I MISS YOU..

I hate to be sick..oh God !!
Living all alone like this makes me longing for their presence..
My mom, my dad, Febby and Andy...
But they passed away without giving me a chance to say goodbye..
Sometimes I wish them to take me along ...but what more can I say..it is all God's will..
Whenever I saw people with their parents with them I felt envy for mine already gone..
I miss them so much..sooo muucchhh...!!
I wish I could be a good child back then..I really wish I could...
And now, it is a lie if I said I have no regrets of my past..I do regret it a lot..
I missed my best friends, Febby and Andy too..
They meant the world to me..
There're nobody who could replace them in my heart..nobody..
Even if they're gone, I still feel their presence here with me for always..
I always wish to meet them even in my dreams only..so that I can say whatever amiss..so that I can greet them a proper goodbye...
I have to end this session now..there're tears rolling down my cheeks rite now..silly me..
For mom, dad, Febby and Andy..love you guys so much..R.I.P. you all....

IN LOVING MEMORY..

Four years has passed, I haven't talked with you since then..
You're already at peace with the world and here I am still struggling for life. 
I am missing you..The voice, the care, the look on your face..
Memories about you, are all I have..
They make me cry and yearn for you all the time of my waking life....
Even in sleep I dreamed about you.

And I want you to know that the moment you passed away..

I closed all the doors and windows to my heart..

Sometimes I wish that I should not have been what I was when we were together..
A coward to show the love I felt inside.. 
I always wanted you to know it..and loved me back...
It could have been, that's all I could sigh for...


Sometimes I wish that.. 
You could feel the beatings of my heart even before I let you you know..
You could hear what I think even if you don't hear me..
You could dry the tears in my eyes even though you don't see me..


Life's indeed too short for us to love eternally..


I always listen to this song when I miss you..
And this is for you.." In Loving Memory by Alter Bridge "..

PS: Rest in Peace my dear..

THE SALTY COFFEE.

I just want to sleep, but I can't close my eyes..pity me..
Too much coffee I guess..hahahha
Speaking about coffee..a friend used to share a link about the story that related to coffee..
The story is in Indonesian title Kopi Asin ...
Now, I'd like to share the english version of it..The Salty Coffee
This is worth reading, so bear with me k...(^_^)


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He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."

Suddenly he asked the waiter, 

"Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. 

She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" 

He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." 

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. 

A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... 

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, 

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."

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PS : Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON!!!!

ANONYMOUS GUY ??...

Life is full of surprises...just now I checked my emails..guess what ?? I received this lyrics from someone calling himself anonymous..I wonder who???..

PULANGLAH....

  

Buka lah mata dan lihat dihadapan mu

Aku berdiri tegak tapi kau tak nampak

Hodohkah aku? sering kau campak saja

Apa yang dia ada yang aku tak ada

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak sekaya

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak bergaya

Haruskah aku pun tetap menanti kamu

Berikan jawapan

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Tak ingin tak perlu

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku Tak ingin tak perlu aku damping

Aku berjalan di kota kuala lumpur

Semuanya nampak berbeza tapi ku sama

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak sekaya

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak bergaya

Haruskah aku pun tetap menanti kamu

Berikan jawapan

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku tak ingin tak perlu

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku tak ingin tak perlu aku damping mu

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak sekaya

Mungkinkah aku yang tidak bergaya

Haruskah aku pun tetap menanti kamu

Berikan jawapan

Run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku tak ingin tak perlu

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku tak ingin tak perlu aku

Pulanglah sebelumku run away

Aku menanti kamu everyday

Aku menunggu dari Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

Aku tak ingin tak perlu aku aku damping mu

PS : I wonder who is that person..?? hehhehe..btw I like the song..I used to post the song
      few days ago on my FB's wall..

       Anyway thanx anonymous guy...do I know U ??

" BEST FRIENDs "...

This is the conversation between two best friends, who always share their ups n downs, Reed Bennet and Julia Fitzpatrick, in Valentine's Day movie, that really hooked me up every time I watched it...

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Julia Fitzpatrick: What do you do with the flowers? 

Reed Bennett: You know the ones that nobody wants? 

Julia Fitzpatrick: So you're giving them a second life? 

Reed Bennett: Yeah, most chaps throw them away. I like the idea that tomorrow somebody's going to see them floating by, wonder where they come from, behind the mystery of it all. I used to, actually, put them together and practice new designs with them and drop them off at a random doorstep with notes in it: "Somebody out there loves you". And they get to thinking, "What if they found out that somebody me? Would they want me to be the one that loves them?" 

Julia Fitzpatrick: I would... want that.

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After watching the above scene, there's a BIG  question mark comes to my mind..Is there really the term of  " BEST FRIENDS " between a boy and a girl, between a man and a woman .. why is it so hard to accept the facts above all that there is the "heart game" going on between them whether they realised it or not...

Sometimes you always abandon those who exists in front of you, who always show his/her concern towards you..who always be with you,  in the time you laugh and the time you cry..

You tend to chase after the one who is beyond your reach..who never knew you that much..WHY ?

Cause you always didn't appreciate of what you have..of what within your holds..

Mostly you never realise this, until the last minute..when someone that always be there for you..leaving you..

And it's too late already....

Sometimes it is so hard to tell someone close to you how you really feel about them..

Probably because you have a pretty good feeeling that things will not go quite as you would hope that they would..

Therefore, you tend to keep your feelings and zip up your mouth ..

Feeling is a funny thing. They often betray us and cause us confusion.

Sometimes I feel that my life would be much better off without them.

I have often been betrayed and mislead by my own emotions.

They've gotten me into trouble more times than I care to remember.

They've often blinded me to the true nature of the people I've cared about and trusted the most.

Well that doesn't stop me to love someone !! hehheheeh!!  (^_^)

THE POEM..

Tonite I just want to put a poem written for me by a friend in FB..
This is the first poem I've ever received from someone that specially written for me..
That's how he mentioned it..
To the "poem guy" ..I really appreciate this..
The title is " SEBUAH SENYUMAN"..

Sebuah Senyuman

Ketika badai datang mengguncang

Lonceng-lonceng berdentang kencang

Hembusan dingin getarkan hati yang gundah

Dan jiwapun semakin gelisah...

Rasa sepi dan kelam mengusik kalbu

Masihkah ada waktu..

Tersudut dan terjepit dalam dilema

Masihkah ada kata...

Saat waktu tak lagi linier

Ku hanya bisa merangkak dan meraba-raba

Tanpa tahu harus ke mana dan bagaimana

Hingga akhirnya kutemukan seberkas cahaya..

Masa lalu tak akan terulang

Masa lalu pun tak akan bisa hilang

Dan masa lalu tak bisa begitu saja terbuang 

Dia hanya terlupakan

Tertutup oleh cahaya kuning keemasan

Akan manis dan tulusnya sebuah senyuman..

Ya..

Senyuman lembut yang menghangatkan hati

Karena sebuah senyum bagaikan matahari pagi

Lembut, hangat dan menguatkan..

Badai itu akan berlalu

Tapi tentu ada waktunya....

THE BOOK...

Have you ever kept a book to keep all your dreams n goals of your lifetime ..??
Well for me, I do keep one..since 2007..
This is  no diary ..but simply a book where I kept the photos of what I dream of and the time frame for me to achieve the dreams..


It is a cut and paste session actually..mostly looks like a collage..
Simply photos with written time frame to achieve it ..and of course I added up some motivational quotes just to boost up my spirit..hahhahahha!! You go girl...!!
So far I achieved 3 out of 8 of my goals in life...now I have to realised 5 more to make my life complete..!!
I hope I can achieve all that accordingly..


I have to apologized that I can't exposed all my goals in life here...cause they're kinda personal..so I'll have it zipped up for now...hahahahhaha!!


Just for a sneak peek then....hmmmm...
I did put someone's photo in there as the one I'm gonna marry 5 to 8 years from now..
It kinda silly I guess, cause I know our love,fate and destiny are in the hand of the Creator..
but at least I have someone in mind that I dreamt to be with for the rest of my life..
I wish that someone is still single at that time..hahhahahah!! 
Since no confesssion made so far...
If not, I'll have to switch my plan...^_~


OOppppss...I forgot to mention what's the title of the book..
I call it MY DREAMS...


Enough for now...bye..(^_^)

HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY..(16TH MAY)

Today is Teacher's Day in my hometown Malaysia..
So I would like to share a story about a teacher here in my blog..
Hope you enjoy this story and take a valuable lessons from it..


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There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.

But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.


Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."


By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.


Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.


Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."


A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. 


Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.


Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.


Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.


The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. 


Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.


They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

~The End~

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This story reminds me of my homeroom teacher back in my highschool's day..She's the best teacher I've ever known..her name is Ustazah Mariah..
Even if other teachers always scolding me cause I always making a scene in my highschool's days..but she never scold me even once..
When others started to give me sarcastic looks..she always give me a smile just to brighten my days...and her smile is very honest..
But she died of breast cancer a year after I left high school..
Up to now, 
I still remember what she used to say to me..
." Elis, I know you can make a difference, just believe in yourself..I will always believe in you.."
Ustazah Mariah, you are my most beloved teacher and you will always have the place in my heart, now, then and forever...(^_^)

RANDOM AWESOME..

Tonight, I attended my cousin's birthday party..
I enjoyed it so much..laughing all the way..hahhahahaa
So many funny things and surprises happened tonight..
And it makes me smile still..(^_^)


It is good to have fun sometimes..
It can make you forget all the burden inside
And what is best about a party is FREE FOODS and ACQUAINTENCES...hahhahaha..


Someone dear to me used to say this...


"Ketawa aja...Biarkan masalah pergi seiring ketawa yg keluar" .. 


meaning that " just laugh then..let the laughter  bring  your problems away "..


yep..that's true..the laughters that I had tonight makes all my burdens go away..hahaha


What I wanna say about the party..is " Randomly  Awesome " !!!! hahhahahahhahah !!!!




So let's watch this vids ..Random Awesome by Yuna..


Just enjoy it k....let me put the lyrics here so you can sing along...

Yuna - Random Awesome

it all began
at the show one weekend
i was a friend of your cousin said
"hey how you've been"
And with your checkered shirt on
And my Reebok shoes on
Let's watch something random
turned to something awesome

And I smile I love no,
I laugh happier somehow
No I don't know what is up with me
I laugh too much recently

No, They don't know much about us
When we're exchanging glances
We'll figure out one day,
what happened on your 24th birthday

It all began with a simple
confession
You had an urge to kiss me and
I was on the verge to miss you
and it happen,
no
we don't understand
no
i won't even budge
before we didn't hang out much

So save me in your playlist
so,
You wont forget this
And if this dont quite go your way
You'll still have me on replay

With your checkered shirt on
And my Reebok shoes on
Let's watch something random
turned to something awesome

And I smile I love no,
I laugh happier somehow
No I don't know what is up with me
I laugh too much recently

No, They don't know much about us
When we're exchanging glances
We'll figure out one day,
what happened on your 24th birthday

PS : Laughter is the best medicine..(^_^)

NOT A LEADING LADY...

Tonite is the fifth time I watch my favorite movie THE HOLIDAY..and everytime I watch it..I always cry over this part of conversations........

Arthur Abbott: You know what I've been asking myself all night? 

Iris: What? Why I'm bothering you with all these questions? 

Arthur Abbott: I'm wondering why a beautiful girl like you would go to a strangers' house for their Christmas Vacation, and on top of that spend Saturday night with an old cock-up like me. 

Iris: Well, I just wanted to get away from all the people I see all the time!... Well, not all the people... one person. I wanted to get away from one... guy. 

[she sobs] 

Iris: An ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me. 

Arthur Abbott: So, he's a schmuck. 

Iris: As a matter of fact, he is... a huge schmuck. How did you know? 

Arthur Abbott: He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend. 

Iris: You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake! Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant..

I always like this part of conversation said by Arthur Abbott...

" Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend. "

And this is what I would like to say in return....

Well Arthur, I'm not Iris, but I've always been a best friend. I'm good at that. I don't know how to behave like a leading lady....

..but Arthur, if being a best friend can make me happy, at least for today, the present, shouldn't I continue being one?

Well, they say that happiness is not a fish that you can catch. May be I should stop fishing...

 Ah... life, always in shades of gray.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.  

THE WALL..

I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within me as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me, please.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-warying ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation, and I know it. That is if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love. It's the only thing that liberates me, from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from barriers that I so painstakingly erect.

It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play the game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.

And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing. And nothing of what is everything, of what is crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say. I dislike hiding. Honestly. I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial, phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you've got to help me.

You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want, or need. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and empathy, and your power to understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.

I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a co-creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble. You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison. So do no pass me by. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing that I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope ... my only hope.

Please try to beat down those walls with firm hand and gentle too..I believe, as time passed by, the walls  that used to hide my feelings will eventually break into pieces....and by that time, you will hear what I am not saying...

A COWARD..

I watched My Best Friend's Wedding's movie.. for the fourth time I guess.. 

and I found out that this song emotionally related to that movie ..

One of my favorite song by Yuna titled Penakut..( A coward )..

It's a Malay song..and I made the translation in English..

PENAKUT

Tak semua kau rencana kan berlaku..       

Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku..        

Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta..   

Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja..      

Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya..          

Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku..            

Oh ini tidak adil...                                       

Untuk kau bertanya jika ku mencintaimu juga..    

Tidak adil tidak adil baginya..                   

  

Kau tak pernah cuba memahami aku..

Cinta kau ucapkan tak pernah engkau tunjuk..

Dan bila tiba saat ku kehilangan..

Beban yang tak pernah kau cuba ringankan..

Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya..

Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku..

Oh ini tidak adil...

Untuk kau bertanya jika aku mencintaimu juga..

Bukan milikku..

Dan aku memang PENAKUT..

Mengakui cinta kepadamu..

Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan..

Bila bersamamu..

Kau bukan milikku..

Dan engkau pun tahu..

Kau bukan milikku..

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A COWARD

Not everything that you planned might happen

Maybe luck doesn't favour me

Why do I loved you so

Maybe it's better for me to let you go

Oh this is unfair.. this is unfair to her   

Oh this is unfair.. this is unfair to me either

Oh this is unfair

For you to ask if I loved you so

This is unfair.. unfair to her..

You never tried to understand me

You never showed the love that you uttered

And in the time I'm losing

You don't even try to ease the pain

Oh this is unfair.. this is  unfair to her

Oh this is unfair..this is unfair to me either

Oh this is unfair

For you to ask if I loved you so

You are not mine..

And I'm really a coward

To express my love to you

Thousand times I've tried

Whenever I'm with you

You are not mine

And you know it too

You are not mine

 PS : Life itself is unfair...