Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Will you wait for me, or shall I wait for you instead? Must I stay or must I go? Only God knows.
My top priority
He who will never leave and never dies. We don't have to work to impress God. He knows who we are and accepts us with unconditional love.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
From the poem of "Sepi"
Bisikku pada bulan, Kembalikan temanku, Kekasihku, Syurgaku.
Tanpa dia, malam menemaniku, Sepi memelukku.
Bulan jangan biar siang, Biar alam ini kelam, Biar ia sepi sepertiku.
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This has got to be one of the saddest things ever written locally (or wherever). Period. @_@
Read me.
Know me.
What's it gonna be?
Walk in these realms as if you can see me.
Really?
Too bad I'm no genie.
Else I'd read you.. instead.
How bout that?:D
Imagine if you are granted a wish to change your loved ones. Which part will you change?Think hard.
Passions of a writer, or a so-called writer lol
Literature duplicates the experience of living in a way that nothing else can, drawing you so fully into another life that you temporarily forget you have one of your own. That is why you read it, and why you might even sit up till dawn, throwing your whole tomorrow out of whack, simply to find out what happens to some people-who-you-know perfectly well-are made up. (Quoted)
Home Sweet Home
Along these banks, memories are created. Sunsets are witnessed and time ticks on by. Home is where the heart is.
1 comment:
This has got to be one of the saddest things ever written locally (or wherever). Period. @_@
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