Journal Entry 6

Seen here in this photo is a butterfly on top of a hand. The hand belongs to Ridzuan, my friend and the butterfly belongs to nature of course. The outside part of the butterfly's wings are brown in colour whereas inside it is purple. This photo was taken on the fifth of February 2008 while I was on a camping trip at Gunung Nuang. It was a trip organized by the UNITAR Recreation and Adventure Club or better known as URAC. Almost forty UNITAR students took part in the 3 day 2 night expedition. I took the photo while we were on a break from the hike to our camp site. We were sitting beside a waterfall, quenching our thirst when a beautiful butterfly came out of nowhere and landed on Ridzuan's hand. It seemed not disturbed by the number of curious and amazed eyes concentrating on it, watching its every move. Ridzuan didn't dare to move his hand, afraid the butterfly would fly away. Amazingly, the butterfly did not budge and kept on slowly and gracefully flapping its wings until it was time for us to continue our journey to our camp site.

Child of Burning Time

I'm looking to the sky to save me,

Looking for a sign of life,

Looking for something help me burn out bright,

Fly along with me,

I can't quite make it alone,

Try to make this life my own.

All I need is a moment,

Chance to get away,

From the stressfulness of every day,

Know if I don't question,

And I never doubt,

Everything is going to be okay.

I need somebody, someone,

Can’t somebody help me?

All I need is to be,

Loved just for me.

Postcard poems (10/10/08)

Dancing in the Moonlight

Dancing in the moonlight,
the disco lights were burning bright,
everyone was drinking through the night,
some even got into a fight,
Do you remember that fateful night?
when we feast on the Thai delights.


My Guy

You were always have been a bubbly guy,
made everyone sing and smile,
with your perky cheaks and silly smile.

You came into my life without a single word,
you show me light when I'm in darkness,
to cherish life and all its wonders.

You are the wind beneath my wings,
and the source of my happy things,
thank you dear for all this years,
you have become my closest ones.