It starts with Hans Zimmer; the battle.
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| Clark and Lana. (read till the end, then you'll figure what's about this picture) |
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One thing that’s good about instrumental is that it could pause the time, even though the clock on the wall is ticking as usual. That’s the thing about instrumental. However, hardly it is to find the right time where the power of instrumental find its way to govern yours truly. I haven’t felt this way for such quite a while. One of the reasons might be due to absence of keeping in touch with the good melody without vocals. Nevertheless, I’m forever grateful to be gifted with hearing and all. Alhamdulillah.
People can really change with time. The relationship for human’s change and time is linear, mostly. Yet if we plot a graph on certain minor/major group of walking and breathing ignorant, we may find their graph is constant. Not the changing is constant, but no change at all; zero or a tad too small as we can’t see the difference with the gifted pair of eyes. Not that I’m saying my graph is linear up, of course there are downs and crooks here and there, and constant too. I just don’t wanna live in denial by refusing to admit the factual truth to you, or to myself but well, I’m working on it. Isn’t a life is life-learning for improvement process?
I just read on the net about Stephen Hawking after he was being mentioned by my roommate just now. We talked about how his brain is somewhat “berair” or something and yeap, you should really google about him too. He has ALS and all, and his nerves have started to break down since he was 21. I am nearly 22 and most of my friends already are but we haven’t suffered from any illness or killer diseases. That point should be really taken into consideration, dear friends (that’s including myself). So again, Alhamdulillah as we have air in our lungs, mothers that love us much despite we might not as brilliant as Hawking or Einstein or Tun Mahathir.
And as for me who is anxious towards one sole matter, thinking how Hawking copes up with his life all these years could just draw away those negativity. Really. besides, I have spent little portion of my time today by reading a very good book (I’ll discuss that book later, if I know I how to put the values into words.hehe) and yeap, playing squash. Both are therapy to anything ugly I've to go thru and lift my spirit quite a bit higher than usual. Needless to mention, steaming hot Nescafe (I just like this word so much) right in the morning which is my all time favourite can really magnify my happiness to a bigger magnitude for today. Which means; rotten and stink mood turned to be a wonderful with colorful rainbow on the background, one in a million as the soundtrack and such. or, Julian Morris appears in my view in the middle of nowhere with a mug of steaming hot nescafe that leads to endless of good and long conversation. (stop! my daydream skills is proven here, more or less)
Oh, we were talking about instrumental. Don’t get me wrong, am not a really a big fan of Vanessa Mae or Maksim or else Beethoven but well, for me, instrumental is just not merely instrumental. One way or another, it soothes you to the core, albeit not to the deepest. At least, that’s one of the way and still, if the negativity still lingers around, for fellow muslims; I believe we know what’s best to do even your heart is screaming out loud not to.
Oh by the way, I have a lot going on in my mind before I decided to write yet for the time being this is all I can manage. I’m really becoming more secretive these days, eh? I quite think so too. After all, those secrets aren’t crucial in my life or yours so I bet, not a big deal. The big deal for today is about me getting sleepy and be ready for morning class tomorrow. such a dork sentence to finish with.
It ends with Vanessa Mae; Romeo and Juliet.
No, it ends with it ends tonight and untitled.
p.s: untitled. the good old days during foundation years. had my dinner with a friend named syui at USM cafe. smallville was on tv. that song never sounded so good before, but well it really fits the end scene of the episode. i could still play the series of images of Clark Kent, big wide football field, he disappeared into the gloomy darkness. (SmallVille Season 4, Episode 13; Recruit).
and, that's the only episode of smallVille I ever watched, but never slip away from my mind.
