Commemorating My Twenty First

In a couple of minutes, marks my twenty one years of being alive. And with this I don't feel the need to celebrate myself so much, but appreciate, the woman who got me here in the first place and also the man that helped me be where I am. Having these two people who puts my safety, my contentment and evolution at the forefront is both humbling and gratifying.
And on this day I don't want anything else, as you both have given me the best gift any child could ever asked for; that is to be showered with unconditional love which allows me to be just like the both of you and to receive the neverending support for me to be whoever I am destined to be.
Everything that is good about me grew because of you, Mama and all of my knowledge and wisdom blossomed from you, Abah.
Although thank you will never be enough, as long as I am well enough to say it, I will never stop.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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 difference.

by Robert Frost

Oh, how relevant.

If only all Superheroes can write like Chris (Martin)

Strawberry Swings by Coldplay

They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water bring me round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water what ya say?
When it's such…
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait until the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away?
When it's such…
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Could be blue,
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away

One of my favourites off the album, I superlove this. Only Coldplay can pull this off awesomely(if there is such a word). Oh and to any bloke who digs this (the song and the video), marry me? Haha. So cool like that :)

Summer

Season of changes, it is
Where flowers bloom at it's peak
And the sun shines, sunnier than ever.

I Carry Your Heart with Me

Syaza Faiqah Dearest,

I have been ducking the subject of saying goodbye to you since day 1, because truth is I hate goodbyes, they are never good for me. But then again, this is the dream, yours and mine. Today will be the day you bid hello to greatness, the starting line. Sky is the limit, adik, nothing is impossible. You will be the best you can be over there, and although I won't be around physically, my presence is always with you. You carry my heart with you, don't you? Too bad for you, I'm giving you the whole damn thing. Carry that. Always. In your bluest days and your happiest moments I am with you. I might not be around to hold your hand while you walk over the rock that might trip you, but if you do, I'll help you up every step of the way. After all, what's the time difference going to do to us? I sleep at the most odd hours, anyway. We are doing the long-distance thing baby, and it's going to work. All my lame jokes, take that with you too, you know you're going to miss it. And as I type this, tears are falling down my cheeks, but they are no longer of sadness, but of me being so, so proud of you. The catterpillar has morphed into a butterfly and what a beauty, you are. You can and will make your dream come true, adik, and I love you dearly. Ingat Allah selalu, and your family back home, our prayers are always with you. Although I know, InsyaAllah you never will forget. But as I remind you, it is a reminder to myself too. So, This isn't goodbye, adik, but just a mere see you later.

Drench yourself with words unspoken
Life your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
-Natasha Beddingfield, Unwritten.