31T22:41:25.986-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SVxlLj5X9RI/AAAAAAAAACE/VW0uNsco_mM/s1600-h/16122007243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286211311914972434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SVxlLj5X9RI/AAAAAAAAACE/VW0uNsco_mM/s320/16122007243.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>In years i 've seen, many seen yet to fail..<br />all this while i imagine a world in seen through glassses..</div><div>a different angle, a slight change of it can actually change the whole picture..</div><div>but its rather similar in every other way..is how put our hearts in viewing things..</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>We can be different in ways of we think,</div><div>she couldnt be there when u needed her most,</div><div>but we all knew that hearts of her were meant for u only.</div><div>that could put a stop into it..</div><div>as i recall, love is like the wind..we could not see it but we can feel it..</div><div>if u jump, ill jump..two hearts beats side by side and its together...<br />and this is my heart..feel it..its broken..</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>we post a stop and slowly we learn..</div><div>he and she is binded though many tried to break..</div><div>its the remainder of the eyes..we could never lower our voices..</div><div>loneliness that we held so tight seems so fading away..</div><div>=) </div><br /><br /><div>but...=.= is only playing u..</div><div>a trick that circles..from past to generations..</div><div>the player change..the games stays..</div><div>how it hurt..and a laugh to cure..</div><br /><div>its the betrayal of our kind..<br />ive been learning it..i indeed finally understood..</div><div>and it has reach its final chapter..</div><div>and im still missing a piece..one's that completes all..</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>in years to come..</div><br /><div>her loss would be my misery..</div><br /><br /><div>={</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-3288313278776724354?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-28512518522726149032008-12-14T18:30:00.001-08:002008-12-14T18:30:38.493-08:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/photogeniks/632512256/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/632512256_9547835b89_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/photogeniks/632512256/">Night Owl</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/photogeniks/">photogeniks</a></span></div>A long sleep..<br />Not realizing that tomorrow might change one's heart..<br />covered by blanket and pilllows to guard..<br />washed by dreams and hopes...<br />night was ending..<br />the morning reveals his true self<br /><br />He could not tell..<br />He couldnt reach what was lay..<br />his eyes were covered...<br />he tries but yet to fail...<br />does this heart beats together..<br />cornering every inch of his room..<br />wasting every moment...<br /><br />she was there..waiting for a miracle..<br />she know this heart of her's was meant for him..<br />patience she could barely break..<br />the pain and suffering...<br />thoughts flushing through her mind..<br />is this love real? is the beauty still there..?<br /><br />minutes by minutes..hours pass another..<br />reminding each self that there is hope..<br />as long as moon glows..<br />the earth circles..<br />there will always be love<br />holding to one another<br />loyal is in the peak..<br /><br />to send a message of love..<br />he laydown for a bit..<br />trusting his heart..<br />he starts entering words by words.<br />he knows..he will..he should...<br />evrything was in his side..<br /><br />she looks in the moon...<br />hoping that she could be one..<br />she heard and slowly she opened...<br />a heart warm message...<br />she misses him too..<br /><br />a night to share to all..<br />the beauty was in there..<br />their morning wouldnt be the same...<br />is all written in each heart..<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-2851251852272614903?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-16787626189805784982008-12-13T17:36:00.000-08:002008-12-13T17:48:44.557-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SURlieAyXII/AAAAAAAAAB0/uF6XTH0Gwu0/s1600-h/thedaytheearthstoodstill_galleryposter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456306031385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SURlieAyXII/AAAAAAAAAB0/uF6XTH0Gwu0/s320/thedaytheearthstoodstill_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SURj_QHysfI/AAAAAAAAABs/bEc8Hid4BjU/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279454601495622130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SURj_QHysfI/AAAAAAAAABs/bEc8Hid4BjU/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SUPi70YuorI/AAAAAAAAABk/bNhuszPN7yo/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"></a>Earth is in needing to be saved..<br />lifes counting one another.. </div><div>pushing everythng to its limit..<br />we know its wrong..<br />yet we ADJUST..</div><br /><div><br />arent we civilise to thnk that we are mutualising..<br />how our brain really works is through our environment..<br />a bad environment..<br />a standing still adaptation..<br />an act to us all..<br />arent we absorbing it..<br />letting another youth in evolving..</div><br /><br /><div><br />to feel differnt..<br />to see hidden..<br />to taste bitter..<br />they cant feel what arent real..</div><br /><div><br />how can we not see the hands that were the blood of its own actors..<br />a simple change can actually gives big difference..<br />is how we act to it<br />we are the acting in it..<br />the play is the earth itself..<br /></div><br /><div>day by day we stood and breathe..</div><div>if tommorow never comes..</div><div>we're all to blame..</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-1678762618980578498?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-76895766497500704612008-12-08T21:25:00.000-08:002008-12-09T08:27:55.893-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/ST6cDFHoFXI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ts3Bd9InYbo/s1600-h/fa57ca888a467cd8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277827390052504946" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/ST6cDFHoFXI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ts3Bd9InYbo/s320/fa57ca888a467cd8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In the world that clashes..<br />two world fighting for a cup of ashes..</div><div>prooving that they are better..</div><div>one seem so cool..</div><div>another just entered in the world of gossip..</div><br /><div><br />miss cemetries may seem cool..</div><div>acting the queen of college..</div><div>shes HOT i guess..</div><br /><div>hahaha...what a joke..</div><div>ala.theres another rehearsal..and there go she walks so smoothly making sure that she catch the eyes of all..with hair so wavery..who does she think she is..owh ya..shes a hotty..haha..</div><br /><p>looks like shes mad..shes not satisfied with her soldiers..anther rehearsal again..whn will she be satisfied? keep puzzling..</p><br /><p>every1 had a fooled thnking she did it all..does kickng chairs involve? </p><p>another group af hectic kmbinas detected..so sad is it..thats the fact..</p><p>i luv to say more..</p><div>but this could be enough to send message to the girl in the mask..</div><br /><div>till then..XOXO..</div><br /><br /><div>hahahahaha...</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/ST4EssAcFmI/AAAAAAAAABA/2VFxHs5PKA0/s1600-h/0286a483daee595c.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-7689576649750070461?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-80511255503673581132008-11-25T04:44:00.000-08:002008-11-25T05:15:29.690-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SSv2wVMl_hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WDwvkkyJxUA/s1600-h/DSCN1923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SSv2wVMl_hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WDwvkkyJxUA/s320/DSCN1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272579098951417362" border="0" /></a><br />Everyday is always a challenge<br />without realizing that a day is a mission accomplished<br />thou the joyfulness that thrill us<br />but yet we sometime felt depressed and more underestimating what we truly should cherish..<br />there are something still left untouched..<br />pulling the strings that may seem so impossible to hide it..<br />to come to it..<br />is our feelings that really portray our disguising face..<br /><br />We win the game..<br />and a victorious feeling we share to all..<br />its hard but many oppose..<br />its human nature to feel hatred for what we could felt..<br />many would idolize and fight for it..<br />the feeling to hold a cup..<br /><br />there will come a time<br />where one will understand..<br />and realize that its their lost to not cherish for what we provided them<br />For one to really hear.. one has to kept silence...<br />the moment will be heard<br />smileys will be wished..<br />and many will still ignore...<br /><br />faith is still upon us..<br />we hope to question..<br />but silence is always at the dawn...<br />wishing that heart connects to heart..<br />that is the game...<br />the game that we created by our truly desired emotions..<br />how this mechanism works...??<br />is our goal to seek and learn..<br />it is ours to complete and destroy..<br />is a disease that will slowly bring a new beginning..<br /><br />smile always<br />is only the time we had..<br />cheers..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-8051125550367358113?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of languagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02974823145802627693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724822303794588031.post-54608110485680512802008-11-23T21:55:00.000-08:002008-11-23T22:18:25.526-08:00<div>We see..</div><br /><div>We learn..</div><br /><div>We experience..</div><br /><div>things didnt happen for needs..</div><br /><div>its the ryhthm that cylces..</div><br /><div>a life can start so perfectly and end so endlessly..</div><br /><div>without potraying the real behaviour of a good instinct..</div><br /><div>we truly self develop our emotions and feeling without leveling our senses..</div><br /><div>Hoping that every reasons comes with a perfect solutions..</div><br /><div>How cruel life can be..</div><br /><div>How torturing the HEART beats..</div><br /><div>How can that be?</div><br /><div>Is the rhythm that cycles..</div><br /><div>it keeps on rolling and moving..</div><br /><div>never looking back..</div><br /><div>blinded by friends and enemies..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If we can see things differently..</div><br /><div>put a stop onto that wheel..</div><br /><div>make a change of something..</div><br /><div>is just might change your will..</div><br /><div>think about it..</div><br /><div>the madness we see and feel..</div><br /><div>it is real..</div><br /><div>and its just keep on cycling till the rythm sees..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>a present shall be given..<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272103925837420434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWUeom7iahY/SSpGlnZ7V5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6v4E39YdrMc/s320/20122007261.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>and its free..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724822303794588031-5460811048568051280?l=ikmalhazlan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimal's vision of 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