Unforgettable

I believe Nat King Cole penned the song “Unforgettable” for lovers. Like a song of love that clings to me .. that’s why, darling, its incredible. Many people are unforgettable to me but the most 2 that are truly unforgettable for the amazing things they had done and will do for me will always be my unforgettable mum and dad.

The sound of Silence

After pass 10.30 pm, it is me in my room accompanied by silence but somehow it was not the night. I do not know what to listen. I get bored listening to my iTunes(iMac). I turned on my laptop and run through my music and I came across to “The sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel”. Until then, I was at peace. (I also have Mrs Robinson and Bridge over trouble water)

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.”

Little Woman

Womanhood is a whole different thing from girlhood. Girlhood is a gift and womanhood is a choice. Being 25 this year, I do not know whether do I understand the concept of what woman is? What is the role of a woman, what character and attributes lives in a woman, how does a woman dress and etc. I am very far from there. I am a Little Woman.

Hand shake

It was a cold day. My body has well adapt the winter temperature of Sydney. I went out to the city to attend to some errands. I went to somewhere near Martin Place. I was there yesterday. Didn’t know that you are attending to my queries.At the end of the appointment, I told someone if I was to define gentlemen,I would pick you on they way you reacted to my enquiries by the tone of voice, politeness, manners, etiquette, your proficiency in language respect, grooming (a clean shave face), calm, fashion, the colour of your eyes and etc. They way you shook my hand yesterday and today, I sense a difference.

News

So, tell me something that is not new but not old either. Hati ini sudah tawar.

Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I was doing my assignment. Suddenly I feel like listening to U2. I truly love and adore U2 and Coldplay. They are my greatest band. I find solitude and peace upon hearing. Even the lyrics calms you down. I like from Beautiful day, I still haven’t found what I am looking for, stuck in the moment, one, city of blinding lights, elevation, all I want is you, october, vertigo, with or without you, where the streets have no name, sweetest thing and this is my favourite – Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I, that’s alright
We’re the same soul
I don’t need, I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all 
Can – you – hear – me – when – I -
Sing, you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me

Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go 
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it 
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

29.05.09

The season that I am in is a real carousel. I would like not to have this. Can I fast forward this stage. Take it to your face. No! I am not quitting but its human to think of quitting. Today is my maternal grandfather’s death anniversary and I remember our moment of Don’t Quit. You are my angel of perseverance. You are never dead in my life.

Maybe I am never good enough for you

You know me for 24 years and you will still know me until one of us go first. Maybe I am all to blame for the situation. Whether you call the situation of misunderstanding, miscommunication, lack of communication, carelessness, unspecific instruction I know you are waiting patiently for the climax point of my life whereby I am no longer from you. When that moment comes, what I had achieved, achieving and hope to be achieving is never good enough of you.

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The same dull and boring thing..

Sorry for not posting such a long time. Today is one of those days. Once more, I sigh ! Sometimes, I wish if time could free. One second ticking is scaring me away. There is just so many things to think and do. Such little time to do.My vibe, my muse is hiding within me because I have not done the things that I long for. I have not been reading and writing on a regular basis. If I have one spring day off, I would do all the things that I like. There is so much thing to think about. Thinking and worries never ends. It either entwine or add more. It rarely disappears. I don’t know when was the last time, I went cinema. I figured it out. It was on my birthday 30.11.1984.( I need to sit down jotting what are my hobbies) Can’t remember when was the last time, I had alcohol. At times, it is good. I wake up, eating breakfast in front of the computer doing assignment, prepared to go to class, come back home feeling tired, hit the computer checking email, facebook, shower and once more eating dinner in front of the computer. Can’t remember when was the last time, I walk to Darling Harbour. I only talk to my circle of friends when I am working, and friday nights and sunday church ( this are only the days that I do not talk about assignments). I feel revived when I go to church on Sunday and then I lost my muse, radiance, shine, laughter on the weekdays. After Jun, there is tons of things to think about. All I hope is that I don’t crash. It seems that I have much common to my little cousin in UK. Sometimes, I think I am my greatest nightmare.