Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cos someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find
Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Showing posts with label Just Another Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just Another Day. Show all posts
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Air That I Breath
Love cycling. Always been able to make me feel good while riding around and taking a breath of fresh air. It's calming. Especially when there's a lot of things going on in my head and I just need to find a way to ease my mind. Not all things can be spoken to another human being. Sometimes the nature seem more understanding by just listening quietly.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Eat. Pray. Love
Today I am just going to do some laundry, tidy up the room and then spent the rest of the day reading.
There's plenty of books in the rack that I have yet to finish reading.
Happy Saturday peeps! :-)
There's plenty of books in the rack that I have yet to finish reading.
Happy Saturday peeps! :-)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Knot In My Gut, Pit In My Stomach
I feel that whenever i'm about to step in courts for a sports game, or when i'm about to walk on stage to sing and perform.
But none of that situation is happening to me now. So why does it feel like there's something about to happen? As if i'm going to decide on something...or in a moment or two, i'm going to do something that may change my life forever.
Or is it because there's nothing for me to decide, or do, or ponder on that i'm panicking because it seems that my life has stop from moving forward and that i'm stuck here in this rabbit hole and i can't find my way out. But that can't possibly be the case because i can feel the rush of adrenalin pumping through my veins and my heart beats faster with excitement.
And listening to Adam Lambert's Time For Miracle isn't helping either. Feels like there's such a huge energy inside me, as if i have just done my part on Burning Man and now i'm suppose to make happen those dreams i had in me.
Or is it merely the case of hearing that we are going to sign the increment letter today?
Or am i going nuts?
Hmm.
But none of that situation is happening to me now. So why does it feel like there's something about to happen? As if i'm going to decide on something...or in a moment or two, i'm going to do something that may change my life forever.
Or is it because there's nothing for me to decide, or do, or ponder on that i'm panicking because it seems that my life has stop from moving forward and that i'm stuck here in this rabbit hole and i can't find my way out. But that can't possibly be the case because i can feel the rush of adrenalin pumping through my veins and my heart beats faster with excitement.
And listening to Adam Lambert's Time For Miracle isn't helping either. Feels like there's such a huge energy inside me, as if i have just done my part on Burning Man and now i'm suppose to make happen those dreams i had in me.
Or is it merely the case of hearing that we are going to sign the increment letter today?
Or am i going nuts?
Hmm.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thank God It's Friday?
I woke up at 10am this morning then took a shower and sat down in front of the pc browsing through facebook. Made myself a cup of coffee and an instant maggie goreng for breakfast. I was halfway through My Start-Up Life pages when i got the call from the WAO or the WCC which stands for Women's Centre for Change in Penang about the email i sent them two days ago.
No. I'm not being abused or anything. Come to think of it. I am infact being abused. Emotionally.
It's just that i'm looking for other option beside the police report that i made against the physco guy that have been harrasing me emotionally all these years. It's a great relief actually. Ms Annie, the lady that took care of my case advice me to go and follow up the police report i made last year & to feedback to them the necessary actions that the police promise after that.
Talking to a woman in charge, is a nice change cause she understand how i feel when i told her that i'm worried that the police will not take me seriously & about the they-think-it's-funny remarks they said at me at the police station. Imagine being in a room full of policemen & i have to repeat the story over and over again every time a new police comes in and dreaded the words that may comes out from their mouth. Words like 'ala....lelaki ni mesti suka kat u punya.' 'ooo....cerita lama la ni.' And then go senyum2 looking at me. Damn it's taking all of my self control not to scream words back at them.
My second 'visit' to the police this afternoon did not really went well initially. The same look and remarks was being said and bla..bla...bla..sy malas mo go through that bikin sakit hati. Luckily one officer, maybe their chief at that station took over & talk things through with me. At least he offer some logic explanation of why they can not really do anything if there's no physical offense & at least he did some silent moment thinking hard of ways to tackle the problem & offer solution after solution that i can agree upon.
Bukan macam satu polis tu, 'ala..u dah kawin belum? haa...kalau u kawin mesti dia tak kacau dah lepas ni.' I was like, wtf.suruh org kawin pula cara dia mo suru selesai.wtf la btl2.
Now i only have to wait for just another 'hide and seek' with the weirdo & he can play 'police and thief' with the police.
On different story tho, i had my lunch in one of the shops nearby the housing area before making my way to the police station. I took white rice & the steamed ikan bawal and that cost me RM6. I don't know about you but i still feel that's expensive! Maybe i was getting so used to cooking at home & that home made steamed ikan bawal won't cost me that much so i was quite suprise that satu ekor ikan can cost me around RM5. Ridiculous. Reminds me of one article that made a sarcastic remarks on how fish seems to be the makanan orang kaya instead of chicken in a country such as ours. I actually called my mom about it and she laugh saying that in Sabah, that meal would have cost me around RM10. Now that would have me want to open my own rice+steamed ikan bawal shop & sell it for RM3 just like any other fish! Something as essential as food is not supposed to be expensive! Now go vote for me to be the menteri makanan.
Then i spent my remaining day cleaning up the house & putting up the curtain at the front door. Now you can't see me through the see through sliding door anymore. And the living room look much nicer. :) After that i tried my hands at menebas/mencabut rumput at the small lawn area but stopped when i realized that it will not look very nice if all the grass and weeds are gone. I wonder where are all the tukang rumput these days.
It's been a long day. 10.32pm now. Should i go to sleep? or go for a beer? or go out and about? Hmm...
No. I'm not being abused or anything. Come to think of it. I am infact being abused. Emotionally.
It's just that i'm looking for other option beside the police report that i made against the physco guy that have been harrasing me emotionally all these years. It's a great relief actually. Ms Annie, the lady that took care of my case advice me to go and follow up the police report i made last year & to feedback to them the necessary actions that the police promise after that.
Talking to a woman in charge, is a nice change cause she understand how i feel when i told her that i'm worried that the police will not take me seriously & about the they-think-it's-funny remarks they said at me at the police station. Imagine being in a room full of policemen & i have to repeat the story over and over again every time a new police comes in and dreaded the words that may comes out from their mouth. Words like 'ala....lelaki ni mesti suka kat u punya.' 'ooo....cerita lama la ni.' And then go senyum2 looking at me. Damn it's taking all of my self control not to scream words back at them.
My second 'visit' to the police this afternoon did not really went well initially. The same look and remarks was being said and bla..bla...bla..sy malas mo go through that bikin sakit hati. Luckily one officer, maybe their chief at that station took over & talk things through with me. At least he offer some logic explanation of why they can not really do anything if there's no physical offense & at least he did some silent moment thinking hard of ways to tackle the problem & offer solution after solution that i can agree upon.
Bukan macam satu polis tu, 'ala..u dah kawin belum? haa...kalau u kawin mesti dia tak kacau dah lepas ni.' I was like, wtf.suruh org kawin pula cara dia mo suru selesai.wtf la btl2.
Now i only have to wait for just another 'hide and seek' with the weirdo & he can play 'police and thief' with the police.
On different story tho, i had my lunch in one of the shops nearby the housing area before making my way to the police station. I took white rice & the steamed ikan bawal and that cost me RM6. I don't know about you but i still feel that's expensive! Maybe i was getting so used to cooking at home & that home made steamed ikan bawal won't cost me that much so i was quite suprise that satu ekor ikan can cost me around RM5. Ridiculous. Reminds me of one article that made a sarcastic remarks on how fish seems to be the makanan orang kaya instead of chicken in a country such as ours. I actually called my mom about it and she laugh saying that in Sabah, that meal would have cost me around RM10. Now that would have me want to open my own rice+steamed ikan bawal shop & sell it for RM3 just like any other fish! Something as essential as food is not supposed to be expensive! Now go vote for me to be the menteri makanan.
Then i spent my remaining day cleaning up the house & putting up the curtain at the front door. Now you can't see me through the see through sliding door anymore. And the living room look much nicer. :) After that i tried my hands at menebas/mencabut rumput at the small lawn area but stopped when i realized that it will not look very nice if all the grass and weeds are gone. I wonder where are all the tukang rumput these days.
It's been a long day. 10.32pm now. Should i go to sleep? or go for a beer? or go out and about? Hmm...
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