Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me

Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I’m left to forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can’t forget it

So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don’t forget
Don’t forget

We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won’t forget
I won’t forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can’t forget it

Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can’t forget it
At all

And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we’ve learned
I won’t forget
I won’t forget us

But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won’t sing along
You’ve forgotten
About us

sedihnya…

bila benda penting,sdh tidak penting lagi,

bila benda yg seronok,tidak seronok lagi,

bila sesuatu yg menarik itu,tidak menarik lagi,

bila sesuatu yg ingin dikongsi,tidak INGIN dikongsi lagi,

tidak DAPAT dikongsi lagi,

sedihnya…..

blog blog blog….hari2 aku rasa mo tulis dlm blog aku ni,pjg2 plak tu sbb byk tul dlm otak,dlm hati…ndak tertanggung rasanya.tp takut,klu d luahkan d sini,ada org yg tdk sepatutnya tahu sesuatu,’ter’tahu la plak…nnt kecik lg hati.jd pa lg mo buat?? hati jugakla yg jd sasaran jd ‘warehouse’ perasaan :S

setahun sdh berlalu.apa yg jadi spjg setahun itu berlalu,rasanya aku paham la plak perasaan cik Zu. kecewa,marah,kesal,geram….tp plg besar perasaan kecewa tu lah.Cik Zu,sy paham da perasaan Cik Zu. sakit…!!

pa mo buat ni? blog oh blog,selain dr Tuhan yg menjadi tmpt utk berkata2, ko sajala,blog, tmpt aku ‘tumpahkan’ perasaan….

wat 2 write aa??… hehe mmm… hr ini,sy blk kampung AHAHAHA bongok giler ayat. yup,blk kampung mo ambik ‘Gagayan’.. wat is Gagayan?? Gagayan adalah sebuah alat muzik tradisional kaum dusun. owned by my Grandmother. sepatutnya my cuz yg pigi ambik. tp mcm dia rasa ‘terpaksa’ la pulak bila our nenek ask him to go and take it. bikin sakit ati btl. ayat tu ba ‘apa bole buat. dah dia suruh aku gi ambik.terpaksalah…’ i said..’wat!!’ buruknya statmen. oleh itu, sy bertekad utk pigi ambik sorang2. drive sorang2 pigi Tuaran. jauh oooo…pastu jln sudah turap,junction ntah di mana2 sdh. byk tul perubahan.al maklumlah,lama sdh ndak blk ahhaha so lupa sdh mana tu rmh. main agak2 ja. tp, main agak2 pun, jumpaaaaaa jgk hahahha bukan apa,sy rasa instrumen muzik harus di kendali dgn rasa ikhlas,dan klu buli dgn rasa gembira walaupun dia teda perasaan, tp still kena hormat juga. sdhla instrumen tu instrumen antik. susah mo dpt owh… bila org yg ada rasa ndak puas hati,rasa marah,ndak ikhlas, ada kemungkinan dia akan  ‘mencederakan’ instrumen itu hahhaha talampau oo kan statmen..toink!! lgpun,sy rasa dia teda hati pun mo ambil tau apa benda ‘Gagayan” tu. jd lg bgs sy p ambik sndiri. bila sdh bw blk Gagayan tu, dia pegang n make fun of it. Astaga!! nah kan btl anggapan sy. dia tdk akan appreciate instrumen tu. wat a Jerk!! dan akhirnya,sy gembira sy yg p ambil tu instrumen,bkn dia

‘Music Unites People’

With music, i found my first love.

With music, a stranger becomes my soulmate.

With music, awkwardiness turns to a strong chemistry.

With music, people starts to understand each other.

With music, long lost relationship reunites.

‘Music Unites People’

hello…sy mo lepas geram ni.sy heran kenapa aa bdk2 skrg ndak pandai membaca n menulis,padahal nx yr mo UPSR sdh.sy geram bkn dgn bdk2 tu,tp ngan mak bapak durg yg ndak ajar mengkali anak durg membaca.toloooooooonglah ajar anak kamu membaca.jgn tunggu masuk sekolah dulu barulah tu anak mo kenal abc,sukukata.tlglah!!! sy pernah dgr parents ckp, ‘ndakpalah,jgn paksa dia skrg,nnt dia da masuk sekolah,dia bljr la suma tu’…astaga!!! otak bdk2 ni ada peringkat dia maa utk capture benda2 yg dia bljr.once dia sdh melepasi stage dmana otak dia bljr utk kenal huruf,jd la mcm stdn2 darjah 5 sy,yg bla buat dictation,haram satu pun btl ejaan dia.darjah 5 ni,next yr mo upsr.klu parents durg ni ndak pandai membaca,ndak pa lah jg,bole diterima,abis teda sepa mo ajar d rmh kan.tp ni….bapa askar,takkan ndak membaca kot, parents pegawai kerajaan takkan ndak pandai membaca.jgn ckpla teda masa mo ajar anak,its ur responsibility man.lama2, tu budak jd mcm stdn form 2 sy, yg stiap kali buat karangan,salaaaaaaaaah ja ejaan.FORM 2!!!! sdhla karangan teda isi,cam taik,slh2 lg ejaan. ok,mgkn sy ndak tau cmana jd parents,sbb sy pun blm kawin,mgkn sy ndak layak ckp benda2 d atas,tp kan,sepanjang sy jd tutor,bkn 2-3 bdk yg sy jumpa ndak pandai membaca n mengeja, ramaaaaaaii….dan durg suma bkn anak2 urg susah,anak urg senang.klu sdh ndak pandai membaca n mengeja,cmana mo buat sains n maths? tatau nak ckp apa lagi dah…hang pikiaq la sendighi…

Your eyes and your smile

Are very dear,

lingers in my memory every seconds.

its hard to forget.

everytime,i can feel

your shadow accompanies me,

everywhere i go,

even in my dreams.

are you feeling the same thing

as i feel for you?

if there’s a place in your heart,

i would like to be your queen,

to be with you until forever

for better or worse

to be with you, my dear.

i wonder

is this what you called love?

my heart is blossoming

my thoughts of you

are like songs,

your voice is a soothing word.

are you feeling the same way?

thinking of me like i’m thinking of you?

to the end of the world.

to the end of time,

my love for you,

will never die.

p.s: nai, sounds familiar kah? kahkahkah…so not me,man.

Don’t sleep with your troubles

It’ll drive you insane

Don’t ever think you can sleep soundly

As the troubles lingering in your head.

The pain,

The sadness,

Haunting you,

And become pictures in your dream.

It’s bad dream

Bad dream that makes you miserable

That’ll change your life

Life that’ll never be the same as before.

Brain keeps working, every seconds,

Seeking for solutions.

If you never find any,

Tell me friend,

Will the trouble ever end?

Write it down a thousand times,
four-letter words that makes me cry,
how i feel about it, i can’t decide,
no i don’t know, so i’ll improvise,
is it living in our heart? or in our mind, i don’t know,
so world ready or not
here i go, searching for the answer
and i’m not gonna stop
till i find where it lives inside me, how does it come to be?
what should it mean to me?
teach me the definition of true love.
i was so afraid i’d never succeed
but u made me feel i could do anything
memorize the things you would say and do
must be the love and strength that i found in you
love only feels so good
true love always believes
and it gives way the boundaries
willing to sacrifice unconditionally……

Here I am, sitting in the living room

in this big beautiful house,

but it’s empty.

I went into the reading room,

saw my father there,

but it’s empty.

I went to the kitchen,

saw my mother there,

but it’s empty.

I saw my brother down the hall way,

singing his favourite song,

but it’s empty.

I went to see my sister in her room,

bet she’s in the mood to talk,

but it’s empty.

And, here I am at the heart of the house,

crying inside, hoping for love,

in this BIG EMPTY HOUSE.