A Good Rain Knows . . .

"Rain on a Spring Night"

 By Dù-Fǔ


Congratulations, rain
you know when to fall

And you know quite well
you belong to spring

Coming at night, quiet
walking in the wind

Making sure things
get good and wet

The clouds hang dark
over country roads

There's one light from a boat
coming downriver

In the red morning
everything's wet

Flowers all through Chengdu
heavy and full of rain.


(Translated by David Young)




I'm feeling like lost in time.
There is a silence flowing around me, circling everywhere.
Yet, something reminds me to keep on believing
That everything has its own time, especially for love.
Like a good rain, it knows when the perfect time to come . .

How I Met Your Dad

I have always wanted to loose-up, well, indeed I believe I really need to :). For example, by sharing those silly things that just pop into my mind.  So, this piece is kind of my "loose-up" attempt, inspired by a sit-com at Channel 7 that I just watched, How I Meet Your Mother. Enjoy :)



Dear kids,
Do you wanna know how I met your dad ?
The thing is, I don't know (yet) ^_^
However, just to answer your question, lets the imagination swirls it up for us, shall we?

I met your dad in that right condition
When I was ready and he was far more than me
We skipped all those silly trial time and teenagers' fight
Because we knew everything was right

I met your dad when your grandma finally said yes
Good on your dad, he stole your granny's heart
Ow yeah, your granddad's as well
I reckoned that moment when your dad asked them for my hand
Your granny smiled, the sweetest one above all
It's her grant, that I endorsed the most
To bestow that man to be your dad as today

The most important thing, kids,
I met you dad at that perfect time
The time that I shall never forget
He stepped into my limelight and melt me down
Crushed all that walls that I have been built for whole past years

Well kids,
Your dad changed my life.
In a way that I would never think of before.
He made me believe in love again
He made me smile and washed away all the pain
As if those past tears never remained.

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And kids,
Your dad gave me you.
The most precious things in my life.
Seeing you open your eyes for the first time 
Guiding you to take your first step
Hearing your first word, "mum. . ."
Are moments that never failed to make me say
How lucky I am to meet your dad at that day
:)

#the end

*Clayton, March 5, 2012

Hayley Westenra ~ Listen To The Wind

Time is a river that flows endlessly
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream

Shadows dance behind the firelight
And all the spirits of the night remind us:
We are not alone

Tomorrow: a sun soon rising
And yesterday is there beside us
And it's never far away

If you listen to the wind you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind, there's no end to my...

Love is forever a circle unbroken
The seasons keep changing; it always remains

Spring will melt the snows of winter
And the summer gives us days of light
So long till autumn makes them fade

Remember the sound of laughter
We ran together through the meadows
Still we thought our hearts could break

If you listen to the wind, you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind and I'll send you my love

Listen to the wind where the sky meets the land
I'm not really gone I've been here all along
High up in the trees in the sound of the leaves
Listen to the wind there's no end to my...

Time is a river that flows to the sea
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream. . .

Welcome to hustle bustle of mind . . .

Is it OK to feel exhausted ?

Suddenly losing passion on all things that I'm dealing with

Here is the point when questions arose.

Is it worth the prize?

Is it the correct way to take?

Hei, I'm able to move on.

Indeed, I can survive in the end.

But this emotional roller-coaster of mind . .

Drowning . . .

Consuming . . .

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Alhamdulillah . . .

Alhamdulillahirabbilallamin. . .

Betapa besar nikmat yang Engkau berikan kepada hamba ya Allah.

Penyejuk hati di kala kerinduan terhadap keluarga dan rumah menguasai.

Ya Rabb, ampunilah seluruh keluhan-keluhan hamba di saat hamba seharusnya banyak bersyukur

Ya Rahman,Ya Rahim, kuatkanlah hamba menjalani perjalanan ini.

Bimbinglah hamba dalam mengapai ilmu, menebus cita-cita

Tunjukkanlah jalan yang Engkau ridhoi dan berikanlah penerang setiap langkah ini

Amin ya rabbalalamin

Dean's Recognition Award for Outstanding Semester Result, 12 August 2011, 2.30 pm

Chasing Pavements*

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong, I am right
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust
I know this is love
But, if I tell the world
I'll never say enough
'cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you

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Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere

I build myself up
And fly around in circles
Waiting as my heart drops
And my back begins to tingle
Finally, could this be it


Or should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place should I leave it there
Should I give up
Or should I just keep on chasing pavements
Should I just keep no chasing pavement


*Adele

. . . kau membuka, luka lama yang kuingin lupa . . .

On my way to a book quest today at Gr*me*ia, my eyes caught this jewelry on display. It was hidden on the corner. Silently waited to be looked at. The exact ring. Emptiness crawled while it instantly resounded my memory of . . .

July 15 2011, 14.00 WIB