Eric Saade - Break of Dawn

Eric Saade - Break of Dawn

I don't wanna wake up lonely
I can't stand another night alone in my bed
Missing, hoping
At the break of dawn
I won't let go
Won't give up no

Think about home when you're far away
Think about me when I wake up and you're gone
At the break of dawn
Think about us when we said forever
Think about me and remember I'm alone
At the break of dawn
At the break of dawn

I keep dreaming you'll be with me
I believe that somewhere down the line you'll be mine
In the twilight
I feel your beating heart
I won't let go
Won't give up no

Think about home when you're far away
Think about me when I wake up and you're gone
At the break of dawn
Think about us when we said forever
Think about me and remember I'm alone
At the break of dawn
At the break of dawn

My hands were cold and dry
Your cheeks were red
We promised that we'd love forever
That's what we said
That's what we said

Think about home when you're far away
Think about me when I wake up and you're gone
At the break of dawn
Think about us when we said forever
Think about me and remember I'm alone
At the break of dawn
At the break of dawn
At the break of dawn

Bruno Mars - Who Is

Who Is Lyrics

Oh, I was perfect
For the circus
If she did me, I do it
Love makes you stupid
  I gave it up but I guess it was not enough
Cause she never seemed satisfied
(Oohh)
  I know I'm not perfect
But at the end of the day
Who is ?
(Oohh)
She wanted someone that's perfect
Well okay
But can you tell me who is ?
(Oohh x2)
She set the bar
Just above the stars
A rocket couldn't reach it
But I still kept on reaching
She watched me try
At least a thousand times
If she loved me, She'd stop me but no...
(Oohh)
  I know I'm not perfect
But at the end of the day
Who is?
(Oohh)
She wanted someone that's perfect
Well okay
But can you tell me who is ?
I saw something worth my future
 So wrong 

So wrong
In my mind I was all it took

But I guess I wasn't wrong
(Oohh)
  I know I'm not perfect
But at the end of the day
Who is ?
(Oohh)
She wanted someone that's perfect
Well okay
But can you tell me who is ?
(Oohh x2)

Bidadari

Mama. She's my bidadari..

Hmmm... wish I had her with me now, hugging me and telling me that it's going to be ok.

Mama, I miss you so much.

Everyday, I have to go through this weird feeling; seeing how they have the luxury of talking to their moms through phone.

Everyday, I see the same scene... mothers taking their children to school.

Everyday, I hear the same voices calling for their moms..."Mak, mak!"

How nice it is to be loved by a mother...kan, kan, kan... To have the warmth smile, cuddling you through thick and thin. Owh.. so soothing. I bet it's nicer if I had one. Jealous. Oh boy, I miss you mama.. I wonder what are you doing up there? Are you ok? Gwaenchanayo? Do you eat well? Are you happy? Are you smiling? Do you miss us here? We miss you.... so much.

It's father's day. How nice it'd be if you could join abah for the party. I think he misses you dearly...he just won't admit that he misses you. You know...guys..;p

Do you think it's childish for me to miss my bidadari? Maybe I should tell you this... You are darn lucky to have your moms around! Seriously. Days without a mother is like having your cereal without milk. Nothing works without the presence of a mother! Nothing! Please love your mother... I hate seeing how people have the guts to leave their mother like a stray cat... Or like a dumb, debile, old, crappy woman alone..waiting and waiting for her children to come home.. Helpless. Restless. Pointless.

Ok... Be there for her! She's always there for you, remember?! Come on... where's the good heart of yours?! Use it....

Thank you mama and all moms out there.. for everything! Thank you thank you thank you...

P/s - I love you.

The English language...

Hey, I found this nice poem when I was doing my spring cleaning in my office..and I thought it'd be nice if people can read this beautiful poem about English language.... So, here it goes...

The English language

is

a kingdom

and

a sleeping beauty.

You must

awaken her

in yourself,

and the whole kingdom

will come to life

and be

yours.

L.L. Szkutnik

I can handle it...

I can handle it...

The tears...

The sweat...

The voice...

The whisper...

The howl...

The shout...

The clapperclaw...

The stare...

and the sigh...

in the middle of some dark, 'solitary' nights...

in the midst of the choleric dawn...

Damn, I could have sworn I'd wish to be elsewhere for million times...

Keep on wishing...

Keep on thinking...

Keep on holding...

The promise...

The vows...

The lines...

It's THE smile that keeps me strong...

It's THE smile that makes my day...

I think I can make it!

I can handle it!

Yeah, I can handle it!

aNs

15 June 2011 

TJI7, Jengka, Pahang