The Chain Will Link Again

God looked around his garden
And he found an empty place
He then looked down upon this earth,
And saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.

He saw that the road was getting rough,
And the hills are hard to climb

So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered "Peace be thine"
It broke our heart to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But God will call us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Atun, eventhough words may not be good enough, do know that you have us no matter what. Al-Fatihah

your ex-lover is dead-stars

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I like what you say

oh hey, the purpose of this blog is to post up entries, entries which are not supposed to be too personal. but somehow it always bounce back towards the same direction*slaps face*. okay from now onwards, daily routines, hospital life should be posted on the blog. promise!

day 1: I am an idiot who is bound to make mistakes in the future or maybe fail one of my rotations. medical details doesnt stick in my head, or even the medical terms.so how?

this is my confession

my dad used to say "jangan sombong, tak baik" one day when I was having one of my tempers.

I have told myself plenty of times, I'd rather have my ppl rather than waste my time on others who'd end up hurting or annoy me. but without realizing it, I have shutted out so many. over time I became more selective, and as I age I think I got tired of trying to make small talks, or trying to create a conversation with a total stranger. so I would say, I do not mind being alone, because I'd rather be alone rather than have to go through the awkwardness of conversing with another.perhaps as time goes,socializing does not come naturally to me compared to the rest of you. I'd feel like the odd one out. most of the time I am pretty alright with things being the way it is, but I have moments where I wonder what went wrong.

I admired my dad for his ability communicating with people from all levels of life with such humbleness and confidence. for his intelligence, and his views which amazed me and many others. He accepts and he forgives. no matter how difficult his life was made by these people, no matter how hurtful their actions can sometimes be.I watched, as he accepts these people into our home, for raya, for various occasions, and he welcomes them with open arms.

I admired him for not being easily carried away by his emotions or letting his emotion influence his decisions. and for seeing the two sides in everything.and for not holding any grudges.

I am ashamed sometimes, as I am far from being like him. when with others I may seem a bit odd, he'd look at me with such pride and believes in me even when I doubt myself too much. in his eyes, I am that special. for I am after all his darling.

and I missed him.
that sometimes it scares me. nothing can truly describe the feeling of loosing someone. changes takes place subtly, without me even realizing it.

I can't believe it is going to be one year very soon.Al-fatihah..

the cold heart will burst

i really miss him.

I have nowhere to go

i get annoyed A LOT lately.(again please mark the capital letters used in the following text)

reasons being
a)I like my privacy and I don't like people getting overfamiliar with me.
b)I like clean toilets and hates it when stuffs meant for your eyes only are left for the unfortunate to see. flushing does not take a lot of effort no?nor does cleaning the toilet.
c)It never makes sense why one doesnt do their dishes. AGAIN, it takes VERY minimal effort. I'd like to make a proposition where it involves you leaving YOUR plate in YOUR room. See if you like the sight YOUR dirty plates and mugs will make.
d)I think housework needs very minimal effort.and pointing fingers are no fun. and so is our own selfishness. why is it so hard to carry out our fair share of duty is beyond me.

When things like the above comes in small doses it's fine, but once left prolonged it becomes an eyesore, and you start seeing people in a different light.

Hello there

I really don't like copycats. I believe my collection of interests and others is sacred and what defines me. SO please, stop trying to like things that I like. Why, it sounds like you're trying to be me.

take me there

i wish i was around people who knows me underneath these heavy layers.sigh.


this sucks.

and I hate being here.sigh.