Goodbye 2006, Welcome 2007

To all my bloggers/non-bloggers friends have a fantastic New Years eve and lets goodbye 2006 and welcome 2007!!!…

Ain’t it funny, how time slips away

“Gee, ain’t it funny, how time slips away…”

It’s almost time to say goodbye to 2006. Like it or not, no one can stop time. No one can even slow it down. Time keeps turning in on itself so that our yesterdays blend into our tomorrows as today hurries past. End of a year, and the start of something new.

I hope everyone can learn the past and make 2007 a year to remember...

Happiness and Good Tidings

Whatever plans you have, as usual by this period of the year, I want to wish everyone lots of good things, times and memories with your relatives and friends... so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!...

If you don’t celebrate Christmas then I wish you a happy time of year.
May Peace, Hope and Love be with you Today, Tomorrow and Always!!…

Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be...

Have you ever wondered about mirrors? We look at it everyday to appreciate our features or to adjust one’s assumed imperfections. But I wondered... What does the mirror whisper to us all?...

Why can’t you just hold me




Just Hold Me
(Sung by Maria Mena)

Comfortable as I am
Need your reassurance
And comfortable as you are
You count the days
But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I’d choose to go
And if I like rejection
I’d audition
And if I didn’t love you
You would know

And why can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
still care

You say you see the light now
At the end of this narrow hall
I wish it didn’t matter
I wish I didn’t give you all
But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I’d choose to go
And if I like rejection
I’d audition
And if I didn’t love you
You would know

And why can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care

Poor little misunderstood baby
No one likes a sad face
But I can’t remember life without him
I think I did have good days
I think I did have good days

And why can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care.....


You care, because you are a caring person. You grief, because you love someone. You are not broken, but just bending in the storm. Love is all around you, you just have to focus on what your heart is telling you.

But when there is storm inside of you, and everything goes round and round. It’s not easy to focus. You just go with the flow, and wondering why some things just seem to happen. Let it go, and when it comes back to you then the answer will be as clear as you cannot imagine right now…

The same Path of Life

There are no promises.
She only thinks... “You are here, I am here... and we journey along the same path of life, together and with each step we take... the bond between us shall hopefully strengthen. If we come to crossroads, and part... I would not have any complaints for those moments together shall be long cherished...”

Untold Emotions

In the silence across the distances my heart still whispers. Listen to the breeze it speaks my love. When I am alone, I look into the spaces between my fingers and imagine your fingers in between mine, entwined together in love.

The air around me is still and unmoving. I must have been standing still, my face drawn and eyes unfocused. The babble of voices were lost in my ears. The faces that stared at my solitary figure passed blurred in front of me. The turbulent heart heard nothing and saw nothing.

The sadness of the distance between us and the loneliness engulfing me. The fear of losing you, the pain of rejection, the happiness of speaking to you even if we end up talking about nothing in particular for those precious five minutes.

I ask myself…
Would you care more if I was slim and not plump?
Would you care less if I wore my hair short?
Would you love me for the smile I bring to your face?
Would you love me dear for who I am and not how I look?
Would you even love me, not for a year, not for few months, not even a whole day but just for a moment?

All these emotions and many more, I am sorry, words fall short to describe how much I care about you but my affection and my sentiments are beyond those three words… “I LOVE YOU”…

A Romantic Moment

A Look… A Hug… A Touch… A Moment…

Destiny

If two hearts are meant to be...
No matter how long it takes, how far it will go and how tough it seems
Fate will bring them together to share a life that is meant to be forever

Sweeter than Sweet

Your hands find their way to my face, to caress and kiss me, as we smile at each other and sigh, knowing it will never be any sweeter than this moment…

Flying high in the Sky of Love

Songs have an impact on our lives. They remind us of special times that we shared. They express how we feel about something, without actually having to say it in black and white. They can depress us or they can uplift us. Songs have the power to unleash and provoke our perceptions and emotions…

A few days ago I’ve been listening to a song, I’d always feel a bit melancholy. The song is “High” by Lighthouse Family. It’s a pretty upbeat, “endless love” type of song. Strange an upbeat song would make me melancholy. Then I realized, the song was kind of familiar. But where? I couldn’t figure it out. Then I remembered why.

It was the a song, that was played at the last day of my holiday. So it was a very farewell with my friends in a good way. Emotionally intense, and there’s a feeling of sadness in the air for everyone, and the holiday is over.

The radio played the song “High” and for some reason the song click with me. It some how summed up the euphoric and sentimental feeling. And was a great song to end with my friends. When we left, I tried to remember what the song was. It drove me nuts. I kept trying to remember the verses and chorus so I could download it when I got home.

I guess the melancholy comes from being sentimental about the past. The good times on the holiday, etc. It’s just interesting that after all this time, a song subconsciously brings up melancholy feelings…

HIGH
(sung by Lighthouse Family)

When you’re close to tears remember

Some day it’ll all be over

One day we’re gonna get so high

And though it’s darker than December

What’s ahead is a different colour

One day ‘we’re gonna get so high

And at

The end of the day remember the days

When we were close to the edge

And we’ll wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way

We stayed so close till the end

We’ll remember it was me and you

’Cause we are gonna be forever you and me

You will always keep me flying high in the sky of love

Don’t you think it’s time you started

Doing what we always wanted

One day we’re gonna get so high

’Cause even the impossible is easy when we got each other

One day ‘we’re gonna get so high

And at

The end of the day

remember the days

when we were close to the edge

And we’ll wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day

remember the way

We stayed so close to till the end

We’ll remember it was me and you

’Cause we are gonna be forever you and me

You will always keep me flying high in the sky of love

’Cause we are gonna be forever you and me

You will always keep me flying high in the sky of love

High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high

And at

remember the days

when we were close to the edge

And we’ll wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day

remember the way

We stayed so close to till the end

We’ll remember it was me and you

’Cause we are gonna be forever you and me

You will always keep me flying high in the sky of love (x3)

When I close my eyes

When I close my eyes, I see that I sleep in gentle arms that hold me securely in a sparkling sky. I’m like a moon that pirouettes in a silent dance that moves the tides. I’m this wonder and so are you, though we are at present in a dream that says we are not…

The last day of November

Today is the last day in November. A month being grateful where I shared with you my emotions and feelings. A month that shows how we’re getting above normal temperatures for this time of year!
A Sweet November month has past.

Tomorrow is already December 1st! It is cold outside and it will get colder tonight.The winter and Christmas Holiday is coming soon…… each and everytime I hear George Michael sing “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day, you gave it away”….

Music: Last Christmas, sung by Wham

The Lake House

How do you hold on to someone you’ve never met?
It’s really a hard question, specially when the time is not under your control, any other troubles could be beaten, but time has been always the unbeaten, uncontrolled factor in our lives.

It is a winter morning in 2006.

On her way to the city, Dr. Kate Forster (Sandra Bullock) leaves a note in the mailbox for house’s next tenant, asking him to forward her mail and noting that the inexplicable painted paw prints he might notice by the front door were there when she moved in.

But when the next tenant arrives, he sees a much different picture. Alex Wyler (Keanu Reeves), a talented but frustrated architect working at a nearby construction site, finds the lake house badly neglected: dusty, dirty and overgrown with weeds. And no sign of paw prints anywhere.

The house has special meaning for Alex. In a happier time it was built by his estranged father (Christopher Plummer), a renowned architect who allowed his professional acclaim to grow at the expense of his family life. Alex feels a sense of peace here now and commits to restoring the property to its original beauty. He disregards Kate’s note until, days later, while painting the weather-beaten jetty he sees a stray dog run across the fresh paint and then towards the entrance of the house, leaving paw prints exactly where she said they’d be.

Baffled, Alex writes back, saying that the house had no occupant before him and wondering how she could have known about the dog; while Kate, who just left it a week ago, imagines he is playing some kind of joke on her and fires back a reply.

Just for argument’s sake, what day is it there?
April 14th, 2004.
No, she says. It’s April 14th, 2006.
It’s the same day, two years apart.
Can this be happening?

As Kate and Alex continue to correspond through the lake house’s mailbox they confirm that they are, incredibly, impossibly, living two years apart, and each at a time in their lives when they are struggling with past disappointments and trying to make a new start. Sharing this unusual bond, they reveal more of themselves to one another with each passing week - their secrets, their doubts and dreams, until they find themselves falling in love.

Watch The Lake House Trailer here
Listen the soundtrack: Somewhere Only We Know, sung by Keane

Be a part of me

There is a place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It is the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me…

Brave

Brave is on of the key points to succeed and do well in every task that we do. If one is not brave enough to decide what one’s want to do, one will never be improved, one step futher than one used to be. Some people are too scared to do anything, so they will just be in the same position for the rest of their life. As long as we have done nothing wrong, why must we scare? We must be braved in everything that we do as long as the act is correct, right, and not against the law.

A person who is not dare to do anything usually he or she will think about all the sides effects before doing anything such as “what will the public think of me if I do such things?” or “what if I fail?” or “how ashamed am I going to be?”. As a result of it, they will just play safe as they do not need to discover or experience any risks and criticism from everyone else.

On one hand, making mistake is also one of the process to success…

If I just lay here

If I just lay here, would you lie with me, and just forget the world?…


Music: Chasing Cars
(Sung by Snow Patrol)

Sweet November

It is not because the movie “Sweet November” by Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron. But somehow I can’t remember how people used to describe November as “Sweet November”.

Before I could even realize how fast time really passes, the month of October has gone. Gone within a snap. We can’t fight what is in our nature. Our biological clock is ticking. Beside, we’re not getting any younger. Time surely flies fast. Time is really cruel.

May we all have a Sweet November!…

When the rain comes

When the rain comes, I want you to dance with me and kiss me until it stops...

Me and Mrs. Jones

“Me and Mrs. Jones” played in my head in an almost hymnal way, bittersweet and lyrical, the impossible love song impossibly and defiantly true.

The man knows it’s wrong that he and Mrs. Jones meet each day at six thirty at their favorite cafe, holding hands, making up plans, playing their favorite song over and over and over again.

Knows it must come to an end some day too soon, that each of them will trudge back to their own separate lives of unmentioned husbands an wives, living out the rest of their lives in the blues-festered wounds they have created.

But right then, in the hallows of the song, the only thing that matters is that they are together for three minutes of a song, more together maybe than they’ll ever be again. That’s the magic of their sin, in choosing to go left when all the world and heaven too commands them not to give in, to do the right thing instead.

Me And Mrs. Jones
(Sung: by Billy Paul)

Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong
To let it grow now

We meet every day at the same cafe, six-thirty
I know, I know she’ll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song

Me and Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong
To let it grow now

We gotta be extra careful
That we don’t build our hopes up too high
‘Cause she’s got her own obligations
And so, and so, do I

Me and Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
We’ve got a thing going on
We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong
To let it grow now

Well it’s time for us to be leaving
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
Now she’ll go her way and I’ll go mine
Tomorrow we’ll meet the same place, the same time

Me and Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Got a thing going on

We gotta be extra careful
We can’t afford to build, our hopes up too high
I wanna meet and talk with you
At the same place, the same cafe, the same time
And we’re gonna hold hands like we used to
We're gonna talk it over, talk it over
We know, they know, and you know and I know that it was wrong
But I think it’s strong
We gotta let ‘em know now
That we gotta thing goin’ on, a thing goin’ on...

Lips Of An Angel

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name.
It sounds so sweet, coming from the lips of an angel.

Some days I wish she would walk back into my life because memories, well, memories of her voice never seem to fade. It’s having that person seemingly re-enter your life, and you find that there are still feelings there, even though you’ve so called moved on…

Dance4Life

Dance4Life is a growing, worldwide project to fight back HIV and AIDS by dancing. In 2006 Dance4Life is actively working in thirteen countries: Egypt, Ethiopia, Germany, Indonesia, Ireland, Kenya, Nigeria, Russia, South Africa, Tanzania, United Kingdom, Vietnam and The Netherlands.

In all of these countries NCOs (National Concept Owners) are organising Dance4Life events for thousands of young people where they will be involved in the Dance4Life Schools Project, which is life skills driven, culminates in a huge dance event on the Saturday before World AIDS Day (November 25th).

The Dance Event creates incredible momentum. Imagine yourself, dancing along with others all over the planet, seeing each other through internet and satellite connections. All dressed in white. Dancing the same Drill. By being so many, you can demand the right to health and education and together fight HIV and AIDS.

By World AIDS Day 2012, at least one million people dancing all over the world, connected by satellite, making a powerful statement of hope. For the dancing youngsters this is the climax of their Schools Projects. A million involved young people dancing will make such a positive statement that we will attract media, politicians and the general public all over the world.

Whenever others see you dance, they too will become aware that there is no time for hesitation. 40.3 million people are living with HIV. A lot can be done by good education and by combating taboos. Young people are the group most at risk: every day, over 6,000 people between 15-24 years old are infected. They want the young to become leaders, instead of targets.

Start dancing, Stop AIDS, Dance4Life

You only take heat when you need to
You only take heat when you need to
And you need to

Come let me brief you
And let you see where greed leads to
And you need to

Inspire the love inside your people
Our people, equal
Food is for all, no steeples and no spires
No more hellfires and please no more gunfire

Dance 4 Life (4x)

Quench we meable them thirst
Put them first
And when the floodgates burst
Come inside and we’ll keep you strong

We protect the children of this new dawn
We’re properly skilled and we fear no storm
And what we’re building will persevere long
After the wicked them disappear

Justice, dues and rights gone clear
Me and the youth we have will start this here
Me and the youth we have will start this year

Dance 4 Life (12x)


Source: Dance4Life
Music: DJ Tiësto ft. Maxi Jazz’s - Dance4Life anthem

You're my Moonshine

When the night is coming, the moon up opposite the sea. The beautiful night will arriving. The beach in the moonlight was very different from the beach by day. There was no darkness in the world, but only warm, mysterious shadows. The night was warmer than any night had ever been, the heavens by some miracle at once vaster and nearer, and spite of the great ivory-tinted moon that ruled the world, the sky was full of stars.

We watching the moon rise above the sea tonight. It was spectacular. Almost full. Words. Not the real moon. We here sitting where that waves gleefully run around us. Water cooling down and lapping at our feet. Looking once more at the pale yellow moon. Romantic. Enchanting.

The Moon was beautiful, and it was. As beautiful as it is now. I know why I was happy. I was inlove. Someone made me special and somehow, I think I made someone special too. No clues prior. My heart again made decisions that my mind wasn’t even told.

As with all love though it finds a way. The moon the sea may be far away, but the night wasn’t. And the start stil shine brightly, as if encouraging us to make love grow. Make Love possible, Make Love happen. It did happen in time after a million shared moments between us. Sorted out all too late. Moment gone. Magic gone. Moon watching is for lovers…

I must remember to ask if sea calls “my dream” the way it does to me. And so my hope floats.... will it ever come to pass... us together hand in hand.. laughing, smiling, loving with the sea waves at our feet playing and the moon giving us light... And I said to myself.. remind me to ask you when I come back...

Dedicated to a girl friend that has a special place in my heart, which has sent the following beautiful words today to me…

“aku liat bulan udah purnama, aku gak bakal lupa bulan purnama....dipinggir pantai..kamu lah bulan purnama aku…”

A Kiss is still a Kiss

A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things apply as time goes by.
There is nothing more romantic than a kiss. It can make your heart sing, the earth stop spinning, and can be better than any drug. A kiss has made grown men and women do silly things like jump up and click their heels together in a moment of sheer victory.

There are so many different kinds of kisses. Kisses aren’t just defined by their physical attributes, either. Much of what makes kissing unique is the emotion it conveys.


“You should be kissed and often

And by someone who knows how”

Rhett Butler, Gone With the Wind

Beauty

Our thought make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly.
Can anything be inherently beautiful? Or inherently ugly?
For that matter, are the two really opposites?

For example, can there be an ugly flower? Certainly there are a wide range of sizes and colours, perfumes and shapes, but is it possible for a flower to be ugly? I suggest that ugliness is not a physical attribute at all, that all physical things have a beauty of their own, sometimes in their looks, sometimes in their properties. Trees, animals, insects, stones, mountains, mould and bacteria, they can all be beautiful. Even the weather can be beautiful. They can also be fatal and destructive in ways that create awe and trepidation but never a sense of ugliness.

And people? What is beauty and what is not? Popular magazines skew the field by using underage models and airbrushing away blemishes to produce ‘ideal’ proportioned images... of what? The young nymphette. But it is a beauty, none the less. One of many. The more I reflect on it the more I see ugliness as an attitude, an emotional state rather than a physical state.

The naked body, is it beautiful? Or is it ugly? Yes, in context, is probably the closest answer. A body that is relaxed and at ease with the world is a beautiful thing, the most well proportioned body that is in a state of anger or defiance is not beautiful, it’s tenseness and enmity disturbing the viewer.

Beauty seems to go hand in hand with serenity...

The beauty of simplicity

In the silence of the heart I see the glow of purity beauty in stillness and simplicity...

Thinks

Male and female brains are different in architecture and chemical composition, asserts of Dr. Louann Brizendine. Males have double the brain space and processing power devoted to sex as females. Just as women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road. Men, however, have O’Hare Airport as a hub of processing thoughts about sex, whereas women have the airfield nearby that lands small and private planes.

That’s probably explains why 54 % of men (and only 19 % of women) think about sex every day or several times a day. Only 20% describe sex as romantic.

Isn’t it funny how men and women see things so differently, even when they do try to communicate. If she knew what he was really thinking, I wonder if she would be pleased or incensed…

Why is chocolate better than sex?

The saying may go, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, but what about women? It is a long standing tradition to present a woman with a box of chocolate as a romantic gesture. Is it simply because women love chocolate or does the root of this tradition go deeper?

The list I found seems to favour the women’s point of view. No luck trying to find a male equivalent. Apparently nothing is better than sex.

1. You can GET chocolate.
2. Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.
3. You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.
4. You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to.
5. You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.
6. If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won’t mind.
7. Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names.
8. The word “commitment” doesn’t scare off chocolate.
9. You can have chocolate on your workdesk during working hours without upsetting your co-workers.
10. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped.
11. With chocolate there’s no need to fake it.
12. Chocolate doesn’t make you pregnant.
13. You can have chocolate at any time of the month.
14. Good chocolate is easy to find.
15. You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you can handle.
16. You are never too young or too old for chocolate.
17. When you have chocolate it does not keep your neighbours awake.
18. With chocolate size doesn’t matter.

Feeling under the weather

This morning I just woke up… with a terrible headache. I’m still in bed, sipping a glass of warm ginger tea. I'm feeling a bit under the weather. This is the second time within a month I get a mild flu like my nose is blocked up, couching fit, and my eyes are a bit swollen. So I won’t be doing anything very energetic for the next couple days..

As long as my colleagues at the office won’t complain. I’ll take it easy, and veg out...

Your Lips

When your lips first smiled at me I was captured instantly…

Dreaming

It seems when a dream involves more than one own self, they become like this photo...

Feelings and Logics

It is said that women use feelings to deal with problems, on the other hand men use logics to solve problems. Is that true?

One of the example, why does a woman cry when they break up with her boyfriend? But it does not happen to men (some may cry). The answer is because women deal with feelings but men use logics.

To this extent, I agree with the mentioned above answer but not all the time that woman is the one who is crying. What happened if the woman herself is the one who asks for break up? Who is going to cry? Man, woman or no one?

Further, not all the time, women use feelings to deal with problems, sometimes they use logics. To generalize that “women is feelings” and “men is logics” is unfair.

I would say that men have their part of feelings. They just tend to hide it. Men hardly show when they cry because in general view a perception is constructed that men is tough and do not cry. While women tend to show their feelings and can do it anytime they want and anywhere.

Really, I don’t see any problem with men crying…

Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1427 H

Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1427 H
Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin
Mohon Maaf Lahir Bathin...

Bila canda membuat luka,
bila lidah salah bicara,
bila perbuatan telah menyakitkan,
hanya kata maaf yang pantas terucap…

Trail of Tears

A tear to meet, a tear to depart. A tear for our worlds so far apart.
A tear to stay, a tear to flee. A tear for you who cried for me.
A tear for your joy, a tear for my sorrow. A tear for all love from you I borrow.

Catch them they escape. Wipe them they re-appear. Best to let them fall.

There is no greater beauty than Tears. There is something particularly touching, and tender, about a Tear, something so tender that it breaks you without you ever knowing, or feeling, until it is done, and you are already glued back together, and better...

Do you think this is true about men?

How men change after get married. Do you think this is true about men?

Sebelum Bobo:
6 weeks: Selamat bobo sayang, mimpi indah ya, mmmuachhh.
6 months: Tolong matiin lampunya, silau nih.
6 years: Kesana-an doong... kamu tidur dempet-dempetan kaya mikrolet gini sih?!

Pake Toilet:
6 weeks: Gak apa-apa, kamu duluan deh, aku gak buru-buru koq.
6 months: Masih lama gak nih?
6 years: brug! brug! brug! (suara pintu digedor), kalo mau bertapa digunung Kawi sono!

Ngajarin Nyetir:
6 weeks: Hati-hati sayang, injek kopeling dulu baru masukin persneling ya.
6 months: Pelan-pelan dong lepas kopelingnya.
6 years: Pantesan sering ke bengkel, masukin persnelingnya aja kaya gini!

Balesin SMS:
6 weeks: Iya sayang, bentar lagi nyampe rumah koq, aku beli martabak kesukaanmu dulu ya.
6 months: Macet banget di jalan nih.
6 years: OK.

Dating process:
6 weeks: I love U, I love U, I love U.
6 months: Of course I love U.
6 years: Ya iyalah!! Kalau aku gak cinta kamu, ngapain nikah sama kamu??

Back from Work:
6 weeks: Sayang, aku pulang...
6 months: Aku udah pulang nih!
6 years: Si mbok masak apa hari ini??

Hadiah (ulang tahun):
6 weeks: Sayangku, kuharap kau menyukai cincin yang kubeli.
6 months: Aku membeli lukisan, nampaknya cocok dengan suasana ruang tengah.
6 years: Nih duitnya, loe beli sendiri deh yang loe mau.

Telepon:
6 weeks: Sayang, da yang pengen bicara ama kamu di telpon.
6 months: Eh... ini buat kamu nih...
6 years: WOOIII TELPON BUNYI TUUUHHH....ANGKAT DUOOONG!!!

Masakan:
6 weeks: Wah, tak kusangka rasa makanan ini begitu lezaattt...!!!
6 months : Kita makan apa malam ini??
6 years: HAH? MAKANAN INI LAGI?

Apology:
6 weeks: Udah gak apa-apa sayang, nanti kita beli lagi ya.
6 months: Hati-hati! Nanti jatuh tuh.
6 years: KAMU GAK NGERTI-NGERTI YA, DAH BERIBU-RIBU KALI AKU BILANGIN.

Baju baru:
6 weeks: Duhai kasihku, kamu seperti bidadari dengan pakaian itu.
6 months: Lho, kamu beli baju baru lagi?
6 years: BELI BAJU ITU HABIS BERAPA??

Planning for Vacations:
6 weeks: Sayang, gimana kalau kita jalan-jalan ke Singapore atau ketempat yg kamu mau?
6 months: Ke Surabaya naik bis aja ya gak usah pakai pesawat...
6 years: JALAN-JALAN? DIRUMAH AJA KENAPA SEH? NGABISIN UANG AJA!

TV:
6 weeks: Sayang, apa yang pengen kita tonton malam ini?
6 months: Sebentar ya, filmnya bagus banget nih.
6 years: Jangan di-ganti-ganti dong channelnya ah! Gak bisa liat orang senang dikit apa?!?

Falling in Love

Could It Be I’m Falling In Love
(Sung by The Spinners)

Since I met you I begun to feel so strange
Every time I speak your name [that’s funny]
You say that you are so helpless too
That you don’t know what to do

Each night I pray there will never come a day
When you up and take your love away
Say you feel the same way too
And I wonder what it is I feel for you

Could it be I’m falling in love [With you baby]
Could it be I’m falling in love [Woo]
Could it be I’m falling in love
With you
With you
With you, you

I don’t need all those things that used to bring me joy
You make me such a happy boy
And honey you’ll always be the only for me
Meeting you was my destiny

You can be sure I will never let you down
When you need me I’ll be around
And darling you’ll always be
The only one for me
Heaven made you specially

Could it be I’m falling in love [With you baby]
Could it be I’m falling in love [Woo]
Could it be I’m falling in love
With you
With you
With you, you

And darling you’ll always be
The only one for me
Heaven made you specially

Could it be I’m falling in love [With you baby]
Could it be I’m falling in love [I wanna know now baby]
Could it be I’m falling in love
With you
With you
With you, you

I walk around with my heart in my hands hey
Walk the street as long as I can baby
I used to sing fa fa fa
But right now I feel so good I sing la la la la
Once you get me upWon’t let me down
Just let this feeling carry me on
Skip the beats with my heart girl

Could it be I’m falling in love
Could it be I’m falling in love
Could it be I’m falling in love
Could it be I’m falling in love
Could it be I’m falling in love


“Could It Be I’m Falling In Love” was one of songs that gave you that ‘puppy love’ feeling.
Well for me it did…

The first time I fell in love was at school. She was adorable and shy, which I find an extremely attractive and endearing quality. Everytime I saw her, I would almost get whiplash from quickly turning my head away, in a misguided attempt to make it appear as if I wasn’t staring. I’d sometimes end up gazing into her eyes by accident, after walking through a door and would be overwhelmed by a feeling of euphoria…

It was heartlifting and wonderful. It’s a cherished memory and taught me an awful lot in a very, very short space of time…

As the Rush Comes

This day at work was a total wash. I got to work late, attended meetings but had no real input, stayed late but didn’t close cross out any items on my to-do list. The farewell with my dear colleague was affectionated. We talked for a while after that, and she been promising to call me at homecoming.

It is the kind of day that I would love to be siting on the porch, rocking in a chair and sipping iced tea. the wind is blowing, light music is playing in the background and I would love to be travelling anywhere, could be anywhere but where I am... at work.

Days like today are rare and wondrous. If you can, enjoy it. Dance with your partner in the sun and live fully, completely and with wild abandon. Let the wind blow slightly the bodies and be grateful for this day…

As the Rush Comes
(sung by Motorcycle)

travelling somewhere

could be anywhere

theres a coldness in the air

but i don't care

we drift deeper

and life goes on

we drift deeper

into the sound

travelling somewhere

could be anywhere

theres a coldness in the air

but i don't care

we drift deeper into the sound

life goes on

we drift deeper into the sound

feeling strong

so bring it on

so bring it on..

embrace me

surround me

as the rush comes [4x]

so bring it on

so bring it on...

we drift deeper into the sound

life goes on

we drift deeper into the sound

feeling strong

so bring it on

so bring it on..

embrace me

surround me

as the rush comes [7x]

as the rush comes
as the rush comes
as the rush comes
as the rush comes..

I'm blue

*blank*error*blank*
Really, I’ve no idea to write.....
...to busy... a cliche...
..busy what?..
....*can’t answer*....

Anyway, I’ve these moments where I just want to go ahead into laziness.....

Love never fails

No matter what you do, will make her love you more.
No matter what you’ve done, will ever make her close the doors…

Consciousness

If there is nothing more than silence, you wil be able to get intouch with yourself…

My dream destination

Malang, which is noted as one of the most beautiful, cleanest and coolest cities in East Java. Without any doubt, been famous since a long time ago and it became popular as a Dutch hill town in the late 19th century so many buildings are well preserved. The growth started after 1870, when the Europeans built coffee, rubber, and cacao plantations and the sugar industry of the government started to grow. The wealth attracted more and more Dutch. They built houses in the city, and holiday house in the mountains of Batu, Selekta and Lawang. Some major streets, like Jalan Ijen, are tree-lined European style boulevards. These thoroughfares retain their residential status and haven’t been destroyed by crass commercial development.

The city is located on a nice, with vulcanoes surrounded plateau, 450 metres above the pressing heat of the lowlands. To the east is the Hindu’s sacred the active Gunung Semeru (Java’s highest peak at 3680 meters), and Bromo-Tengger. To the west is Gunung Kawi, which has mystical properties, particularly for the Chinese. To the north Gunung Anjasmoro, Arjuna and Penderman dominates the view, covered with hotels and holiday places. Batu, just 20 minutes higher, is even cooler and blooming. Its reputation as a city of flowers is well rooted.

Malang is also saturated in ancient history. This was the heart of the Singosari Kingdom. In the village of that name, 12 kilometers to the north are some extraordinary 700 years old monuments built to honour Hindu and Buddhist priests. All the numerous archaeological sites are close by and easy to visit by public transport.

Malang has a population of around 800,000 and a reputation for being an education city with several quality universities. So you’re bound to encounter students everywhere, and especially because, the cost of living is relatively lower than in other cities in Indonesia.

The native people of Malang are known to be religious, dynamic, hardworking, flexible and proud to be identified as an “Arema” (AREk MAlang = Youth from Malang). The original native comes from different ethnic backgrounds such as Javanese, Maduranese, and some even from Arab and Chinese descent.

The main language used is Bahasa Indonesia. But the natives commonly use Javanese language, using a mixture of Eastern Javanese and Maduranese dialect for daily conversation. The youth have developed a new dialect - typical of youth in Malang which they call “Boso Walikan” means pronouncing each word backward.

As where old Dutch planters and civil servants used to retire to a life of ease and comfortableness, Malang is my dream destination, one of the place where I can realize my retirement later on…


Source: Indahnesia and Malang Tourism

Farewell of a funny blog

It’s really quite fun to visit and read blogs which posted full with beautifull photos or funy drawings, sketches and paintings. I like and love the gestures, and the this, and the that behind the story.

One of my favorite blog Funny Cute has stopped officially. Her sketches and drawings look really cool and have super color. I love the looseness of her drawings. Not many people can capture emotion with one swoop line. Great stuff, funny cute!

It saddens me to think that she stop posting. I’ll still visit occasionally to look at her drawings though in case she decide to post more work…

Autumn Leaves

As summer ends and autumn comes, the days get shorter and shorter. This is how the trees “know” to begin getting ready for winter.

I have always loved the colours of autumn leaves. Did you ever wonder how and why a fall leaf changes color? Why the leaves are turns bright red, yellow and orange?...

FaFi, the fine Art of Graffiti

FaFi is one of France’s leading graffiti and fine artists, living in Toulouse. She started as a graffiti sprayer with high provocating images of sexy girls, by exploring femininity through Fafinettes world journey and using it to her advantage Fafi creates work that is both powerful and evocative.

Nowadays she’s well established as one of the top female graffiti artists, present in exhibitions all around the world. She is also active with her clothing line of shirts and handbags and has been featured in MTV Europe’s style show and in Italian Vogue magazines.

If you tour her website... it’s like entering another world. A skewed fantasy world where girls have pink and aqua hair, enormous eyes, otherworldly animal companions, and lots of striped socks and armwarmers. They’re oddly futuristic as well…

Mitos konyol

Di Indonesia waktu ngumpul, ngobrol dan ngerumpi dengan teman-teman sering dengerin mereka membahas mitos-mitos yang konyol yang bikin kita ketawa ketiwi. Percaya ‘gak percaya sih, for certain people yang mengalamin ada yang bilang bener. Beberapa aku tulis disini, siapa tau ada yang membutuhkan.. hehehe..


Mitos 1:
Kalau merayakan ultah gak boleh dimajuin, dimundurin boleh, tapi gak boleh dimajuin. Kalau dimajuin kan merayakan sesuatu yang belum terjadi, siapa tahu ada apa-apa in between, kan bikin sedih aja..

Mitos 2:
Pohon besar atau Batu besar ada yang nunggu. Harus dihormatin, jangan macem - macem. Pohon besar atau Batu besar itu kan langka, jadi jangan dirusak, ditebang atau dipecah. Karena itu orang ditakut-takutin biar gak pada merusak.

Mitos 3:
Cewe kalau belum married, kalau makan harus dihabisin, kalau ‘gak nanti dapat suami yang berewokan.
Mitos 4:
Dalam tradisi China, cewe kalau belum married harus dikubur pakai baju penganten, daripada mati penasaran. Sementara kalau masih hidup dilarang keras pakai baju pengantin kalau belum married.

Mitos 5:
Cewe-cewe yang sudah waktunya menikah harus berhati-hati pada kucing, karena cewe muda yang menaruk kucing di lututnya dikatakan gak akan pernah menikah. Atau, cewe yang menyukai kucing akan mati sebagai perawan tua.

Mitos 6:
Makan ‘gak boleh dari piring yang somplak, nanti dapat pasangan yang bibirnya sumbing begitu.

Mitos 7:
Kalau mau punya anak cowo pas mau “you-know-what” harus naik dari sebelah kiri ranjang.

Mitos 8:
Kalau mau pipis dihutan pas kebelet, harus bilang “permisi” dulu, kalau ‘gak, bisa-bisa bengkak “his or hers”-nya.

Say I Love You

Never say I love you, if you don’t really mean love. Never talk about feelings, if you don’t really know. Sometimes when eyes meet and hearts touch there is no need to say ...“I Love You, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart…”

I just called to say, I love you
(sung by Stevie Wonder)

No New Year’s Day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here’s just another ordinary day

No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

No summer’s high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies

No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
...of my heart

Sometimes

There are days where you think that your job is sucks, your life is boring so and so.. but then if you look at people around you then you start to think, “hey my life isn’t so bad afterall”….

Those kind of feeling that makes us human. Nobody can have everything. If your job is sucks then you better start finding a new challenge. Start up your engine. Be merry and be happy. life is full of surprises. Start having positive attitude.. it helps!!!.. Be content with yourself. And last, be grateful. You never know how much you miss it until it’s gone….

That’s how life is. You can plan all you want yet sometimes the only way it works out is to jump right into it. Nevertheless, I am looking forward to a relaxing weekend, no matter what might pop up. Making pleasure with a girl friend, going to a movie, a stroll or whatever be….

Selamat Menunaikan Ibadah Puasa

Mata kadang salah melihat, mulut kadang salah mengucap, hati kadang salah menduga...

Untuk teman-teman yang menjalankan ibadah puasa, saya mengucapkan selamat menempuh ibadah puasa. Mohon ma'af lahir dan batin...

Smile

Lily Allen: her of heart-shaped earrings, fluorescent eye liner and summer anthem “Smile”, has created a neat, cohesive debut, describing urban life from the clever girl’s perspective. I liked the song when I first heard it. Never heard of her before, or her famous dad, or any of her history.

The bouncing “Smile” is just as good, its loose reggae arrangement. As Lily Allen sings bitterly about her ex, with just a hint of vulnerability at first “You were fucking that girl next door / What’d you do that for?”, before going to her friends for reassurance “With a little help from my friends / I found a light in the tunnel at the end”, and confronting the guy during the chorus with a mean-spirited confidence that has us cheering inside “When I see you cry, yeah it makes me smile”…


Lily Allen - Smile (ringtone on your mobile phone)
Lily Allen - Smile (audio music)
Lily Allen - Smile (video music)
(sung by Lily Allen)

When you first left me I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door, what’d you do that for
When you first left me I didn’t know what to say
I’d never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you’re calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it’s only because you’re feeling alone

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

Whenever you see me you say that you want me back
And I tell you it don’t mean jack, no it don’t mean jack
I couldn’t stop laughing, no I just could help myself
See you messed up my mental health I was quite unwell

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you’re calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it’s only because you’re feeling alone

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala lalala

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala