Leave back all your worries and troubles of yesterday, Make yourself a silent promise to make today a better day. Now my dear friend, a brand new day lays ahead of you, Face it with pride, because it is a gift and is totally new. May all your goals and ambitions for the day be set, I wish you have an amazing day and a night without regrets. Good morning buddy. Have a grand day! poem by wishafriend
.... dienn. it's seven thirty dear where are you, I wonder.
how does she feel,
if he lashes out
if he turns out really mean
playing out full force
letting every shred of secrets
of thousand years long keeping.
would there be hatred?
that calls for perpetual revenge,
and he wouldn't think of the possibility
not even a tiny bit
not even when rationality goes down the drain.
he will remain like yesteryears that he never play ransom that he is never hostile he wont kill anyone he tries not to hurt people. he had swallowed bitterness as he walks down the lane. and he is fully aware that he had been keeping the window open a channel dedicated to a special friend for a walk through as life captures colour of rainbow through rain, thunder and sunshine. and he never close the little window, a channel.
It goes by many names
in timeliness of lives.
call it archives, call it historical facts, call it past happenings.
Still the toughest point to ponder
is always about making sense of the whole thing.
I cant paint a picture better than nature,
my blue is always skewed towards purple
my reasoning can sometime borders absurdity
and for that I put myself less than perfect.
on an factual plateau,
I could never harm you even a little,
even if I could be misconstrued as being BAD.
so don't worry,
you recovered fast admittedly
you have settled down
probably better than what could have been
you will continue through the process
with many responsibilities in your bare hands,
to this far, things are alright
therefore syukur, alhamdulillah, thank God, Amin.
and of course now you can cook better
...... :) beyond ayam kicap
and beyond kowteau upgrade
and make food licking good and set your dream right. and see the dream through and be happy....
It's not easy too on my part at the beginning
the worst is the lingering guilt feeling
for allowing another to go through desolate phase
while I was then coping through an unprecedented journey
and it took a number of years to sooth guilt feeling
and making the new journey workable..........
Yes, of course we keep looking back
to understand and give meanings to happenings.
on something precious,
- a secret,
bringing lives into chaos
sinks to the bottom of sanity.
a delicate sabotage of recent 370 flight,
viewed as package of strategies,
to tilt equilibrium,
on economic and security scales,
on egoistic venture too,
over blue water or red land......
and can the distinction appear clear
of economy, politics, and personal pursuit
to wipe all clean for survival.
I wouldn't know....
But my dear
I read what you wrote
over what you had been through.
Now that we are following certain Routes
in a way identical, and yet different.
It would be easy to let in
elements of remorse and vengeance
in routes we are taking.
But for safety of many
shall we let past be past
however bitter it could be.
For not letting myself be known after so many years,
beyond what you already knew
and what I had shared
however little, my dearest friend - feelings, minds, and thoughts.
I seek apology, sorry...., if that is forever necessary
There were crossroads I had come across
and routes I had taken
that were not all sweet and rosy.
Believe me, we are in similar route now,
to be thankful with journey we are in
and the future that lies ahead.
from One and Only we should seek blessings.
to keep revisiting the past
may cause needless pain and sadness
but there are lessons all over
if we choose to do so........
and what I wrote and will write
which connects past, present and future
are not meant to be hurting,
in fact to ensure some sense of sanity
Realism in the world we are living in.....
breaking dreams into some degree of reality.
both bearable and manageable
as we get on with friendship.
I can assure you that I had never play ransom on lives.....
I wouldn't argue with your list,
and for the moment
I will settle with a shorter list
a husband to Ummi
a father to lienn and rienn
a brother to the rest
a son to Mum and Dad
a fierce boss of a few companies....
a good cook for fish head curry
and a poor singer
(trying hard to sing Adele's - someone like you)
a second longer,
staying a step further,
the probability of standing side by side
or wishing you good morning
when it's becoming unbearable
to step into another level
of real friendship
no mask, no restraint.