You are my number One

I dedicate this song to my beloved ONE... Dear mak, I always be loving you..

I was a foolish little child
Crazy things I used to do
And all the pain I put you through
Mama now I'm here for you

For all the times I made you cry
The days I told you lies
Now it's time for you to rise
For all the things you sacrificed

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

Mum I'm all grown up now
It's a brand new day
I'd like to put a smile on your face every day
Mum I'm all grown up now
And it's not too late
I'd like to put a smile on your face every day

And now I finally understand
Your famous line
About the day I'd face in time
'Cause now I've got a child of mine

And even though I was so bad
I've learned so much from you
Now I'm trying to do it too
Love my kid the way you do

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

*credit to Maher Zain

Dear God

I dedicate this song to my only love, (although this song is mainly from a man to a woman) with a hope that one day he knows how deep my love towards him...

 

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love
Purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you
Is to hold her when I'm not around
When I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again, oh no
Once again

There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
And all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah

Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
When hope begins to fade...

 

My heart is belong to YOU only.

 

Being Pressured

"The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year."

— John Foster Dulles
Former Secretary of State

Every person born with different talent and ability; different fate and of course different problems. We have right either to keep our problems alone or to share with other person.

Now, I have been pressured with lots of problem that might not stop until I die.

Feel like I want to empty my head and stop thinking about problem for once.

*The wise people will solve their problem in rational and try to put their emotion away.

Big House vs Small House

Sometimes a few difference cultures and thoughts between me and husband always collide and jump into a serious conflict. For example, the house issue.

For last one year, we live in my father's rent house. It is a small house that my father used to rent that house to people. But since I got married, he asked us to live in that small house for temporarily until our financial is stable.

We always argued on the people who come and out from that small house. (I mean his friends, my guests) I didn't mind if they want to pay a visit to our small house once a time, but the house is a very small house, and I am the only female in that house. When the came over, the house will full, and of course I have no privacy to go to washroom, or even to go to kitchen. So, the only thing I would do if they came, I just sit alone with my son in my room.

The house is very small. It has 2 rooms, a living room, a small kitchen and a washroom. If you come out from room, you will see the living room, and direct from that, the kitchen and the washroom.

Since I managed to get myself to Pakistan last Eid. I start to understand that the Pakistani loves to visit people and they will spend almost 5 hours with the visitors. So, cause of I understand my husband's culture about visiting people, I asked my husband to find another big house so that I have my own privacy in my own house.

Well people. My husband did find a big house for me; a triple story house, but.......

1st floor will be his friends' "house", while me and kids will be in the 2nd floor. All the stuffs will be put at the 3rd floor.

Well, still, I have no privacy, right?
 :( argument again :)

First Writing

Inilah medium yang akan mengetengahkan segala butir perasaanku terhadap dunia Pakistan dengan diriku.