Saturday, March 20, 2004

25 Questions

When is enough enough?
When can u say i've had enough of this and walk away?
When can u say i've had enough and cannot be bothered anymore?
When can u say i've had enough and stop caring?
When can u say i've had enough and stop being you all together?
What do you do when you need to be in two places at once?
What do you do when you have your responsibilities but then something crops us and u need to drop it there and then?
What do you do when you dont have the power to take away the pain?
What do you do when you are helpless cause there's nothing you can do about it?
What do you do when you think you've had enough?
How can it hurt so much when it is not suppose to?
How can it hurt so much that you find it hard to accept and move on?
How can it hurt so much that you feel like crying but cant?
How can it hurt so much that it shatters your heart into pieces?
How can i say that everything's ok when its not?
How can i say i'm alone when i have friends who'll be there for me?
How can i say everything is gonna be fine when i know it wont?
Why do i psyche myself up even tho i know how bad the outcome is gonna be like?
Why do i do the things i do?
Why do i give in easily?
Why do i let ppl walk all over me?
Why can't i stay mad at a person for long?
Why do i keep feeling guilty even tho i'm not given a choice?
Why do i want someone to love me back when i should just be contented for having the ability to love?
Why do i keep lying to myself?

This is what happens when i think too bloody much...
why cant i just stay crappy and crazy all the time? Maybe just maybe i wont be so stressed out... but then i wouldnt be me would i?

Ingin ku sendiri meniti hari
Kala sunyi yang melanda sepi..
Alam bisu bagaikan mengerti
Berakhirnya sebuah memori
Ingin ku melangkah membawa diri...

Kini aku pasrah dengan segalanya
Kepedihan ini masih terasa
Apakah salahku..apakah dosaku
Tuhan beri aku/lah petunjukmu
Dan redha dengan kehendak mu

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3/20/2004 01:14:00 AM
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.The Writer.

I love standing in the rain, letting the feel of raindrops caress feverish skin, letting it wash away my thoughts, worries and pain. I love the feel of sand between my toes, the cool wind whispering in my ear, the soothing sound of the sea, the warmth of a hug. I love anything vintage, historical, mysterious and magical. I like to laugh, I like freedom and happiness, I like the idea of romance, being swept off my feet and happy endings. I currently have no idea where i'm going but i know i'll get where i'm suppose to be in due time. I want things i cant have, I dream of things that can never be but i'm too afraid to leave the things i'm familiar with even when i know i'm adaptable to change. I can be the person you love or hate, like or loath, admire or envy. I am not perfect,
I am just me.