Salam and peace to all..
 |
| A piece of advice as an intro |
Now summer is here. I don't know I should be happy or not, cause I'm not actually into the summer. The reason is, days are longer than nights. This means that Subuh finish early and Isya' start late. Another reason is, people wearing less and you'll see more skins (thank God I'm a girl). I personally feel that summer's style not really eye-chatching at all as compare to autumn's, winter's, or even spring's. What do you expect in the summer, people wearing sleeveless shirts, shorts/hot pants/mini skirt, flip-flop/sandal. And maybe plus other accessories like hat and shades. Nothing really special.
I shouldn't complain about summer, I have to go through this seasons eventually. Not like I can escape it anytime, it's sunnatullah, hukum kejadian alam. I can't change it. Well, maybe this would be my last summer and my last season in Melbourne. Who knows..
I've been contemplating lots of things in my mind recently. Thinking bout my past, my present, and my future. I guess I've upgraded myself a bit although there are times myself not fully function (what Italian call dolce far niente). There are times I deactivate and reactivate myself, then emptying all the various junk files inside myself. Haha.. It's all the process of learning and upgrading actually.
My present and my past does not change significantly (don't ask about physically changes, I know I 'gain' a little bit). I don't care really much bout my past, cause it's already gone. Now I'm worrying bout my future. Afraid that my dreams didn't actually come true. If my Plan A doesn't work out, I need to have Plan B, C, etc.. But, I don't think I have any other talent as my backup. I don't have anything that I can confidently say, "I'm really good at this, this, this" even though I've already put an effort.
People said, talent comes with interest. My interest, since I was a kid until now is MUSIC. Too bad that I don't have any basic knowledge about music and what's more, I'm a tone-deaf! I really wanna master in playing musical instrument especially piano and guitar.
 |
| My wish list #4: To have that mini guitar |
I believe my time will come soon. The time that I'll be shining and flying. Patience, hard work, passion, and fortitude; thats the words. But for now, I just wanna put my records on and enjoy the moment.
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon, So sweet.
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside (just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
- Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae
p/s ~ one of the fearful thing is the person you trust most stab you in the back.
No comments:
Post a Comment