There’s a sudden inferno amongst us, while for you this was a flame.
Love is a five story fire as you thought it was, when you came to him. You’ve to understand, love is nothing than just a losing game.
How I wish you never played that way, coz what a mess you’ve made and now everything is in the final frame and you still didn’t get it, love is nothing than a losing game to him.
You think you can played out this like a band, when your love will never losing hand but little did you know this is more than he could stand and now your love is losing hand.
Your self professed so profound till your safety chips all were down. I know you’re a gambling man but love still can losing hand.
Though most of the time I’m rather be blind and lets your love set a fate to resigned.
What a hurtful memories that mar a mind coz this love of yours is a fate to resigned.
Over futile odds and with all the laughed by the gods.
Now I’m standing in the final frame and enjoying the moment, when your love is a losing game after all.
Indah sekali cinta bila buai perasaan diluah dalam kata
Seluas mana lautan cintamu, tiada ku ragu dalamnya bukti kasihmu!
Walau jauh mataku melangkah, padamu jua hatiku berpijak…
Lapahlah cintaku moga dahaga rindumu laparnya tiada
Biarlah bulan yang ku saksi menyeri di wajahmu yang ku rindu, biarlah jantungmu yang berdegup bernafas rindu di dada ku… akan kerna semua itu dapat aku hidup untuk menyintai dirimu…
Jangan cinta diukur pada janji… kerna janji bisa dimungkiri… biar cinta luhur dari hati… kerna hati tidak bisa berganti…
Ku racun kasihmu biar mati cinta di hatiku
You’re blind is not bcoz your eyes can’t see but your heart just refused to open and see things…
Don’t push your love accelerator when you still on reverse gear…. it will move backward for sure
Sometimes you hope and wait coz you want to believe it’s something more than nothing
Don’t afraid to lose if you wasn’t really winning or even in the race on the first place
Tak guna berlari sekiranya alah untuk melangkah walau setapak
Berundur setapak beralah cinta untuk beradu rindu berpanjangan
Mulakan setapak untuk jauh melangkah… berkongsi cinta untuk kasih ke akhir hayat
I remembered when I was 6 having my breakfast at tadika - while sat down with my kiddy friend in front of a plate of pinkish mihun and a glass of sunquick - I glance upon this curly wording on the top of the wall above the King & Queen photo;
I wonder myself at that time – whose Him?
We knew Him from His name – ﷲ – which stated in Quran almost at every corner of the page of 114 surah.
I hope this entry isn’t to late for me to highlight the recent announcement about the end of Teaching Mathematics and Science in English or famously known as PPSMI.
Even the name ‘PPSMI’ is in Malay acronym, so I would rather say it’s well expected the death of PPSMI.
So 5 years has gone, now we’ve move on and starting another chapter of Malaysian Education ‘try & error’ which Bahasa Melayu will be back as the main language of teaching.
Some how I’m puzzled with the the articles conclusion.
Is like reading Quran without understanding the meaning of each and every word, that’s how US media interpreted and defines the meaning of Islamic Art.
It’s just become a norm of citing it without knowing the ‘muhasabah’ of every sentence; › Continue reading
"Success is meaningless when you are not sharing it with your loved ones or when you are alone. No matter how succesfull you are, you will always be alone" wahaza extra, 35:4
There’s a sudden inferno amongst us, while for you this was a flame.
I remembered when I was 6 having my breakfast at tadika - while sat down with my kiddy friend in front of a plate of pinkish mihun and a glass of sunquick - I glance upon this curly wording on the top of the wall above the King & Queen photo;
I hope this entry isn’t to late for me to highlight the recent announcement about the end of Teaching Mathematics and Science in English or famously known as PPSMI.
