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| Tuesday, 1-May-2007 06:54 |
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Ekspedisi Mencari Hati
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| Sunday, 15-Apr-2007 13:56 |
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Ketenangan Yang Ku Cari
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Stranded in Heaven
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| Monday, 2-Apr-2007 02:53 |
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hati pujuk lah perasaan III
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untukmu
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| Monday, 2-Apr-2007 02:12 |
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hati pujuk lah perasaan II
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| Sunday, 18-Mar-2007 13:23 |
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Hati Pujuklah Perasaan
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Hati Pujuk lah Perasaan
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| Monday, 12-Mar-2007 02:00 |
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Because...sometimes when we touch..
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| Wednesday, 7-Mar-2007 04:03 |
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Di sini lahirnya sebuah cinta
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Di sebalik pagar kayu ini, ada sebuah harapan. Harapan yang setiap hari disirami dengan kata semangat, pengalaman hidup, cerita cerita indah. Namun harapan hanya lah akan tinggal sebagai harapan jika kita tidak bekerja kearahnya, seperti bunga yang kembangnya hanya sekejap.
Aku punya harapan. Aku punya nawaitu. Aku punya hasrat. Kau harapanku, nawaituku, hasratku.
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| Wednesday, 7-Mar-2007 03:39 |
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Self Potrait
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A self potrait. Of how one look at oneself. Van Gogh did it with an ear cut off (he of course had his ear cut off). Some say Mona Lisa was a self potrait of Da Vinci. Maybe he did look at himself and a woman smirking. Some would use things, subjects..like buildings. Haven't we at least once heard someone said that this or that building is him or her? How about songs? This song is me. That dress is so me, or that shirt.
We tend to potray ourselves. And it is up to us how we look at ourselves. Nobody can say otherwise. They might have a different potrait of you but then again its their right.
Using those famous words here,.."This is me..", this is me.. for now.
Peace, love and empathy.
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| Thursday, 22-Feb-2007 06:37 |
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Pretty Pretty Things
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All My Pretty Things
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Sitting lazily on the rolling hills,
Green fields and grassy knolls.
Sparkling waters so peaceful and still,
Nestled gently in natures fold.
Sunshine and flowers in full bloom,
Pastels, blonde rouge and lime.
Candy for the eyes.
Oblivious to time.
Colours in the sky above,
Rainbows, red green and blue.
Silver glints off your finger,
A pretty thing for you.
I see your face and watch you smile,
Content that you are too.
But if I should run out of pretty things,
I fear what will I do?
What if you look beneath the grass,
And see that there is dirt.
Would it frighten you my love?
I don’t want you to get hurt.
What if you looked above the skies,
So peaceful so calm and nice.
What if you saw straight into space,
Dead, lonely, and cold as ice.
My poor little sweetheart,
I do not want to see you cry,
So next time I’ll ignore,
If you should implore and ask me “why?”
Please understand, the better it’s for..
‘Cause if you saw beneath the dirt,
(It helps the pretty stuff grow)
And if you saw beneath the rocks,
(not the kind made of gold)
What if you saw the raging fire,
What if you saw below?
What would you say if you saw where we sit?
Upon a molten inferno.
“Oh no!”
So come in my arms and forget all those things,
You need not worry yourself.
It’s bad for your composure,
That you should gain disclosure,
And probably bad for your health.
All you need to do,
If you should feel fright,
Look deeply into my eyes,
Any time of day or night,
There you will be safe,
Everything will be alright..
So, what if you stay in the sun too long,
And are burned by its heavenly rays?
And what if you knew there were spiders and snakes,
Lurking in the cool of the shade?
My love I do not want you to be scared,
You know my love is true,
So I won’t ever say it,
And that’s good ‘cause I don’t want to..
You will never have to hear the words,
Even though it is the truth..
Just stay happy, and don’t understand..
“What you don’t know might hurt you.. “
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| Thursday, 22-Feb-2007 02:25 |
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Tranquility
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[quote]Oh ...mercy mercy me
Oh...things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Where did all the blue sky go?
Poison is in the wind that blows
From north, east, south and sea
Oh..mercy mercy me...
Song by Marvin Gaye
Woke up to this song, and it accompanied me all the way to work. Somehow this song reminds me of beautiful white sandy beaches,...sea breeze,...waving coconut trees...blue/green crystal clear water. Ah..HOME.
Currently Listening To: Mercy Mercy Me by The Strokes feat. Eddie Vedder
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