epilogue


    Saturday, November 21, 2009

    dingin jumaat

    dari "menunggu pagi" hingga ke "a rush of blood to the head"

    So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
    When am I going to see that pretty face again
    Meet me on the road, meet me where I said
    Blame it all upon
    A rush of blood to the head


    ***


    tengah hari


    petang


    malam


    orang: ko tok ym smpei kol brapa?
    aku: ...
    orang: still there ka?
    aku: ... (a rush of blood to the head to the head)

    ***

    kawu: kau ehs...
    aku: aaa
    kawu: susah nak padah
    aku: iboh la
    kawu: makan jiwa dalam
    aku: pedih?
    kawu: sial la
    aku: aku pun sakit
    kawu: ...
    aku: kedak ko juak...(i am u and what i see is me)
    there's lot of me in you...


    zodiac badge amik dari sitok

    Friday, November 20, 2009

    putar putar nunggu pagi


    putar-putar peterpan. menunggu pagi.
    track yang sama 30 minit yang lalu -_-"
    member yang share di fesbuk. aku layan jak. sekali ter-berkenaan la..
    fb satu-satunya entertainment aku. (cey! madah mok away dari fb kunun)
    duhal lagu ya dah lamak released. 2005 ehs?

    ***


    teringat peristiwa tengah hari yang ngeri. seorang hamba Tuhan, mengkorek idung dari arah bertentangan meja tempat aku makan. (punyalah luas tanah Malaysia, kenak di kedei makan juak korek taik idung.....hati gua terberbicara). terkial-kial juak aku nak ngabiskan nasik aku lepas ya. (sambel mengucap dalam hati). pinggan nasi aku tatap penuh konstrenrasi. sik berani aku angkat muka.

    ***


    dari dolok sampei kinetok, ada something yang aku suka bila balit kija. aku suka perasaan ya. rasa senang yang halus. rasa sendiri. rasa seni nya malam. bila ujan turun, rasa semua masalah lebur sama ngan hujan. bila langit malam terang bulan ngan bintang,... aku salu wish dalam hati.. semoga jauh gik perjalanan ke rumah.
    indah. bila alam bercerita.

    ***


    i don't remember a voice
    on a dark, lonesome road
    when i started this journey so long ago
    i was only just trying to outrun the noise
    there was never a question of having a choice -



    so long as I get somewhere...

    Thursday, November 19, 2009

    p.s



    going back to the corner where i first saw u
    gonna camp in my sleeping bag i'm not gonna move
    got some words on cardboard... got ur picture in my hand
    saying, "if u see this girl can u tell her where i am?"

    some try to hand me money... they don't understand
    i'm not broke, i'm just a broken hearted man
    i know it makes no sense but what else can i do
    how can i move on when i'm still in love with u

    'cause if one day u wake up and find that u're missing me
    and ur heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be
    thinking maybe u'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
    and u'll see me waiting for u on our corner of the street
    so i'm not moving

    policeman says, "son u can't stay here"
    i said, "there's someone i'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
    gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
    if she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

    people talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
    there are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

    maybe i'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
    maybe u wont mean to but u'll see me on the news
    and u'll come running to the corner
    'cause u'll know it's just for u
    i'm the man who can't be moved

    Wednesday, November 18, 2009

    moving right along,,,


    the song from next room drowned me in memories. the journey that i've had gone through.



    i miss myself a lots today. i miss my smiled. i miss my laughed. i miss my spirit. i miss all my unfulfilling hopes. i miss my forgotten dreams. i miss my silent thoughts. i miss the loudness in empty room. i miss the way i loved life. i miss to be missed.
    Dear God, I miss You ...

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