Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye my love I can't hide Can't hide Can't hide what has come I have to go I have to go I have to go and leave you alone But always know always know Always know that I love you so I love you so I love you so Oh
Goodbye brown eyes Goodbye for now Goodbye sunshine Take care of yourself I have to go I have to go I have to go and leave you alone But always know always know Always know that I love you so I love you so oh I love you so Oh
La lullaby Distract me with your eyes La lullaby La lullaby Help me sleep tonight La lullaby (la lullaby la lullaby) I have to go I have to go I have to go and leave you alone But always know always know Always know that I love you so I love you so (Goodbye) (Lullaby) I love you so (Goodbye) (Lullaby) I love you so (Goodbye) (Lullaby) I love you so (Goodbye) (Lullaby) I love you so I love you so
shortest route train in sabah is back........lai lai lai.....kta nek tren........
di jd kn cerita, sis ku bw nek....then bgun la aku ni awl pg...........huhu ( my mom says "c afen mau bgun awl pg? pcayala aku"....) well mom, ur youngest daughter ni confirm la tdo lmbt bgun lmbt.....but on certain occasion, i can ba get up early....hehe knn la....attend lecture pun mau hbs ba batry hp gara2 alarm yg blik2 kna snooze....bgus lg kna snooze kdg2 kna off then t'escape lecture coz tlajak tdo...aassttaaggaa melalut da sy....
ok back to tren....
ma famly n i r xcited ba tgu tren....ticketin line fffuuuhhhhh longer than lashes wearin maybelline.......pppsssttt ma anak buah kn trus kuar ba pondan dia gra2 tgu tren from kimanis to papar....
boboy n kadip....b'au2 dorg
then, d tren arrived n 4got to snap pics......malu bei.....byk org.....inside d tren, my sis n her son, totally deeply focus wit outside view.........wawa kn......
kkal n mommy.....
next.....is cam-whore-ing............well u r in a tren 4 an hour w/out doin nothin instead of sittin n chattin....then, if u r not takin pic of u then its a waste........empuk kn 2 krusi d tren....(=.=) slesa tdo.....murah jua tambang.......huhu nada kaitan kn dgn cam-whore-ing....but i dun care coz i knw u didnt care oso can.........
glue-ing my head wit d glass......n bcum a cup....
we r forcin our muscle 2 smile coz it was freeeeeezin cold....lyk hell be-fren wit an ice.....huh??
me n kkal.....
again me n kkal...but dis tym he wan 2 escape but me wan 2 kidnap him....hahaha
n dat goes my lil xperience......my famly plan - go 2 beaufort by train dis comin saturday.......im lookin 4ward wit it....n more pics r waitin 2 b snap.........
wednesday: evening got class.....so morning back 2 uni.....
thursday: full wit classes.....if possible evening will be goin home....so no need 2 stay in hostel.....
friday: freedom....no class at ol....so stay in front of t.v.....mayB la...if not, then lock myself up in my bedroom doin pile of works.......
weekend: heaven lo....t.v....eatin homemade meals.....oooooooohhhhhhhh not 2 4get dat yesterday's pile of works.....sigh.......n on9.....fb-ing....bloggin.....
*n dat goes my week....so wats urs?
no matter wat our week is - simple, boring, hectic, etc - there will owez have ways 4 us 2 face n re-do it again n again.....
I have read this book in your garden. My love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a favourite friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them…which is the reason I have not scrawled then in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most in yours – amor mio – is compared my existence here and hereafter, to what purpose you will decide, my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, seventeen years of age, and two out of a convent, I wish you had stayed there, with all my heart, or at least, that I had never met you in your married state. But all this is too late; as if you did so, which last is a great consolation at all events.
But I more than love you and cannot cease to love you. Think of me sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, but they never will, unless you wish it.