waraas? alhamdulillah...

lamaaaanya rasanya saya tidak berblog.

now here i am, di pagi yang indah ini..hehe.

i suppose everyone of you is doing fine, inshaallah.

i'm fine, my family is okay, except my mother.
we went back to see her last week, for 5 days-treatment & recuperation.
hopefully she's getting better soon.

i'm just pretty occupied with the makan gaji job plus dreaming plus my own "new baby(ies)".

heh.




#p/s : some of you might heard already, that RotiNotti is under "recovery session" from surgery, perhaps you want to drop a simple hello to her.

i hardly blogging lately, and when i do, sometimes (amidst of some other new interest revolving around) i do read your updates silently.
tho i do drop lil comments here and there, sometimes.

life goes on. we'r doing fine. we'r trying to make somewhat better, hopefully.
i'd share this song with you. first time i heard of it on countdown concert, ending minutes of last year. it's a good song tho i cant understand a single word but the melody somehow calming, soothing, touching. and haunting at the same.
as marka translated to me, it's a song of a dead mother soul(or father or anywho that might be related, i think) to her loved ones left behind.
i've tried search for the lyrics (translated) but failed, till i found in the comments column somewhere there. goodness.

presenting...A Thousand Wind



♪sen no kaze ni natte
watashi no ohaka no mae de nakanaide kudasai
soko ni watashi wa imasen
nemutte nanka imasen
sen no kaze ni sen no kaze ni naate
ano ookina sora wo fuki wataate imasu
aki ni wa hikari ni naate
hatake ni furisosogu
fuyu wa daiya no yooni kirameku yuki ni naru
asa wa tori ni natte
anata wo mezame saseru
yoru wa hoshi ni naate
anata wo mimamoru
watashi no ohaka no mae de nakanaide kudasai
soko ni watashi wa imasen
nemutte nanka imasen
sen no kaze ni sen no kaze ni naate
ano ookina sora wo fuki wataate imasu

♪Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

a boy, sweet-dear-thosometimescranky-little-innocent boy.

a mom, also a sweet equally "young" lady-maintaining her jelitaness at her best. heh.

a maid. a normal one. (nothing much to describe)

scene : morning. at their small little home and surrounding.

scene 1:
The mother gets ready to work, showered and she's late as usual.
The boy come into the bedroom, in his clean clothes and look fresh. He takes his toys (cars, trucks, trucks, or anything to do with transports;his favs) to their bed and playing around.
The mother talks to him gently and persuade him to leave the room for awhile, for her to get cloths on.
(note : it's a small-sized bedroom, so she cant move freely around when the toys and whtsoever laying on the floor, and the little kid now starts pulling her hand to living room to watch tv with him)

scene 2:
The mother now gets dressed and scarfed with little touch-up on her face.
(she's a natural beauty-firm believer. whether it works on her or not, tht's another case altogether). :-)
The little boy clung to her. And he starts to make "that face" now.
The maid tries to persuade him, and put on his shoes, as if they're going to have a morning walk outside.
The mother smiles, wearily. She knows another scene going to take place now.

scene 3:
They're walking outside their house. The mother should go to the right, to get to her car a block away. (oh btw, she rents a parking lot, 70 hengget a month, in order to avoid hassle with the security and management, lucky her, at least to get the chance to find one!)
The plan is, the maid to distract the boy to opposite way, and to fascinates him with birds, cats, or whtsoever tht might works.
Naah. He's quite clever this boy. (my dear boy)
He turns to his mother direction and finds she's walking away from him, so naturally he cries for her and runs to her.
My, my my...here's another scene. She knew it already.

scene 4:
So the mother takes the little boy walks to their car. He now seems very happy. And building up hopes, she guess.
Oh. They pass by security guards (pelakon tambahan) and he greets her as usual. Waalaikumsalam. Her brief reply.

scene 5 :
They reach at their car parking spot. She let him in, she gets in later, and put him on her lap, starts the engine, and off they go.
To their house.
The maid waiting for them. She takes him out from the car. The boy gets panic. And frustrated. He now crying.
The mother try not to watch him, but she couldnt resist. She mouthed words "bye..i love you.." from inside the car, but her heart cries out loud.
The boy hurls his hands try to reach out to the mother. She drove off.

scene 6 :
She now feels so guilty. And empty.
She turns on the radio, coincidently this song played on.



If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me
No "mommy" please dont go
If you leave me now, you'll take away the very heart of me
No "mommy" please dont go

A love like ours is love thats hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We've come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes we'll both regret
Things we said today

scene 7:
The poor mother writes this story in her blog.
She hardly concentrates on her works.