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BUNGA..LAALALA!~

OK..in the middle of cad dwg..i feel like shouting out my thought here... currently listening to insan n bunga by tiar ramon.. seriously..i know not who on earth tis tiar ramon... accidently found tis song..i ges he is somehow somewhat a singer from p ramlee age..aneway.. here is the lyric..

Insan Dan Bunga.

bila musim gugur tiba.....
halamanku indah berseri.....
penuh bunga penuh mempesona.....
hati riang tak terperi.....

bila musim gugur tiba.....
bunga jatuh ke bumi juga.....
hatiku pun hiba melihatnya.....
nasib bunga tiada lama.....

begitu juga insan.....
hidupnya seperti roda.....
tak ubahnya bak bunga.....
bila layu tak berharga.....

bila musim gugur tiba.....
bunga jatuh ke bumi juga.....
hatiku pun hiba melihatnya.....
nasib bunga tiada lama...

the question is.. are we really like bunga... and the answer is..im not sure..it depends..n i thnk even saying 'bunga' is too general... to an extent of saying, yes we r like bunga bcoz we r mortal ..well, all the things in this univers are mortal.. even lembu.. err.. r we like lembu too? im thinking.. it depends of what kind of bunga are u? if u are some sort of exotic flower, err.. a rafflesia maybe..people would pay much attention toward u...i ges..especially when the extintion of ur species is alarming.. but if u are some sort of bunga rumput ( is there such thing????..i ges..yea).. people would bother not..they step on u...ouch..tat's hurt..

ok..on second thought... i think, being like bunga is not bad at all...indeed there are similarities of a bunga and a person...the being of a bunga- blossoming and becoming attractive... fading-falling-forgotten... nevertheless..this cycle does not occur to all bungas.. some bungas.. are plucked once they blossomed..preserved..then turn into sorm sort of art deco material...it goes back to what kind of bunga u are.. at stage of blossoming and becoming attractive.. its gonna be..yes..yes..yes.. its da same.. in once life, there is a stage when he became most attractive, adored, admired, wanted...and what so ever.. probbly when at the point when he is the richest, cleverest, or whatever -est...and.. i thnk theres nothing wrong about it.. being attractive..being at the greatest point of life..yes..nothing wrong..its juz the being of a living things..BUT...

the being of bunga...regardless..at what stage it is..either petals or blssomed bunga..the being is to keep praising The Creator all the times...and we human being.. are we really like bunga... or do we juz remember our creator when our life begun to fade away... indeed..bunga n human are creted by the same creator, Allah The Magnificent!


So..be like bunga.. and decide, what kind of bunga are u? what about kiambang???








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pech said…
klau lembu mkn bunga,mcm org mkn org?
aiyak!
June 5, 2008 at 3:05 AM
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