My Poisonous Caffeine

Looking for love, in all the wrong places...




For someone who don't really believe in love, I do find myself fell into it quite often.





Noticed that I wrote 'fell', not 'be' ?

My Love-less Caffeine

Have I told you lately that I love you?



Coz if I have, then I probably doesn't mean it at all...

My Caffeine Romance [2nd Installment] - Nothing New, Getting Old.

At the end of the day, the hearts still need love.

It got beaten, hurt, and injured because of it...

But then it gets up, and start looking again. For love.

I guess love is to heart as caffeine is to the body (well, at least my body).

It just won't work without it.

Although heart knows that love wasn't entirely give it nourishment it needed and often come back to it to cause harms, still it will be the first thing they look for in the morning. Much alike of caffeine.

Sure, it didn't give a long-term benefit, in fact, there are probably more side-effect than benefit. But the kick it feels from it, the warm feeling juices up from it - much like caffeine - it makes heart goes for it. No matter how many time it says to itself to stay away from it.

I almost puke when I wrote this, so it has to be true...

Of War, Love, and Caffeine

"It's all fair in love and war"

I guess I wasn't build for both...

Mickey Mouse Cup (Of Coffee)

There's a war that you'll never win,
A fight that is never meant,
A scar that'll never washed,
A pain that never faded,
A lesson that will never be learned,
A journey without ending.

Doesn't matter

I find it's hard to wake up from my comfortable bed, to put cold water over my whole body, when the whole household is still in their deep sleep, to press my shirt, dress up and go out into the darkness of dawn when even the sun still doesn't show up, to start my car's engine and drive off into the soul-crushing traffic to get to the soul-crushing job which I know half of people there don't trust me, and half of the people there that I don't trust them too, to do a job which I am not wanted nor needed to do, for a soul-crushing 8 hours long, just to get back to heavy, soul-crushing traffic again on my way back home, just to know that I've should get some rest so that tomorrow I can do the same soul-crushing routine again.

Really, I've got no more soul to spare...

My Angry Caffeine

I've never been so angry in my entire life...

...than the way I've been angry in my dream/nightmare that night.

It's scared me out!