Wooden heart or steel?

My heart is hurting now. I googled for reasons. You know, maybe I ate something that will cause this pain. But, instead, I came across an old song I always remember. A song I cherish a lot.

Picture taken from here

Can't you see

I love you

Please don't break my heart in two

That's not hard to do

Cause I don't have a wooden heart

And if you say goodbye

Then I know that I would cry

Maybe I would die

Cause I don't have a wooden heart

There's no strings upon this love of mine

It was always you from the start

Treat me nice

Treat me good

Treat me like you really should

Cause I'm not made of wood

And I don't have a wooden heart

This song is called Wooden Heart (Elvis Presley). You see, I always choose to believe that I can make my own kind of love story. You know, the -not-so-common ones. But I ended up stuck in the cliche patterns. Boring. Maybe I should start to educate myself to good music. The ones that will made me NOT think about this song (that since just now stuck forever in my head with mental image of elvis presley and the dool).

Things are quiet lately. Too quiet to be precise. Nothing much happened. Not so full with drama(s) except few panic attacks when exam and assignments take the toll on us. At the very least, I am glad that the busyness take my minds off whatever I am burdened with.

The hunt for baju melayu at Jalan TAR. 

Met Jeremy (my ex-housmate's son) during his vacation trip here and we talked about things in Malaysia and Australia. We also made lots of discussion about life, cultures and love. Topics got wider by the time I asked about commitment in life. He playfully agreed on life with commitment is hard, it was way more fun without one. Now that I think about it again, I guess it really is. No expectation, no hard feelings, not much  no tears, no headache. After all, I think I have still lots to catch up in life. He told me how he loves adventures and been trying lots since little. Always want to try so many new things in life, so I know I must use every possible chance, be opportunist. Will do. Thanx Jez. I am glad you enjoyed our tour (haha!) and Malaysia. See you when I see you later. Cheers, mate.

Did lots of reading lately. All the exam topics are not good for my health. They made me think too much over issues like 'Dasar-dasar kerajaan' and 'Perintah Am' but somehow lots of thinking of those made me realize that I also need to play my role as a good citizen. We will start with... err.. any suggestion?

the <3of  housemates (pic courtesy of Aliaa Zawani)

the cake during QUT farewell (pic courtesy of Erma Heldayu)

The real rafewell is nearing. No, it is already here. I hate goodbyes. Friends are always my best resort when I started to think unnecessary things.

I guess somehow I am still not over this.This small tiny little thing.

Recovering.