""Poets often describe love as as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That is what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you..." The Notebook-Nicholas Spark
Bookmark by Dave Kartzman
Let me be a bookmark in your life;
Crafted with our love
And the coloured inks
of our words;
A weathered parchment
of my soul
Upon your memory.
As you walk through life,
Other chapters will be scripted.
Someday,
you will reflect,
Tabbing back to the bookmark we built,
Remembering . . .
ME
Someone who wish to be none other than herself. Loves books, poetry and musics. Writing from the heart, eyes and ear.
I love poetry but i can't really write. I paintings but i cannot draw. I love music but i am a lousy singer.
Smile and laugh a lot. A happy go lucky person yet sensitive.
I will bring you in my journey to the unknown destination. You might like it and you may not...but whadda heck it's my life.
My Motto
To accomplish great things,
we must not only act,
but also dream;
not only plan,
but also believe
Ya Allah
temuikanlah diri ini dengan kegembiraan
hilangkanlah kesedihan hatiku ini
bila teringat akan dia
ku mohon Ya Allah,
kekuatan jiwa dan semangat
dalam menghadapi dugaanMu.
Aku tahu Ya Allah
setiap pilihan yang ku buat
akan mengubah corak
perjalanan hidupku.
Ya Allah, aku mohon
agar apa yang aku lakukan ini
tidak akan menghilangkan
kasih dan sayangku pada dia.
Dan tidak juga akan mengurangkan
kasih dan sayangnya padaku.
Satukanlah hati kami dalam cahayaMu,
dalam keredhaanMu
dan jua dalam kasih sayangMu.
Berilah aku kekuatan dan ketabahan
untuk menghadapi seketika detik
hidupku tanpa dia disisi sehingga
aku bersedia untuk kembali
Cekmi called and invited Cekya, Tatot and me last week to his place but we can't make it and suggested that it be postponed the week after. Last Friday..if i am not mistaken Cekmi texted me to come over to his place on Saturday. Cekya and Tatot also will be going. Met Tatot and Cekya at Duta Vista since i don't know the way.
Cekmi was cooking gulai darat when we reached his place. Cekmi said his gulai darat did not turn out as it should because of the coconut milk. Cekmi…trust me, it was not that. bad. Tho it's a bit spicy for Tatot and Cekya. As usual, Cekmi is being teased by us.
cekmi's place is full of colour…even the bathroom. simply love the stripes dinnerware (if i may call it ).All in all, it was fun to gather again. We meet Raof, Amir and 'org kampung' cekmi ( really forgot his name ).
On Saturday, we had our last economic class. Presented a case study percapita chicken consumption using the econometric and regression. i was assigned to present the statistic part. Alhamdulillah, it went well. As compared with my previous presentation, i consider this was the best. Maybe because i understand the subject matter better.
Birthdate
1st Jan - Kam
22nd Mac - Azean
11th April -Ogy
16th April - WTL, Maman, Akiah
15thMay - Tatot
25th May - Amar, Ham, Ayen
11th June - Baby Isya
23rd Aug - Enig
27th Aug - Lun
1st Sept - Amran
17thSept - Kroll
28thSept - Azlin
20th Oct - Azlan
5th Nov - Dik Noor
6th Nov - Zack
8th Dec - Suzi
29th Dec - Aiez
Future Events
May - B.L.O.G.F.R.I.E.N.D.S.M.E.E.T.0.6
June - Kota Kinabalu
So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place
Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
(chorus)
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think of death-it must be killin' me
Poetry of The Week
How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning >
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
