NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans
i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
21:32
"cinta, tegarkan hati kutak mahu sesuatu merenggut engkaunaluriku berkata, tak ingin terulang lagikehilangan cinta, hati bagai raga tak bernyawa..."_______i guess its true that i'd rather write nothing then to consciously write something for the sake of doing so, and that explains why this space has been just lyrics for a while. maybe i just love to express myself thru songs. yet, i dont get angry at everything that lies along my path. once in a while, i think, "maybe if i could write a little bit of my week, even if nobody wants to know about it." and then i turned back (literally "clicked" back on the browser) cause that'd be totally crap, doing something that i know has no meaning. yet as i pen this down, i just thought of updating some of you about what's going on in my life right now, cos i pretty much kept mum about this... ___ ... but gee, no matter how much i want to express. i doubt anyone would understand. feeling stagnant, left alone, deprived, and what have you. i hate those cliches, "i know how you feel", "it's ok, i've been through that.", "you're not alone"... whatevs. maybe i care too much.too much... ___ "i tear my heart open, i sew myself shutmy weakness is that i care too muchand my scars remind me that the past is reali tear my heart open just to feel..."___i missed having petty arguments.i missed being stood up.i missed having rejected calls.i missed feeling insecure.i missed crying because of unreasonable stuff.i missed all the waiting.i missed getting hurt.being alone reminded me that all those bad moments can be missed all the same.i missed being missed.i missed being hugged.i missed getting sweet whispers.i missed the anticipation of looking forward for the next meet up.i missed the giggles during late night chats.i missed having someone beside me in the train.i missed the 'holding hands' moment.i missed the grips.i missed having someone saying the words that i cant say.i hate having to cry alone.i hate having to be the 'aunt agony', Doc love...i want to be the ones seeking for problem solvings myself.i want to know that under the same sky, i have somone who's thinking of me too._______ i want to be loved.
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