Comment on Twitter

The Term "followers" reminds me of separation by class
So there's no equal relationships in twitter..
we are the follower or the followed one..

There's no visual section..we have to put the picture or other visual objects to some links or sites... So the description and caption is separated from the picture.
We can't immediately see the visual that "been talking about"
For someone who loves to tell a story or make opinions with visuals like me, this is frustrating...

I use twitter myself, and that's just my opinion....

Love and Hate

to hate someone is easier than love..
u just ignored them and that's it..

but to love...is much harder
u need to give all u have for someone u love
u get wonder where they're not around
u get worried when they're sick or in pain
u get mad when they're ignoring you
u feel jealous when they prefer with someone else
u feel suffocated when they're leaving you
and u feel lost when u lost them...

no matter how much it takes..it's worth it

Nice and Kind

Nice has more polished meaning. It's seems like the meaning is on the surface and don't touch the basic core of the character.

Kind is more raw, more primitive and this is the best word to describe the noble of the heart.


"He seems nice" = show the possibility of friendliness, politeness, and manner attitude.

"He seems kind" = show the true character that u can be sure of. U know that he's reliable, trustworthy and helpful. It may brutal from the outside but very gentle on the inside.

Stranger

i don't know since when
but i keep dreaming of you
what an odd, since i don't even know u
but ur face keep occupied my mind

so i try to know you
not sure of whys
the more i know
the more i like you

i wait for the day
when you're no longer a stranger for me

reminiscing

I'm sitting on the bench
looking at the far side of the garden
where u used to sit next to me
and share each other's dream

but the bench's empty now
not even your shadow there
only memories
that started to slipping away

I try to force all my senses
to preserve the memories
but it's to no avail
u're not there, not even your memories

farewell my used to be the one
now I can finally let u go