Ku hilang dalam ramai
Di kala hujan renyai
Tangis ku tahankan berderai
(Tangis di genangan berderai)

Ku hilang dalam ramai
Tanganku hulur longlai
Hasratku simpan tak tercapai (tergapai)

Kau berpaling dan pergi
Membuatku sangsi
Bunga mawar bersusuk duri

Kau berpaling dan pergi
Mencuri nurani
Ku berpaut bayang sendiri

Uhh..hilai ketawa
Tak terdengar
jelas sempat terakam
Deru tangisan
Rintihan panjang
Entah dari manakah...datang
Uhh..bagai gelombang

Menghukum aku...tanpa kasihan

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood


It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...

I guess I should......

“This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.”

Funny how it works. Despite everything, I'd still catch you when you fall.

I still would.

A good friend gave me this piece of poem.


A word to the wise for all who would dare,
To open their hearts and lay their soul bare.

To look to the world in wonder and awe,
To question not what they feel or they saw.

To hold to beliefs that fit to a tee,
Some other's opinions but not what you see.

To follow in footsteps of others who may,
Not deserve your respect and led you astray,
Yes, sometimes the heart does make you unwise,
So tread ever so lightly, no unwanted surprise.

And sometimes when your world falls apart,
Take stock in yourself and make a new start.

To give up and accept less than you need,
Is to bow to defeat and you'll never be free.

So take heart and learn from your other mistakes,
There's no need to worry, no reason to hate.

For all that it takes is for your mind to be made,
To decide whether to lead or to fall by the way.

Dance as though no one is watching you,

Love as though you have never been hurt before,

Sing as though no one can hear you,

Live as though heaven is on earth...


“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle or you can live as if everything is a miracle.” - Albert Einstein.

For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

- Ivan Panin

Sometimes it takes a second or two. Sometimes it takes a lifetime.

Sometimes all we need to do is just stop for a while and look.

Sometimes all it takes is just that.

Just that.

"I went to the woods,
because I wanted to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life
and see if I could learn what it had to teach and not,
when I came to die,
discover that I had not lived". - Henry David Thoreau

There's a cold wind blowing softly through a narrow, dark ravine.

A sound is heard, soft and everywhere, like the rustle of silk.
It echoes from every dismal reaching corner of the abyss,
and whispers of the aching loneliness within the crevasse.

A cold, blue-white light transcends an aura of weird lifelessness
to the jaged rocks of the cleft walls.

There appears a soul within all of this,
like a thin frail mist,
congealing within its center -
a tiny translucent gray cloud...

Ralph Kenyon, 1962

I found out that there are voices that are still discussin about my decisions - thus putting out my choices, my mistakes, my PAST out in the open.

Tough luck - what can I do about it, anyway? People talk - that's what makes us human.

What I can do is just to say this - It's my life.

As Dolores O' Riordan says in the Cranberries' Free to Decide - "I live as I choose or I will not live at all".

My point exactly.