Friday, August 31, 2012

oh chariot, I'm singing out loud


Not a library-junkie previously, but became one when i sat for my last and final examination. Like, the real last one. Stay back until almost 6am, and feeling all zombi-ish walking to the college. The moment when I was dancing and singing alone at the road, freedom to do silly thing was at peak at that time because no one was watching you apparently. Met groups of people; differ in sizes, skin colour, behaviour. Finally, i can validly stand for myself that it's not wrong to be a silent, keen observer and watch the people, unnoticeable. 'Ditch' the boring books for a while. I was entertained, even by watching them.

I am a student no more, and definitely gonna miss this place. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

the sun is filling up the room, and I can hear you dreaming



"Distance" is a song about loving someone at the wrong time in your life. Maybe it's too soon, maybe it's too late, but never the less it's about being around that one whom your heart longs for without being about to show your true feelings, without being able to tell them. It's very hard to keep love a secret, and I wrote this song about the one time, I had to."

- Chrisina Perri

Sunday, August 19, 2012

that, the flower that blooms!

For a person who had caused disasters and committed sins to many people, this is just the moment to ask for their forgiveness. Being a bad girl for quite some time, here's a humble, sorry shout from kedah to those who have been hurt by my words, my actions, my sombong-ness, my keji-ness. To ask for people to forget the grudge toward me, I guess I need to do the same thing. Things that I've been holding on to myself for too long, this is the right time for me just to let it go. Start afresh, embrace new life, new people and new path.

I just love Raya. Don't you love it? May the Ramadhan spirit will always be with us, have a great Raya everyone in Malaysia, California and to all Muslim around the world. Come, let's spread the love.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

all that you could fake, will leave you in the morning

how my thoughts they spin me around

how my thoughts they let me down

how my dreams they spin me around

how my dreams they let me down
(Greg Laswell -"And Then You")


Been thinking too much, but at the end of the day, it born nothing. 
Nothing. 
Nada.