Celine Dion!!! we are coming...!!!!

oh..oh...i can't help it..i am soooo excited...me hubby and moi are going to see 1st time ever a concert together...even mase muda-muda bercinta dulu pun tak pernah went to see one...Now, i will not let the chance go...bukan senang nak tgk kak celine ni ngangi kat KL, lagi pun cek abe tgh kayo-rayo bulan nie..so apelagi, bila lagi nak memperabiskan duit die...kuang-kuang...LOVE YOU darling, thank you so very much for the tickets...due to the fact that the price for the tickets are sooo mahal, apelagi, beli yg paling murah ajer lah, tak kesah lah asal kan dpt tgk CELINE DION CONCERT LIVE!!!!!!

enjet-enjet semut...

was blog-hopping and stumble upon this very cute, creative yet have very deep meaning little cartoon...enjoy...

haqim&aspalela

alahai..at the moment, this is danial haqim's favorite song...pantang dgr jer, tangan dah naik2..badan goyang2..hihi..cute...

the 100th!!!

wah! nearly hard to believe, finally reach my 1ooth entry...thus, it also means, a lot of rantings, membebelings, commenting and and others have been posted here...well, a lot more are coming up...i really hope, Insyallah :}

starry starry night

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frame less head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...