It was nice to have my housemate fetched me back to Ipoh. Thanks Chan Jant. :) Earlier, I was thinking if we'll have things to talk about since we haven't had much of a chance to get to know each other before this and we're just familiar around each other as housemates. I happened to tell her I felt like eating ice-cream before leaving the house and she had to go to PETRONAS, so in the end..we had ice-creams at the petrol station before heading home. Hehee. Throughout the journey, we chatted about random things in the car bout ourselves, studies, songs and stuff. Before I knew it, we were soon back at Ipoh. The journey didn't seem long at all despite a bit of a traffic jam. I guess time actually flies when one is having a good time. I kinda wish the journey home was a little longer so that our conversation didn't had to end so abruptly, so that we could have chatted more. Cos it was unexpectedly relaxing and comfortable to chat with her all the way back while my music playlist was playing on her car stereo set. Moreover, it's the first time we really had a decent conversation since we both shifted in in May. :)
Tommorow, I'm heading to Sekinchan to spend my hari raya break wif my family and relatives. Whees! I need to study too at the same time for two more mid-term papers. Aihss. But just hope I'll feel refresh and prep up for uni life again after I'm back. =)
Friday, July 25, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Run Free
I wish I could go for a live concert now.
Thank you dear piano, for the comfort and refuge when I need one.
When I don't feel like telling anyone how I feel,
When I feel a surge of emotions and let it out,
When I'm bored, carefree or zoned out,
When I feel a void in my heart,
When I feel hyped up with energy and enthusiasm,
When I hear a new lovely record or track,
When that One unforgettable song gets stuck in my head,
Drumming in my ears softly; quietly; loudly,
Over and over again,
When I simply feel like listening to the rhythm of musical notes.
So I let my fingers run free,
To endless stream of music,
Removing my walls,
Brick by brick,
And let my fingers run free.
I don't play the best music,
But listening or playing it,
I feel a depth of familiarity,
Of comfort,
Of enlightenment,
Which keeps me going,
When life gets to me.
Thankiu 'hak pak' keys. U've been my 'second remedy' to my pillows, bed and blanket. :)
Thank you dear piano, for the comfort and refuge when I need one.
When I don't feel like telling anyone how I feel,
When I feel a surge of emotions and let it out,
When I'm bored, carefree or zoned out,
When I feel a void in my heart,
When I feel hyped up with energy and enthusiasm,
When I hear a new lovely record or track,
When that One unforgettable song gets stuck in my head,
Drumming in my ears softly; quietly; loudly,
Over and over again,
When I simply feel like listening to the rhythm of musical notes.
So I let my fingers run free,
To endless stream of music,
Removing my walls,
Brick by brick,
And let my fingers run free.
I don't play the best music,
But listening or playing it,
I feel a depth of familiarity,
Of comfort,
Of enlightenment,
Which keeps me going,
When life gets to me.
Thankiu 'hak pak' keys. U've been my 'second remedy' to my pillows, bed and blanket. :)
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