Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
Last change : April 2011. It has been 1 year and three months since I changed the template of the belog. You know, the process and procedure for all these things are quite hard for me, so it is nearly impossible that I can always change the layout.
So, after that 1 year and 3 months period, this is the new look of the belog. Hope this is better than before. Qyqa Mokhtar said my previous template was like a wallpaper of a kindergarten. What the? Haha.
And I changed the song as well. Lately, I am immersed with She by Elvis Costello. This song really reminds me of my mom. What a sweet daughter I am, am I? ;)
Last change : April 2011. It has been 1 year and three months since I changed the template of the belog. You know, the process and procedure for all these things are quite hard for me, so it is nearly impossible that I can always change the layout.
So, after that 1 year and 3 months period, this is the new look of the belog. Hope this is better than before. Qyqa Mokhtar said my previous template was like a wallpaper of a kindergarten. What the? Haha.
And I changed the song as well. Lately, I am immersed with She by Elvis Costello. This song really reminds me of my mom. What a sweet daughter I am, am I? ;)
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she
Anything that could not meet your satisfaction, kindly please tell me. I will change as long as I can :)
Wallahu'alam, wassalam~
p/s : HUGE credits to Afifah Ubaidillah for the precious consultation :)

5 love letta(s):
No biggie. HUGE back. heeeee (:
awak yg comei,,
blog awak nampak comei cam awak laaahhh <3
hahaha
yeah yg previous memang cam kindergarden tp comei juga..
^^
tp yg ni ag comeiiii
ish brapa kali comei da aku nak ulang??? =p
effa, HUGE ke HUG ? hehek :D
qyqa.. kannnn. aku rasa yang ni lebih sesuai dengan jiwa aku yg matang. tapi yang lama tu sayang jugak. cantik seyhh :'(
Haha. typo sudaaaa :P
nak HUG cakap je laaa :P
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