...today is.. National Day. yeah yeah.. haha, hehe.. haiz... it seems no diff than normal days, and my cousin is singin the ndp songs.. he refuses to eat, so dad got fustrated and confiscated his drawings, he cried like mad... wah piang, wanna go out also no where to go, write poems also veri fan.. that pitch like darn high sia... sleep also cant sleep peacefully.. aiya... today will be a super borin day for mi.. sian... dont know got what hmwrks... sci.. i only know turning effect, the rest like alien to me, maths also, drawing so waste of time... aniwae... huang kang...!! so long nv contact him.. sian... sms also nv reply, call also nv pick up. gosh.. dont know what happen, he's crying even louder.. arghh!!! yeasterday cant sleep, so I write a poem... wait ar i type out, it's in my hp...



The Rose

The tender petals of the lovely flower,
That silky green leaves like jade,
Along with the long, gentle stem of her
She is perfect, without flaws.

The tender petals of the lovely flower,
Clear the crystal droplets of the fresh rainwater,
As sunlight shone on her bright red dress,
Oh, my heart had been impressed.

The battered drops, the new arose,
That silky green leaves like jade,
Stand out at the golden light and pose,
They’re beautiful.

Enduring the winds, so strong, so heavy,
And the acid rains that hurt her, ruin her beauty,
Along with the long, gentle stem of her,
She is still upright, and as new as her before.

How I’m glad to be her gardener,
To watch over her, to admire her,
Visitors come, and they all say,
She is perfect, without flaws.

©copyright, August 8, 2007 Kyanta Hidayat