Saturday, September 30, 2006

Say A Little Prayer Luv

Say A Little Prayer for me daily luv...

From the moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you..
While combing my hair now
And wond'ring what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for you...

Chorus:
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart, and I'll love you
Forever, and ever, we never will part, oh I love you
Together, forever, that's how it should be
Living without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me...

I run for the bus dear, while riding I think of us dear,
I say a lil prayer for you
At work I just take time, and all through my coffee break time
I say a lil prayer for you...

Chorus:
My darling believe me
For me there is no one but you
Say you love me too...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The love of my life


I couldn't imagine life without you luv...

Incorrigible Emotional Fool

I carry this whereever I go...Something special my luv wrote to me on 14 February this year...Call me an incorrigbleemotionalfool...

My luv...


Me and the love of my life...

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Start working...Start fasting too

Today is the day I'll be moving up north. NO NO NO...not Prai, but Ipoh. My management has decided it's best for me to manage that area. I took that as a welcoming challenge. But, what a blessing it is. It's my future father-in-law's kampung! Coincident? I'd say it's fated. My car carries Ipoh registration plate too!

The best part of that management's decision is that am closer to my Luv! Looking forward to go down to KL every weekend. The first trip would be next week to buka puasa with you Luv (of course spend time with you too). Moreso, with the financial gains that I received...ehem...by moving by slightly south, I'm not complaining (with huge grin on my face). Luv, it won't be long before my entourage pinang you!

Gotta go now. Wanna buy some stuffs to prepare for my trip later after bukak puasa. To all muslims, Happy Ramadhan. May all of us enjoy this holy month with greater sense of belongingness and forgiveness.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Smile...Happy...Glad.

Happy Anniversary ma luv...

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

AN MPO CHAMBER CONCERT AT DFP!

The Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra (MPO) ensemble will present a chamber concert on Wednesday, 13 September 06 at 6.30 p.m.

The ensemble will present works such as William Byrd’s ‘The Earl of Oxford’s March’. This arrangement for a brass ensemble was made by a leading British trumpeter, composer and conductor, Elgar Howarth. The ensemble will next present ‘Sonata pian’e forte alla quarta bassa’, composed by Giovanni Gabrieli which was originally scored for eight instruments. It was published in Venice in 1597.

Next, there will be a performance of ‘Music for Brass Octet’, one of a dozen works for various-sized brass ensembles composed by Anthony Plog. Dating from 1981, this work was dedicated to Edward Tarr whom the composer described as ‘a noted baroque trumpeter and scholar’.

The MPO ensemble will also perform ‘Masques’, composed by Claude Debussy in 1904, a work inspired by verses by a poet called Verlaine. This will be followed by ‘Short Stories’, a work by Finnish composer, Jukka Linkola. Premiered in Sovonlinnan, Finland, on 17 July 06, this work is described as a ‘concerto for brass ensemble’ . It was dated in 1992 and dedicated to a Swedish writer of children’s stories, Astrid Lindgren. Each movement in this work is inspired by one of Lindgren’s stories.

The concert is expected to last for an hour. Tickets are priced at RM10 for all seating categories. Bookings can be made by calling the Box Office at 03-2051 7007 or fax 03-2051 7077 or email dfp_boxoffice@petronas.com.my

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Pretty Ugly

Never really heard of this song...Up until a few weeks back. I find it nice. Period. Go try listening to it then judge yourself.

Pretty Ugly - Diari Seorang Lelaki

Dari semalam ku tunggu
Fikir kau pulang ke pangkuanku
Ku dengarkan lagu cinta
Pilihan terbaik kita

Ku mainkan CD berulang
Lupakan segala ucapan
Perpisahan yang kau pinta

Benar dikau ku cinta
Tiap detik ku puja
Kau sering perhatiku sambil belai rambutmu
Tak ingin aku lupa kenangan yang tercipta
Berikan aku diari ku tulis setiap hari

Terjaga dari tidurku
Terima panggilan dari jauh
Katakan saja kau rindu
Setahun ku hilang arah
Ku tempahkan tiket sehala
Malam ini kitakan bertemu
Tunggu di bawah lampu

Bercinta berkasih bagai Adam dan Hawa
Bergaduh selisih buat kita sempurna
Janganlah dipendam luahkan perasaan
Tiada benci di hati itulah destinasi

To his Coy Mistress

I just read this wonderful poem by Andrew Marvell...nice.

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.