Of Sundays

I just got back from Shah Alam.. from meeting my favourite author - Noor Suraya. At first rasa malu juga nak pergi jumpa dia.. she's sitting nearby the stage.. together with other Creative Enterprise's artists.. But after the prize-giving ceremony for Karaoke Contest ended, I beranikan diri juga... and she was sooo great.. orangnya sungguh lemah lembut dan tenang.. automatically rasa malu beransur pergi... after introducing myself and bersalaman dengan Kaksu, we spent time chit-chatting. I asked her questions about her books, herself. But I did not stay long, even though I wanted to. I did not want to disturb Kaksu, and I wanted to give other fan of hers the precious opportunity to spend time with her. I was so happy because I've got Kaksu's signature on my copy of Nyanyian Tanjung Sepi (NTS). I also bought one more for my friend, Sharifah Munauwarah and Kaksu autographed it too. As with her other fans, Kaksu gave me a souvenir, a lovely multi-color covered pencil, which will make a fine addition to my collections.

To Kaksu, my sincere thanks for your precious time , for signing my copies of NTS and for the lovely gift. I will continue to read your wonderful books. Also, tak sabar nak tunggu cerita Alang dan Nuha.... Thank you for making today a happy Sunday for me..

I usually spend my Sundays tidying my house, resting and sometimes, meeting friends. That is when I do not have any class. I am not really the outgoing type.. nor am I the homely type. But I am a loner - by choice and by nature. Probably because of my upbringing, being the eldest grandchild. I was the only child for four years before my brother was born. My grandmother and my parents are very watchful of me in my early years. So, I was used to playing alone, playing with cats, playing with the elderlies. And in later years, I only play with my siblings. I did have friends from school, but since most of them lived far away from my place, we only met at school.

I do have my own friends. Best friends, the ones I can really go crazy with. My zany, crazy, optimistic and brilliant friends. My trusted consortium. But, being true friends, they understand me completely and they accept me as I am. They know when to be close, and when to leave me alone. They are simply great.

During of my years of being Faizal's friend, weekends were the times when he was usually quiet. No sms, no calls from him. And I never complained, for I knew the reasons too well. And this was where being a loner came handy. You don't really depend on others to entertain yourself. When he was busy - be it with his work or family- I did my own things. Always did my own things. Watching movies, Friends series, tending to the garden, going out with friends to lepak at JB City Square, shopping, re-decorating my room, going for island vacation, snorkelling - the list is endless. Who has time to miss anyone, or to even complain? ;)

But there are times when he was able to contact me on Sundays. Once, he sms me while he went jogging on Sunday - though God knows how he managed to do that. I mean, when you're jogging, you are jogging. How on earth did you sms people when you are running? Even myself, normally I will go down the hill to the beach to jog. The moment I arrive at the seaside, dah lupa diri dah. What's with the people, laut, the magnificent view - macam mana lah nak sms? Let alone when I am jogging. Terer jugak si Faizal ni.. or.. could it be that he said he went jogging, when what he did was strolling? hehehehehehehehehehe...

Here's a lovely song for all of you...


Never On a Sunday by Melina Mercouri

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday
is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday a Tuesday a Tuesday
in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday a Friday
and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday
cause that's my day of rest

Most any day you can be my guest
Any day you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day a hot day a wet day
which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a gray day a May day a pay day
and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleak day a freak day or a week day
Well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday
the one day I need a little rest
Oh, you can kiss me on a week day a week day a week day t
he day to be my guest

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A Dedication To A Very Respectable Friend

To DSJ, my very respectable friend from JB City, a.k.a Tanjung Puteri.. Senorita by Justin Timberlake

SENORITA

On that sunny day
Didn't know I'd meet
Such a beautiful girl
Walking down the street
Seen those bright brown eyes
With tears coming down
She deserves a crown
But where is it now
Mamma listen

Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my...

Running fast in my mind
Girl won't you slow it down
If we carry on this way
This thing might leave the ground
How would you like to fly?
That's how my queen should ride
But you still deserve a crown
Well hasn't it been found?
Mamma listen

Senorita, I feel for you (Feel for you)
You deal with things, that you don't have to (No, no)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (He don't love ya baby)
But you could feel this real love (Feel it)
If you just lay in my...
Ah, ah, arms... (Won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms... (Mama lay in my) Ah, ah, arms...
(Baby won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms...

When I look into your eyes
I see something that money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
And no longer will you ever have to cry

Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to (Deal with things you don't have to)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (No, no)
But you could feel this real love (Feel it)
If you just lay in my... Ah, ah, arms... (Whoa) Ah, ah, arms... (My baby) Ah, ah, arms... (Oooh, yea) Ah, ah, arms...

When I look into your eyes
I see something that money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
You won't ever cry

Now listen I wanna try some right now
See they don't do this anymore
I'll sing something
And I want the guys to sing with me
They go "It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?"
And then the ladies go "I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you"
Guys sing It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
And ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you
Feels good don't it, come on It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Yea, ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you
Show the good to me
Sing it one more time It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Yea, yea..
It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you

Gentlemen, good night
Ladies, good morning

That's it

Welcome Back

Welcome Back , DSJ, this post is dedicated to you... about your song.. hee hee nanti I akan post, okay...

Next week Insya Allah I akan balik ke Tanjung Puteri...

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