Tuesday, August 11, 2009 @ 7:35 PM
bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
Insignificant.
Inconsequential.
A piece of wood.
Floating in the ocean.
Without direction.
Without government.
Without a care to the world.
Just blue skies and stormy seasons.
Tearing up piece by piece.
As every wave pushes it far.
Remnants of a modest.
No single trace of memories.
No single trace of tyranny.
Broken.
Hurt.
Lost.
A drifter.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Either smiles or cries.
Either laughter or hurt.
Here again it goes.
Drifting about.
Leaving everything.
Behind.
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
John Lennon.
John Lennon.
Liverpool Football Club.
This Saturday your season starts.
And my heart will fill with joy again.
My heart will sing again.
To your tune.
My pride.
I give to you.
My heart.
I leave it with you.
You gave me the best here in Singapore.
Now I shall do what I do.
For you.
As I am part of that 12th man.
Honoured.
This Saturday your season starts.
And my heart will fill with joy again.
My heart will sing again.
To your tune.
My pride.
I give to you.
My heart.
I leave it with you.
You gave me the best here in Singapore.
Now I shall do what I do.
For you.
As I am part of that 12th man.
Honoured.
"You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are.
You are what you are!"
John Lennon.
You are what you are!"
John Lennon.
amin.
