Sunday, March 8, 2009

au revoir simone: the lucky one

A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time its ours
A fate or it's a desire
I know

So I was the lucky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

So let the sunshine
So let the sunshine
So let the sunshine let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

Monday, March 2, 2009

menjaga hati

Darling,
lama tak buka mail box.Apani selalu tak ada kredit-wang sembunyi dimana- di Macdonanlds!
ada attachment untuk keep you awake. He he..
Luv
papa


Darling ,
Before i forget ~happy Birthday and Good Luck in your exams.
I think I can go to Manchester now as the fare has reached my typical Budget (Rm 10/=!)
Luv
Papa


I know.

I don't deal with my loss well.

when one leaves, the part of me when I am with them dies away, slowly and will be part of my memories.

memories I so dearly cherish and hope to relive most of the time.

It's the part of me I love most.

It's when I think of him, I slowly choke. for I could not bring myself to picture my future.

the future which excludes him. when my, our past, had always revolved around him.

life has to go on he says, but moving on brings me further away from my past.

and my past is something I am not willing to let go.

it's too soon to grow up. it's too soon to have to stand on my own two feet.