Saturday, April 17, 2010

let me go home

Saturday, April 17, 2010 4

This is just a tribute to my hometown, Muar. eh. Tribute? Any word will do. haha...
Please ignore any romantic crap you sense in the song. If any. I just want to focus on the coming-home theme. haha...

Another summer day
has come and gone away
in Paris and Rome
but I wanna go home

May be surrounded by
a million people I
still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters
that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you

I would send them but I know
that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
and you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
but I wanna go home
I got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living
someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
when everything was going right

And I know just why you could not come
along with me
This was not your dream
but you always believed in me

Another winter day
has come and gone away
in either Paris or Rome
and I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
a million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

[bando Muo]

[bus station]

[a magnificient view from the river]

[a mosque just across the river]

credit goes to Wikipedia. LOL

p/s I strongly deny any attempt of saying this entry as some sort of home sick. The hell it's! haHHa!

Monday, April 12, 2010

of trap, exit and escape

Monday, April 12, 2010 0

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the

- Robert Frost

This rutted route,
I'm well aware
of the snubbed ground
I'm standing on.

One more smile I fake,
I'm a plastic.
One more notch I make,
Then I'm a broken plastic.

If a broken plastic is what I'm destined to become,
so be it.
If surrender is the word,
then let it be so.

Exhausted by this perpetual fight,
the continuous vexation is no longer a choice.
It was an option
which later became the fate.
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