from damien rice to enchanted by love...from present to the past..

The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice have been in my ipod playlist for quite sometimes. Since before winter when Evy said his name to me. I googled the song and downloaded it. Since then, I've been playing the song almost everyday.

I secretly have fell in love with the song.

So, why suddenly I'm writing about this? Because Nami wrote about it in her blog. I couldn't agreen more with her friends, saying that listening to the song is as if listening Damien Rice enchating love song cursing my soul with the lovely lyrics, voice and heart out to me.

Slowly I am falling on bended knee (in dreams, that is...) and begging for love. Everytime listening to the second verse of the song with the higher note of the song ...when listening to Damien, like he's singing his heart out.

Listening to the song at this time of the day (3.22am) to be exact, ..

"oo...Did I say that I loathe you...did I say that I want to, leave it all behind.."

I think I ought to stay awake until sahur so that I would be too grumpy eating my sahur with my eyelid half way open.

So, what did I do today?

Class. Cut the afternoon class. Why? too tired, wired out of walking around the city. It was cold today, but then, I missed walking around between the buildings, with the sun shining and looking around the shops.

And today, for the first time this semester, Yalis and I went for her photoshoot. Just behind the hall, as her theme something to do with the back alley. I missed walking around accompanying her doing her thing. (yes yes..I admit, I missed being photoed..) but I think, I treasure the walking, the experience more. It had became an habit, just walking.

I would definitely miss the city after this. I know, I've had months to spend here. But, it feels like I would miss it so much...Feels like the days just around the corner when I have to say goodbye to sydney. Oh well...

Lately, I've been telling too much here. Writing my heart out, sometimes I bored people with it. Even I, myself feel boring with me, with moi writing. I do not know what the hell I rambling about...just that, it felt really good doing this.

Hmm. Tulis punya tulis, reminds me back of old good times...

So, aku pun belek balik posting lama. Oh, how you must've thought I am a person who jsut can't get enough of herself. Not about, I was just reminiscing the times that had passed me by.

So, I ran into one of my favourite childhood story. I had something that I call "my mukhsin moment"

Mukhsin, Orked dan Old Memories...

-mana layang-layang tu nak pergi?-

I missed those good old days. I wished we had taken a picture together. We probably had, but it must've gone when I moved.

Then, the thought of celebrating Aidilfitri for the first time without kissing my parents hand..made me browse my old posting on that.

.raya.memoirs.and me.

kisah budak comot.

yes...memoirs. memories...I am thanking Allah SWT every day, for giving me the chance to have all my love ones in my life.

Then I ran into the saddest posting that I could ever write. Until now, every time my mind wanders thinking about Nurul, I would always have tears in my eyes. I would choke and feel like crying out. Oh how I missed her...my baby sister.

Kejap je nurul dipinjamkan
.saddest Goodbye.

"Yuyu, kak yong sayang yuyu. sayang sangat2 yuyu."

My auntie kept on saying "Sayang anak mama...sayang anak mama....mama sayang dia.."

Sudah lebih setahun rupanya Yuyu pergi. Al-fatihah.

aaa...almost 4.00am. Should stop now, and have my sahur. Tak mahu layan sedih.

Selamat berpuasa.
Selamat hari Selasa.

xoxo,
sydneysiders.