Convocation.. but not Graduation?





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The pictures say it all. dear Melati, congratulations on being conferred the oh coveted gold award. or was it golden award, or gold medal..? something lah. Comprehensive excellence, not. Congrats Graduates '06.

Selamat Pengantin Baru to my dear cousin, Fazrina and Husband, Erwan.

It was a jolly occasion and joy, the hall was permeated with so much Love. Didi alias hosted, bob af2 sang, Nona tv3 came. "Don't use this as a benchmark" said my Dad to my Beloved. Stunned He was. One way to go is: "simple yet elegant" continued Dad. We exchanged smiles. Truthfully, i can't wait :)

rows and flows of angel hair
and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere
i've looked at clouds that way
but now they only block the sun
they rain and snow on everyone
so many things i would have done
clouds got in my way

i've looked at clouds from both sides now
from up and down, and still somehow
it's cloud illusions i recall
i really don't know clouds at all

moons and junes and ferris wheels
the dizzy dancing way that you feel
as every fairy tale comes real
i've looked at love that way
but now it's just another show
you leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don't let them know
don't give yourself away

i've looked at love from both sides now
from give and take, and still somehow
it's love's illusions i recall
i really don't know love
really don't know love at all

tears and fears and feeling proud
to say "i love you" right out loud
dreams and schemes and circus crowds
i've looked at life that way

but now old friends they're acting strange
and they shake their heads
and they tell me that i've changed
well something's lost but something's gained
in living every day

Hayley Westenra is a good listen.

Friday 13th

It was a Friday, at least two years ago. All i can say is, there may be thousands of people surrounding us, but it takes only One to bring a smile on our face in moments of desolation. Conversely, it takes only One to impair our judgment with rage. This is what i'd like to call, true Love taking its course.

But, in paving our way to the lane of eternal bliss, there are bound to be thorns. Just step on it, and bleed if you may. The pain will definitely subside and go away. Ahmad Feisal, this much I Love You. May i not be the thorn for You!