Fly By Night

Seize!

Sleepy — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:17:39 +0000

seize the day or die regretting the time you lost

anyway, sound check was great. it’s like you keep asking for more, it’s never enough.

Bubble’s Like

Sleepy — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:40:48 +0000

false hope. a fleeting excitement. it would grow bigger for the air that we breathe. we are contented when it fly off the edge despite the fact that it would eventually burst into much thinner liquids than it actually had before. though it hurts, but i reckon we are used to it.

Autobot Roll Out! Optimus Shake!

Sleepy — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 09:34:56 +0000

i thought i could get away, like running as far as i could, by falling asleep on a Wednesday afternoon. i was too restless, blame it on the weather. even during school hours. i get even restless when my class’ clock strikes 12.45pm. it’s forever haunting, trust us. those clocks whisper ”dismissal” as the doors whisper ”have a safe journey home” and also Zaidi’s whispers of Alice. it seems like our friends’ parents’ names are easier to remember than scientific formulas. just seconds after i close both eyes and breathed relief, Optimus Prime started to shake his body. and this is what we like to call kacau.

The Ride

Sleepy — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 11:28:58 +0000

he was walking the same old path, the obvious and only path every student must take to be free. upon reaching, he saw a beautiful blue bike being pushed by his neighbor *at this moment, he was already excited* ”hey! can i come with you?” he said. he knew his neighbor would always say yes to him, so he put his legs onto the bike stands then there they went, almost like flying. i swear. i could feel the strong wind against me, the near falls were extremely hilarious. oops! did i let it out already? it made my day yay!

Move Along

Sleepy — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 09:04:07 +0000

it took me 8 periods to realize, despite the teachers’ presence, that you are exactly like the rest. just like the one you almost hate for you are reacting exactly, or maybe almost, the same. the irony is that there is still a somewhat note that still exists which says ”we are friends” when you clearly already spout accusations in your jealous accent. i admit. we are not the same, never. so tell me another story so i could fall, again. so smile at me when i’m almost perfect to be your close friend. then leave me when i’m not suitable to be in your list. sometimes, i just gotta move along with your hollow acts.