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Tuesday, 22 July 2008

  • seriously ill

    why am i born with such a weak body
    what kind of sickness is this that i'm born with?

    its 3am right now...
    everyone is happily entering their dreamland
    why am i still staying up
    with tears continues rolling down from my eyes
    down to my cheeks and dies at my chin

    had been 10years i was suffering on this
    it hurts me deep into my bones
    without any giving any mercy

    couldnt even make myself stand on my feet
    couldnt even make myself lie down on the bed and sleep
    trying to lay down my head on the pillow
    trying to make myself fall asleep
    but
    the sweats of pain wet my hair and the pillow
    how can i rest
    while i'm filled with
    tiredness, sleepiness and painfulness

    this reminds me of the past
    while i'm still in my home sweet home
    when i'm in pain
    when i'm totally helplesss
    when there is nothing i can do
    when i can only wrap myself shivering in my blanket
    daddy used to comfort me
    daddy used to calm me down
    daddy used to stop my tears
    by accompany me
    by talking to me
    by helping me
    massaging my legs which are in great pain

    where is daddy when i need him so much
    where is my comforter when i need him so badly
    where is the person who cares for me
    when i need him so desperately

    i guess
    i can only continue sitting here
    wrapping myself in blanket
    looking out through the window
    waiting for the sky to turn bright
    and the pain to be gone

    i guess
    that is all i can do for myself
    when i'm in such helpless condition
    where there's no one i can find
    where there's no one i can seek for

    except
    there is someone i can seek for
    God, Jesus..
    the only one who is always there when we need Him
    the only one who is always watching over us
    He never sleep nor rest

    maybe this is a reminder
    for me to continue praying unto Him
    and seek for Him




Sunday, 20 July 2008

Monday, 30 June 2008

  • losing grip~

    Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?
    Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real..
    Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?
    Why'd you turn away?
    Here's what I have to say...

    I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
    Grinnin' with a lost stare,
    That's when I decided...

    Why should I care?
    'Cause you weren't there when I was scared
    I was so alone...
    You, you need to listen!
    I'm startin' to trip,
    I'm losin' my grip
    And I'm in this thing alone...

    Am I just some chick you placed beside you,
    To take somebody's place?
    When you turn around can you recognize my face..?
    You used to love me, you used to hug me
    But that wasn't the case,
    Everything wasn't okay..

    I was left to cry there
    Waiting outside there
    Grinnin' with a lost stare,
    thats when i decided...

    Why should I care?
    'Cause you weren't there when I was scared,
    I was so alone
    You, you need to listen
    I'm startin' to trip
    I'm losin' my grip
    And I'm in this thing alone

    Cryin' out loud
    I'm cryin' out loud
    Cryin' out loud
    I'm cryin' out loud

    Open your eyes
    Open up wide

    Why should I care
    'Cause you weren't there when I was scared,
    I was so alone

    Why should I care
    'Cause you weren't there when I was scared,
    I was so alone
    Why should I care?
    If you don't care, then I don't care
    We're not going anywhere

    Why should I care?
    'Cause you weren't there when I was scared
    I was so alone
    Why should I care?
    If you don't care, then I don't care
    We're not goin anywhere

Thursday, 26 June 2008

  • So near...yet so far

    here is a poem i wrote for my basic English presentation..
    its all about home...
    its all about how much i'm missing my family..
    especially my beloved DAD...

    There is a heavy rain coming

    And I wonder how the weather is over there

    There goes… my tears are rolling

    Here goes… how much of you I’m missing

     

    I’m here to make you proud of me

    But everything seems to be so hard and frustrating

    Eventhough to me they’re so tiring

    I promise, what I do will not be disappointing

     

    Home is where I’m the happiest

    Yet home where I’ve wept

    Home is where I felt I’m the luckiest

    Yet home is far away from where I’ve slept

     

    Sinking  with a longing words cannot describe

    Wondering when the time will come by

    For me to walk on a familiar road

    To home – that’s where I long to erase my goodbye.

     

     

    Pen by,

    sasa



Tuesday, 24 June 2008

  • time speed

    something came into my mind
    why are people keep saying
    "time passes so slow" or "time passes so fast"
    time passes with the speed of a second continue with another second
    the speed is always constant
    what does "slow" and "fast" means anyway??
    well, i always felt that time passes very slow
    because i was looking forward
    to go back to my hometown
    to see my parent
    to sleep on my own bed
    to be in y own room

    so, PEOPLE....remember this
    TIME PASSES AT A CONSTANT SPEED~



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