Quoted from Babyface….

‘Twas late September the news came
And I got so excited, I cried all day
And you were such a lovely, precious site
When I saw our baby in your eyesIt was like falling deep in love
I heard the angels cry above
I felt a blessing straight from God
The day that you gave me a sonI called ’bout everyone I knew
Just think, I’ll be a father ’cause of you
There’s no greater love than what you gave
A brand new baby on the way

Dear Wife,

Both of you are the greatest gift from god. For sure I’ve never dreamt of this in my pathetic life. But that day… that day change me… a little bit! hehehehe

Someone gonna call me “daddy”….

Welcome aboard kiddo…

One n half year,

I’ve never touch this Blog… then I Seduced to open it again. Why not? I think its pretty cool to write things down in here (again)… so I could refresh em up and sometimes too get a funny things to read.

Well these past years maybe the “major turning point” of my life. My life is just started even it is a little too late. Well, Most of them (at my age especially), are already 4 – 5 years ahead of me.

But nothings are too late…

Hello dear Wife,
We found each other in a deep shit hole… When things going wrong in every direction… With so much ignorance and turbulences… and we keep on dancing with it…

But we survive aren’t we? And we will survive again…

So much for prologue…

And the song is…

I can’t stand still
I’m looking for something
And that something is you

You can be my rainbow
And I’ll be your pot of gold
But all that really matters
Are the things that we do
I do hope that one day
they’ll be a Me & Mrs. You

But I can’t stand still
I’m so excited, I just wanna scream
I see you right before me
And it’s like a real good dream

But I want you to know something, Baby
Yes, it’s really true
I do hope that one day
they’ll be a Me & Mrs. You

I can’t stand still
I’m looking for something
And that something is you

You can be my rainbow
And I’ll be your pot of gold
But all that really matters
Are the things that we do
I do hope that one day
they’ll be a Me & Mrs. You

I think I’ve found her…

Someone just came here and asked me whether I’m available for a date or not.
Then I said… it depends!

On what? Said him

On who’s asking?
On how you’re going to treat me?
On how’s your look?
On how… On how and On how? Said I

Ok… it’s me who asked! Said him

It’s me! I Who always fall in love with the woman I met.
It’s me! , who subscribes more to the egocentric philosophy of life,
my priorities leaning towards wine, women and…

It’s me! an unattached gentleman, free as a bird…
It’s me!, Who doesn’t depend on nobody and nobody depends on me…
My life’s My own.

It’s me! Who does have some money in my pocket, some nice threads,
and fancy car at my disposal. Now I’m broke…

So how’s that? Are U Available for a date? Said him again

Yeah Sure! Tempting…
Marry me will you???

Heeeeh? said him

Pheeewww, days of waiting had passed away. N days of hopes come ahead. A journey of searching for the most suitable being had ended. Moreover, a journey to fulfill the days with hopes, prays, hard work and improvisation comes ahead.

What’s next? Many things need to be done. We find it hard to set a priority and goals. Arguments, discussion and fights seemed so near and surrounding. Well that’s life! And we’d be glad to face it mutually. But what if we know what’d happen next? Hmmmmmmmm a well planned strategy to face it right?.

Imagine what would happen? If only we know at least a few minute after, hours after, days after? Would it give us benefits from it…. Yeah it would! A well planned strategy to face it right?. Everything will flow as planned no more surprising accident or mistakes…….. uuuhhh what a life. Amazing!

BUT! What kind of life is that? A life with no element of surprise is a boring life! I said there’s no life when there’s no surprise! And we said…. Surprise us! And we’ll face it whether is joy, sad, bad, good, luck or everything with plans, hopes, Works, prays and improvisations. Then we can call it a “Great life” instead of Amazing Life!

So what’s next?

Huuuhhhhh,

We call it a Valentine’s Day. A day of love, a day of lust, a day of wine and roses, is it?. Hehehe, I might call it so. That was a very strange day with strange feeling and also a strange experience.

Some weird and wonderful thing happened that night. It was a statement of trust, hope and “stupid” emotion of mine. Just simply flow by times without no plan and no hidden agenda.

It’s been a month. It’s been a pleasure and joy. But it felt like it was a loooong looong time ago. But it was just for a month. The cookies to share, the cookies to spare, and the cookies to give are mount up more and more. Grow with a cup of coffee with great taste. Caramel, chocolate mint, Dark chocolate, deep Irish coffee, mixed up with sugar and milk.

Huuhh, I hope things are going better. Thou it’s still with the similar type of ambient. Like “jazz” which had been affected by many type of music. It can be played soft, fast, rhythmic, and mellow and also funk. I hope this is the right “Jazz” I want to hear. An improvised version and also simply irresistible jazz, without too many distortion from the mainstream. But also not too many distortion from the funk. Yeah just a simply irresistible jazz!

With hopes, that I can get a long with the music. Some improvisation to make a beautiful melody, an unyielding rhythm and a vibrant volume will make a colorful ambient of music …… of life!

My Peaceful Life

Ever wish you could see into the future? If you answered “without a doubt” or “signs point to yes,” you are in luck. It is easy to get a sneak preview into the future with Magic 8 Ball. Take all the guesswork out of finding the answers to life’s more perplexing questions. Yes, this is the same Magic 8 Ball you remember from the past, and it is just as reliable as ever. If you don’t get the results you are after, you can always “ask again later!”

Sigh….. That magic balls was a sign. A sign to ask over… ask over a chance or I will never know what would happen next and miss the chance to get along with the joy. Hehehe I had planned to ask for an answer… but not that night. But thxs to the magic ball I saw in the movie “Ghost Rider” made me decide to ask…. For a chance… and it was 14th of February…. What a coincidence…

It was unplanned…. But come up with a great result…. Permission Granted! Yes!. Thou it was pretty weird “connection” at the beginning…. But that was the garnish!

So what’s up with future?

I never know and never want to know anything about “what’s next” . I’ll just run through it, with Prays, Hopes, Joy, Fun and improvisation. Since I’m up to no good with plans, then I’ll just plan things……. And then “improvised” …. N I know up to good in this…. Hahahahaha

Some people said… don’t judge a book by its cover! Since you’ll never now the meaning of what’s in it, until you read it. That’s true… I agreed with that.. And no doubt with that!

But judging a book by its cover?…. Well how bout this…. I decided to go further to read that book after being attracted by its cover… and I don’t see anything wrong with this too?

So, in this great, cruel, pathetic and wonderful world …… Judging a book by its cover?….. Well, It’s superficial, but that’s reality…. Yes a book judged by its cover!. Yes indeed!
Not everybody as good as you!…. You!, so called saint!

What a phony when I said…. I never attracted to the shell. Well, that’s the first notion, the first click and the first impression for sure. Before I decided to go inside and find the pearl within.
If I can find a clean, white and shiny shell among others… then I’d be stupid if I didn’t collect them. Imagine this: white, clean and shiny shell and a deep black solid pearl within! What a combination…. Isn’t it?

Though the precious one is the pearl itself. But there’s nottin wrong to clean and polish the shell, right?
Good appearance, well groomed, well-mannered and pleasant personality! What an eyes-wide-shutter!

Try this :

A transformable mimicry shell which can change to a black, dirt and vague shell and also to a clean, white and shiny shell? What it called? a liar? a hypocrite? a phony ? Or maybe you can call it a sociable shell?

Tick tock tick tock tick tock….
I’m a clock….

Again…. Almost 262800 hours I’ve been standing still in this cruel great pathetic and wonderful life. Sometimes it felt so slow…. Sometimes too fast… sometimes so right… sometimes so wrong… sometimes so sad…. Sometimes so happy (mostly). Granted with wonderful experience and sick as well. Granted with knowledge. Granted with friends, best friends and loverssss….

Tick tock tick tock tick tock….
I’m a clock….

My time flews…. Flews with plans…. Flews with improvisations…. Flews with fails…. Flews with victory… Flews unpredictable. The journey’s results of this year, summarized this whole years with lots things to learn, to smile about, to laugh about…. But not to cry.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock….
I’m a clock….

The automatic gears and parts inside me moved and keep moving… moving and moving. Never stop…. They stuck for a while…. But just for a while…. And then they moved again…. No one can stop them.
The glowing dial…. Glows as fire in the dark as it dare to face everything; the diamond shines as it smile to the world as a winner, and dimmed to the light as shy for its silence.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock….
I’m a clock….
I’m a clock with blood marked dial….. I’m a clock marked with dots and memoirs of the year:

January….
- Started this year with…. Accident …. I crashed my car. After a wild night…. Hahahaha direct punishment from god I Guess.
- Birthday celebs with the lambez
- “The Gift”

February….
- Vucklentine
- Dumped (again)
- Lies and Denial… and another lies and denial
- Back Again
- Fortification Under Consent of the “Quoted Unquoted”….. All the way… huahahahaha

March…
- Dumped for real
- Obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred
- Distraction found
- Party and party and party

April….
- Sign, glimpse and continuous dreams
- Another so-called distraction “Hot short caramel latte”

May….
- I guess it’s just for a reason…. For me to had that “gift”
- And VANISHED
- But still…….. That Cranberries’ Dream keeps lingering…..
- “Lucy and This Guy with fucking Diamond” …. Song from the Beatles

June…
- Can I Graduate?

July…
- Happy birthday dad!
- How to vary a bitch, a real bitch, and a fake bitch?
- Well, I’m good, I’m Single. I’m Popular and I’m rich!
- Wuzzup with black? ….. Sassy? Can be!, Cheesy? Can be!, Naughty? Can be!, Moderate? Can be!
- The SuperBitch is back… and buggering!

August…
- Judged and guilty as charged
- It wasn’t me!…… was I?
- Liar-Liar
- Half emptied baileys bottle
- psychoanalytical shortcuts into the pants

September…
- Victimized
- Goodbye…
- I’m a pretty boy
- Let it go… just let it go
- Pray for Qalbu

October…
- Forgive…. Just Forgive

November…
- Speak up and do something

December…
- Don’t you weary?
- Do they really want it?

Tick tock tick tock tick tock….
I’m a clock….

The ended past, the closed pages, the emptied bottles, the runaway bride, the ended dream, the sadness, the laughter the solved mystery, and all the good and the bad.

Well, it’s been fun, sad, mad and joy……… but it was just ended. And I’m gonna leave it behind…….So welcome better future……

Happy New Year!

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?

You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to eachother, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.

You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in here or there. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself……….. what a pathetic.

Quoted from Breakfast at Tiffany’s