21.02.09 past midnight
Will you dance, even though you may fall?
Will you run, even though you may be left behind?
Will you try, or will you stay to regret?
Will I turned to be her
And you turned to be me
In a time that has passed through our fingertips?
Mon Amour,
About the things I never said
And the promises that never be fulfilled
Lief,
Maia
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Forever Young
When was it? How was it? Can you feel the touch of life of every thing that you've experienced for the first time.
First movie, first concert, first club, first cafe, first restaurant. First school, first shopping time. First time I bought the shoes. First time I have a friend, first time I cried, first time I laugh, first time I feel happy.
When was it? How was it? Its all feel so distant in memory.
First movie becomes just another movie, first concert becomes just another concert, first cafe becomes just another cafe. First kiss becomes just another kiss. All felt bland and hazy. I'm growing old and boring.
The need to feel, the need to live, the need to feel alive.
I don't want to tone down with time. I don't want to be a silly teenager either. But I want to feel alive. And if imagination, the open-mindedness to feel new experience is there.....(what if?)
Forever Young
First movie, first concert, first club, first cafe, first restaurant. First school, first shopping time. First time I bought the shoes. First time I have a friend, first time I cried, first time I laugh, first time I feel happy.
When was it? How was it? Its all feel so distant in memory.
First movie becomes just another movie, first concert becomes just another concert, first cafe becomes just another cafe. First kiss becomes just another kiss. All felt bland and hazy. I'm growing old and boring.
The need to feel, the need to live, the need to feel alive.
I don't want to tone down with time. I don't want to be a silly teenager either. But I want to feel alive. And if imagination, the open-mindedness to feel new experience is there.....(what if?)
Forever Young
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Dendang Serapah
Kemanakah pergi
Mencari kebenaran?
Kemanakah berjalan
Menyusuri kejayaan?
Akankah Kau cari di jalan-jalan setapak bertabir malam?
Wahai Engkau, Satria-Satria berpakaian lusuh
Adakah hati yang murni di puteri-puteri cantikmu?
Bilakah engkau berhenti menghamba
Pada angsa-angsa anggun itu?
Wahai Engkau Juwita-Juwita perajut mimpi
Adakah tulus di hati pangeran-pangeranmu nan berwajah malaikat itu?
Untuk siapa kau rajut, tirai-tirai cinta itu
Wahai Satria dan Juwitaku?
Mencari kebenaran?
Kemanakah berjalan
Menyusuri kejayaan?
Akankah Kau cari di jalan-jalan setapak bertabir malam?
Wahai Engkau, Satria-Satria berpakaian lusuh
Adakah hati yang murni di puteri-puteri cantikmu?
Bilakah engkau berhenti menghamba
Pada angsa-angsa anggun itu?
Wahai Engkau Juwita-Juwita perajut mimpi
Adakah tulus di hati pangeran-pangeranmu nan berwajah malaikat itu?
Untuk siapa kau rajut, tirai-tirai cinta itu
Wahai Satria dan Juwitaku?
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