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Nanti.
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You’ll forget me by and by. Yes you will.
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It’s a four letter word
a place you go to heal your hurt
it’s an altar, it’s a shelter
one place you’re always welcome
a pink flamingo, double wide
one bedroom in a high rise
a mansion on a hill
where the memories always will
keep you company
whenever you’re alone
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming… home
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Well they say it’s where the heart is
and I guess the hardest part is
when your heart is broken
and you’re lost out in the great wide open
looking for a map
finding your way back
to where you belong
oh well that’s where I belong
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home…
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming
Home…
Home….
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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…
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Home.
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My KaCher forwarded me something that turned out to be a very good read. It made my morning, and I bet it will make my day.
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I am not going to tell you what it is. Yes, I am greedy that way.
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All I want to say is, “Like attracts like.”
And this ‘Like’ has nothing to do with Facebook.
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Ku Relakan
Jay JayJelas terpadam sudah
Nyala bara asmara
Hatimu membeku
Dingin sinar matamu.
Tak tergamak diriku
Membiar kau tersiksa
Dipenjara oleh cintaku
Yang tak lagi bermakna padamu.
Ku mengundur diri
Ku berpaling dari dikau
Yang segalanya buatku.
Kasih
Ku relakan perpisahan
Seandainya kau bahagia.
Kasih
Kurelakan penyiksaan kedukaan
Menimpaku hingga akhir masa.
Hanya ku pinta
Sesekali ku hadiri rindumu.
Berlinang airmata
Tika melepaskanmu
Izinku pergi membawa diri
Ke halaman gelap mentari.
Ku mengundur diri
Ku berpaling dari dikau
Yang segalanya buatku.
Kasih…
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Abang…
Tak nak jawap.
Abang merajuk dengan Ida ye?
Tak nak jawap.
Janganlah cenggitu. Kan Ida dah ada ni. Bang…
Tak nak lah. Ida asek busy manjang.
Oh lah sayang sayang buah hati. Jangan lah merajuk bang. Come here Ida bagi head massage nak?
*terdiam tapi macam menahan senyum*
Hah, diam tu nak lah tu kan?
Massage belakang Abang dulu.
Oooookayyy, boleh… come.
Lepas tu head massage.
Caaannn. Ida siap bagi facial massage jap lagi, come.
Lepas facial, kaki pulak tau.
Oh kaki pun nak? Okaylah. Anytime, Abang punya pasal, don’t worry be happy. Boleh. Come here.
Lepas kaki, tangan pun kena massage.
Amboilah demandingnya! Takpe, Ida layan dengan serangkap pantun memujuk ni…
Nasik lah lemak buah bidara,
sayangkan pucuk Ida lurutkan;
Ida dah call mak, Ida tak kisah saudara,
Punyalah nak pujuk Ida urutkan.
Abang nak kena jawap ke pantun sayang ni?
Ehhh! Abang panggil Ida sayang lah!
Ohhh? Sayang perasan Abang tak panggil sayang sayang eh?
Mestilah! Abang ingat Ida ni OSIM ke? Mesin urut takde perasaan?
Abang ingat sayang tak perasan. Hehe.
Eh dah hehe lah! Dah abis merajuk ke ni?
Not until after the massage, no. *dan dan garang balik*
After pun after lah bang. Asalkan Abang abis merajuk and panggil Ida sayang macam biasa. Tapi betul lah Abang merajuk eh?
Tak nak jawap!
Hahahaha! I love you too. Abang merajuk cenggini sexy lah bang.
Dah, jangan mengader. Urut cepat!
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I was reading him a bedtime story, holding the book with one hand and holding his hand with the other, when he felt my ring.
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Edrick: Mommy, why are you still wearing your wedding band?
Mommy: *feels ‘caught’ in a way and can’t answer*
Edrick: If you are not with any man now, you are not supposed to wear a wedding band.
Mommy: Okay. But I am not wearing it on my ring finger.
Edrick: Yeah. But you’re not with any man anymore.
Mommy: Okay, I’ll take it off. It’s only my engagement ring anyway.
Edrick: But Mom! You are not with any man now.
Mommy: All right, all right! I will take it off!
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An explanation on why I was wearing my engagement ring on my middle finger would have taken too long. It was bed time anyway. Bad time.
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