* Judging.. *

salam..

seharian matahari menunjukkan diri ari nih.. hehe.. rindu sangat irene ngan matahari tuh!

seharian juga irene melakukan tugas2 yg tertunggak.. terlalu banyak perkara yg harus ditangani pada awal tahun sebegini.. tidak mengapa, irene cuba utk melangsaikan tugasan ynag sedikit sebanyak tertangguh kerana kekangan waktu dan kesihatan..

hari ni, irene nak kongsi sedikit pengalaman mengenai diri irene suatu ketika dahulu sebagai seorang pelajar. ye, PELAJAR. irene rindu zaman irene bergelar PELAJAR SEKOLAH MENENGAH. tingen sangat rasenye memakai semula uniform baju kurung putih berkain biru itu. sangat suci dirasakan uniform itu. zaman irene sekolah dahulu, irene hanya bertudung di sekolah. itu pun kerana desakan disiplin sekolah, yang tidak membenarkan pelajar mewarnakan rambut. tp susah irene nak terangkan pada waktu itu, itu adalah warna rambut irene yg asli. irene dan abang irene tidak berambut hitam.. warna rambut kami coklat keperangan, tp ntah laa.. zaman itu, kene pula kami nih melayu jati, sape yg nak percaya, betol x..

tapi kerana menyampah dengan tekanan guru2, maka akhirnya, sewaktu irene di tingakatan 5, irene mewarnakan rambut irene seperang2nya.. hahaha.. bukan mencabar undang2 sekolah, tapi kerana irene tidak suka apabila sesuatu yang irene tidak lakukan, tp difitnmah melakukan.. jd, nak bg org yang mengata tu puas hati, akhirnya, irene pon, BUAT LAH!

apa yang irene cuba kaitkan kesah ini dengan irene sekarang, hmm.. irene tidak suka jika sesuatu yang tidak irene lakukan, di perkatakan.. irene cepat bosan. irene cepat rimas. irene juga cepat tertekan dengan perkara yang irene rasa, irene x mampu nak tepis..

kesabaran irene senipis kulit bawang.. sangat.. bukan nak kata irene hebat, tp irene xkan lupa tumbukan yg pernah pernah irene lepaskan pd seseorang dakulu, yg terlebih dahulu mengeluarkan kekate kesat, kekata yang paling irene benci nk dgr.. tapak kaki irene pernah naik ke muka dan badan orang.. tp itu dulu.. sebolehnya, irene tidak mahu lagi insoiden seperti itu berulang.. jadi irene mohon ssangat2, tolong jgn cabar irene melakukan sesuatu yang irene TIDAK LAKUKAN..

irene tau, irene bukan org baik. irene tau, irene ade juga melampaui batas. tp irene masih tahu di mana sempadan irene bertindak. irene TIDAK SEPERTI ORANG LAEN yang mengikut kononnya arus masa. irene a bit conservatif. irene tau, org yang melihat irene ngan fizikal irene skang, akan berkata, 'oh, irene tu.. dia mmg g2.." TIDAK.
sila kenali dahulu siapa IRENE sebelom anda menghukum irene sebegitu rupa..

tolong lahh.. ini KUALA LUMPUR. bukan ceruk kampung. jgn menilai sesuatu hanya dari segi luran. irene x nafikan, irene kosong di dada.. irene jahil. tp insya Allah, irene amasih mampu berfikir..

*catatan ini didedikasikan buat seseorang yang telah mengenali irene selama lebey 30 tahun..

A.P.I.

Salam..

Menurut maklumat dr jbtn kajicuaca, angin monsun kini membawa hujan yg diramal berlarutan hgga Mac. Disebabkan itu suasana kini dingin, siang atau mlm..

Tp itu bukanlah sbb utk manusia bersikap dingin..

Irene dingin? Mungkin. Lately. Tp xde kene mengena ngan angin monsun ni. Just irene dingen kerana tekanan dr sekeliling. My job, my friends, my social network, everything lah..

Irene dingin, xbermakna irene jd org laen. I miss the warmth. I need the warmth. Tp bila akal mula berkata melawan kate hati, irene bekukan segala. Kebekuan itu menjadikan irene patung.

I miss the warmth so much.. Tp api itu xsehangat dulu.. Hmm..

When you have loved unconditionally and lost that love,
it leaves a wound that never heals,
a sad and broken heart, a void forever.

BACK TO DECEMBER..

SALAM...

irene de ske dgr satu lagu slow nihh...
lagu nih irene first time dgr on DEC 1, 2010..

sweet jek



nothing much to say, sbb lagu nih da cukup berkata-kata..

I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.

'cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night",
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leavin'
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall

Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye"

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night".
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right...

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.

But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night"
And I go back to December...
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I'd realize what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I'd go back to December all the time.
All the time

Change Upon Change

Da lama xlayan poem dr fav poet aku..

Presented here..



Change Upon Change

poem by Elizabeth Barret Browning

 

Five months ago the stream did flow,
     The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
     Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
     For if I do not hear thy foot,
     The frozen river is as mute,
     The flowers have dried down to the root:
     And why, since these be changed since May,
          Shouldst thou change less than they.

And slow, slow as the winter snow
     The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
     Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
     For if my face is turned too pale,
     It was thine oath that first did fail, --
     It was thy love proved false and frail, --
     And why, since these be changed enow,
          Should I change less than thou.