It's Monday, I am not ready yet to story about my trip to Desaru but first I would like to share with you all the song that I've been listened throughout the holiday. Yes, last weekend was witnessed the full moon. I couldnt take my eyes off to the full moon when the night came. This song kept playing in my MP3. I felt like missing so many things. In other words, this song "pujuk" my soul perfectly. How I wish , this song is dedicated to me. Enjoy guys! I have to get back to my work! ;)

Something that I can remember about my beautiful past. This is a great song. I would tell you this song is the theme of my Desaru's holiday! Hahahaha. Enjoy!






You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together
Ive lick my wounds but I cant ever see them getting better
Somethings gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger
Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior
Somethings gotta change
It must be rearranged, oh

Im sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah
Whoa

The room was silent as we all tried so hard to remember
The way it feels to be alive
The day that he first met her
Somethings gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

You make me think of someone wonderful, but I cant place her

I wake up every morning wishing one more time to face her
Somethings gotta change
It must be rearranged, oh

Im sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right

So much to love
So much to learn
But I wont be there to teach you, oh
I know I can be close
But I try my best to reach you

Im so sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah
Whoa, oh
Yeah

We happened to our past is part of our future. We can’t ever forget what the lesson has brought us today. The true is about to reveal. Based on true story,The Pacific is created to show to the audience about the sacrifices that have been made by those warriors in World War Two.

World War Two has long gone in today’s history. I’ve been watching the brand new HBO’s Miniseries “The Pacific”. There is nothing but a serious war between U.S’s Marine and Japanese’s Soldiers. I am not the huge fan of the Band of Brothers but this time I would agreed that THE PACIFIC is part of my favourite show. Behind the scene, Band of Brothers producers Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg re-team to produce this ten-hour World War II miniseries based on the books With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge and Helmet for My Pillow by Robert Leckie. Additional interviews conducted by the filmmakers in collaboration with Hugh Ambrose (son of late Band of Brothers author Stephen E. Ambrose) detail the arduous odysseys of U.S. Marines Sledge, Leckie, and John Basilone from their first skirmishes in Guadalcanal to their eventual return to American soil following V-J Day. Of all the episode, my most favourite is part 8. Something about this episode that teaches me about destiny.

Part 8 – IWO JIMA



USA, John Basilone requests re-assignment from his bond promotion duties and is transferred to Camp Pendleton as an instructor. There he meets Sgt. Lena Riggi, who is in charge of the mess hall. She's no pushover and it takes several attempts before she will even go out with him. Basilone's enlistment is up in a few months and he must decide if he is going to return to civilian life or sign up for another tour and accompany his men to Iwo Jima, their next assignment. He and Lena decide they are going to make the most of the time they have together.



Increasingly frustrated by his role campaigning for war bonds, Basilone convinces the Marines to allow him to train troops headed for combat. Transferred to Camp Pendleton, he enjoys a whirlwind romance with an initially reluctant female Marine, Lena Riggi. But the couple know they are living on borrowed time, as Basilone is soon to take part in the Marine landing on Iwo Jima. He got married to Lena Riggi and the luck was temporary. Sgt. Basilone is dead during PUVUVU’s war.

Before I start to write more , let me presenting you my mother's favourite song - Love song by Andy Williams.



Everyone in this world is born after 9 months in the very protective tummy. Within those magical months, we will eat what she’s been eating and sometimes we will play the kicking games. Yes, she is the first human that connected to us. Without her,there is no way we can survive till the day we were born. I am sure everyone has their own favourite music but it can never be compared to the sound of her heart beat. ‘SHE’ is the queen of ours heart. ‘SHE’ is ours pillow, spoon , home, and teddy bear. And ‘SHE’ is someone that also known as ibu, ummi, mama ,mom, mother, mum and mummy. I seldom talk about my mom and always put her as the second best after my Ayah. But tonight is about her " MAK ".

She left me when I was 16 due to liver cancer. I was not mature enough to understand the lost. The day my mom passed away, I couldn’t shed a tear but my elder sister did. It was 3 days before the 2008’s Aidilfitri. I saw all my relatives from Singapore were in the sad mood. Of all the tears I’ve heard on that day, my Ayah had brought me to the hell of sorrow. He cried out loud when he spoke to his mom on the phone. In my entire life, that was the first time I ever saw my dad crying. I was totally in shock and just that moment. I knew, my dad would never be the same again. He just lost his other half and beloved wife.

I’m at Hyatt, Singapore now and tomorrow is my last day here. Singapore is Mak’s hometown and the place where she first met my Ayah. I don’t know, too many bad things happened to me recently but tonight It really get my nerve. How I wish, Mak is knocking that door and giving me endless hugs because I am so lonely now. I wanted to go Bedok and visit my relatives but I don’t think I have a chance to do it because I have to get up early morning tomorrow to catch the first flight with my boss. I think I will come here again next month. I am very tired but little sad because deep inside I am missing MAK. The smell of Singapore is reminding me of her so much.

No one knows where I got the singing talent, height, friendliness and confidence. I’ve inherited all these from her. I love the way she behaves. She never had been awkward to interact with the crowd. She was damn brave to speak up her mind. On the fashion sense, when she was young she loved heels, wigs, and fancy clothes just like me. Yes, she was very sexy before but by 40s she stopped fancying herself. Afterall, I love the way she carried herself. She was always being the centre of attention and never let people bored. She would entertain everyone who comes to our house with her never ending stories. Yes, it cannot be denied anymore that my characters are so much like her but my physically is apparently like my Ayah.


Through that window, I see the moon is so alone. It portraying how alone I am right now. The only people I call from here are Kat and Nita. These two ladies were shoulders for me to cry on when I as having a bad time those days. I was wondering, Mak was a lucky woman. She met her soulmate at early 20's. While me now, still haven’t found the one at 28. Everyone wants to have a family and appreciate life at the same time. But again, only the luckiest woman will have that in her very young age. I wish, Mak is around to advise me about man because I don’t know how to deal with this species anymore. It’s very hard to find someone who can be with you at all time. My Ayah was a perfect man. He was always at Mak’s side. He was always stronger than Mak. He knew how to handle Mak’s hot temper.The best part when Mak was restless and stressful, my ayah will always be the first person to comfort her. In return, Mak gave us life and loved us unconditionally. I guess, that is love. Two people are completing each other.

I think, I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking for but missing my parents.