Is It My Fault?

Is it my fault, if I make someone cry,
Without me realising it, without me knowing,
Is it my fault if I make someone cry,
But I don't intend to, and I don't know why.

I try to be truthful, I wouldn't lie,
But even with the truth, a person will cry,
Sometimes I wonder, is it my fault,
Is it my doing, my own accord?

I never really understand, the meaning of tears,
My heart hadn't been worn out for years,
But I do understand when a heart is true,
That cries out loud, that cries for you...

But it's not my fault, I don't feel the same,
But that's the way it goes, this game,
One person smiles, another one cries,
And I wonder is it myself to blame.

If I am guilty, then what should I do?
Should I apologize, and say sorry too?
But if I'm guilty, then what did I do?
Because to break a heart, I never intended to.

I know I don't have a lot to say,
But I mean every word I say anyway,
I don't think it is my fault but hey,
It's safe to say I am sorry in every way...

~Anonymous~

Odd one out...

Have you ever grown up being the odd one in the group?

Being the different one all the time.

Being someone with different tastes than others...

Being an old-fashioned person in a modern world...

Being someone who is against a trend when all are following it...

Being unorthodox in an orthodox situation...

Saying things differently than the way people say it..

Following religion in a country of secularism..

Laughing out loud when all people cry..

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Hmmm...oddballs are interesting after all.... =D

A Heart That Is Not Yours..

What to do,When you are true,
To love a soul,That doesn't love you.

You cry out loud,You open your heart,
But silence greets,right from the start.

You try to tell, you try to say,
The heart can't hear, it goes away.

You cry at night, you cry in the day,
You cry because you know you can't stay.

It seems so great, a chance to love,
But love is blind, and you it didn't find.

You think you are weak, you think you are wrong
But deep down inside, you know you are strong.

Now you are sad and lonely but hey,
Who knows, love might come around someday,
And if it comes, you don't let it go,
Because you know, it's there to stay...

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This is dedicated to a friend of mine. Don't be sad mate. It takes a few wrong steps to make a leap... =)

When I pick up the guitar...

....at times I wonder, is that all I will ever be? An entertainer that brings a smile? A person to bring music to people's lives?

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When I was 11, I never thought that an instrument with 6 strings could make so much noise, some beautiful and some really atrocious. Let alone, I had never thought that I could learn to play such a device.

And now, when I pick up the guitar and play, and sing, and when people sing along, I am extremely happy that I can play and bring some kind of enjoyment to people's lives. I can entertain, and seeing that smile on a friend's face is one of the satisfactory reasons to learn the 6 string piece of wood.

I like to hear people sing, because it's a way to let go. Just give a middle finger to life and sing your heart out. At that opportune 5 minutes playing guitar and singing, you forget your troubles and just melalak.

You forget about your Water Eng quiz that you failed, or the pharmacokinetics test coming up this Wednesday.

You remember your family, your friends, your dreams and the beautiful reality.

..and all that happens when I pick up the guitar.

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