Beautiful Worlds
by Faye Kusairi3.1.10
Mama Do
Today is a Sunday. A day to put my mind at ease by maybe, doing something fun. Well, naturally I was born energetic and a lil hyper. So, yea. I have to somehow drain my energy. Or otherwise, I'll become passive for the rest of the day and feeling fat crappy! *sigh*
Mama woke me up early for breakfast. Only the four of us; Yan, Mama, Edeh & myself. Edeh had to leave early because he had to go to work; day shift. So, Yan. Mama and me had a mild conversation about relationships. From Acik Yetty's son; Faiz, Edeh's relationship with Mimi and of course, mine. So sweet of them to worry about me. Well, the conversation started about Edeh & Mimi. As usual, Mama complained about Mimi went over-board controlling Edeh and that she disapproved their relationship. I do agree with what we had conversed and so do Yan.
Personally, I reckon that based on Edeh's relationship with Mimi for the past year has too many complication. If I were him, I'd take a step backwards and respect my family, especially my parents counsel. Yea, of course it's ardous or seems unfair. But I personally reckon that parents have the privellege to say or give wise advices for us to follow through. I believe that they do know better about most things about us. All they want is the best for us. As childrens, no matter how old or aged we are, we should learn to appreciate our parents as long as they exist in this surface of earth. I mean, where else would we go to tell some what personal matters and get trustable advices from? To me, my parents are a living encyclopedia; my living life dictionary.
Anyway, back to the conversation I had with my parents earlier. Mama slowly asked me about my current social status. She was being very respectful by not directly giving a question about who am I currently seeing. Out of flaws and all, she knows what I had been through. So I kept in silence; waiting for her advice or her piece of mind. After a while, she told me that I am now eligible to be with someone. That I deserve someone that has potentials of taking care of me and making me to stay put. In another word is to manage me. She knows that I can manage others but often fails to manage myself; the only reason I am unpredictable and indecisive. She even told me that I've got at least 2 years of chances to be 'tasteful' about life and relationships. Outlandishly, what she told me was merely what I had been thinking and setting my life for this year. So basically, this is what I want, what I need and as well are my parents. I am happy when my family are as well.
And so to conclude, I feel very lucky to have such cool parents; a father who offer privelleges in life and a mother who cares deeply about her childrens. I believe I am well aligned for the future with their help. Respectably, I prioritise my family especially Mama. She showed me to understand what love is and how life creates the world around us. Mama knows best. Mama Do.
posted by Faye Kusairi # 12:45 
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2 adnil years..
One year, two years, time goes by.
People laugh and people cry.
Every morning the clock strikes eight.
I go to work. I close the gate.
And on my way, I sing a song,
about my wife, where I belong.
If the clouds get together
and talk about the weather,
if it's rain they anticipate,
baby, make no mistake.
Yes the storm will break
but never me, you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me,
only you can see me.
For what I've got
Sir Lancelot
was just a dream
and I am not.
For I am he
with something more,
it's you and I
reality.
If the clouds get together
and talk about the weather,
if it's rain they anticipate,
baby, make no mistake.
Yes the storm will break
but never me, you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me,
only you can see me.
Two years on.
Two years on.
Ah....
One year, two years, time goes by.
People laugh and people cry.
Every morning the clock strikes eight.
I go to work. I close the gate.
And on my way, I sing a song,
about my wife, where I belong.
If the clouds get together
and talk about the weather,
if it's rain they anticipate,
baby, make no mistake.
Yes the storm will break
but never me, you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me,
only you can see me.
For what I've got
Sir Lancelot
was just a dream
and I am not.
For I am he
with something more,
it's you and I
reality.
If the clouds get together
and talk about the weather,
if it's rain they anticipate,
baby, make no mistake.
Yes the storm will break
but never me, you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me,
only you can see me.
Two years on.
Two years on.
Ah....
# posted by 
: January 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM
: January 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM
Two More Years
In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence
They say: 'be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way'
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened
I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years...
You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you
You don't need to find answers
dead weights and balloons
drag me to you
dead weights and balloons
to sleep in your arms
i've become crueler since i met you
ive become rougher, this world is killing me
we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents he hide in their rooms
we bury our secrets in the garden
of course we could never make this love last
i said of course we could never make this love last
the only love we know is love for ourselves
we bury our secrets in the garden
xstonedz
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In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence
They say: 'be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way'
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened
I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years...
You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you
You don't need to find answers
dead weights and balloons
drag me to you
dead weights and balloons
to sleep in your arms
i've become crueler since i met you
ive become rougher, this world is killing me
we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents he hide in their rooms
we bury our secrets in the garden
of course we could never make this love last
i said of course we could never make this love last
the only love we know is love for ourselves
we bury our secrets in the garden
xstonedz
# posted by : January 3, 2010 at 10:16 PM
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