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In this blog

I penned my lonely thought

but every now and then people read

things I wouldn't want them to read

Words in many forms

one, that bring happiness

that was so rare

two, that bring depresses

that was easily share

Im Muhammad Naqiuddin Haikal And this is my story And i want you people to read pls do TAG greed (:
Tuesday, July 28, 2009, 12:37 AM
I think besides having soccer idols, I apparently have some other forms of idols. For eg. a poet. :X I love his poems.. Being me, im a poet too... yea sum would know how 'poor' my poems were. haha but this person came from malaysia... yea.. he had a site of his own..

I share with you his works....



I’ve been keeping to myself since you were gone
Because I keep seeing your face everywhere I go
It’s never been the same, like watching movies without popcorn
I hate this feeling, it kills me slow

Everytime I turn on my computer
I will look at your photo
If it’s not for my spoilt printer
I would stick your photo on my bedroom window

Every other night I would dream of you
Each dream so wonderful, so nice
All the time I wish it will come true
The back of my mind the memory of you lies

I stand here without you
Wishing that you’d be mine
I know the wish won’t come true
But, just so you know, you’re the first in line