Mid-Day Report

Posted: 13th October 2007 by daddy in Uncategorized

After performing the aidilfitri prayer, i went to cucuk some duit. I forgot to do so the day before. I have to give my mum some duit raya. After having breakfast (dah sebulan tak bekfes ni), we went to the tanah perkuburan to visit my father’s grave. There were many cars and it caused massive traffic jam in the area. Well, it is the most popular graveyard here in Kuching, even the late Head of State was burried here. We spent almost one hour there and the weather was so panas that my peluh was pouring like air paip.

On our way back to home, we stopped by at the new Petronas Station near the toll bridge (it was new to me coz that’s the first time I’ve seen it). I bought a shaver, didn’t shave for the past 3 days. I felt like I was a stranger to Kuching. The vast development in Kuching made me stunned for a while.

At home, I turned on the air-cond and read the papers in my room. Then, I went online for a while, browsing whatever website that crossed my mind. Pretty boring and dull.

I had my lunch, and it was a heavy one. Argghhh… Mengembang la lepas nie.. My eyes feel really heavy, but I can’t sleep. I am tired of something that I don’t know. Maybe I’m missing somebody……

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
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

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

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
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

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
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