Another quote from someone's status(somehow facebook's becoming inspirational): "Dear life, when I asked you could my day get any worse, I meant it as a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
LOL!
Senin, 23 Mei 2011
Rabu, 16 Maret 2011
Capital H..I..M
"They say, give it time,
Give it time and it will fall in line
But I, keep wondering how and when and why I haven't met you"
Minggu, 16 Januari 2011
Dreamy
The difference between my oh-so-hopeful mid 20s and mid 30s.
Mid 20s (looking-for-the-right-one phase)
Mid 30s (enjoying-the-rest-of-my-life-with phase)Both just truly crazy gorgeous
Kamis, 06 Januari 2011
Slap me anytime
Why do I complain?
Seriously, why do I complain?
Some girls get raped at a very young age
Some girls get physically abused by their parents
Some girls dont go to college, find money on the streets instead
Some people dont have complete body parts
Some can't see
Some can't touch
Some can't hear
Some girls get physically abused by their parents
Some girls dont go to college, find money on the streets instead
Some people dont have complete body parts
Some can't see
Some can't touch
Some can't hear
and I'm here... complaining?
About what?
About assignments with killer deadlines?
About not having enough hours to sleep, when in fact the problem of time-management is on myself?
About friends who aren't there for me all the time, when in fact they've got their own lives to worry about?
About not getting the boy that I want, but letting go of the ones that actually wants me?
Why do I complain when my story isn't close to those in Banged up Abroad, where they get betrayed by their own so-called friends and ending up in jail for years because of them?
Why do I complain about how less I think I've achieved so far when I pass my old school and still see the same cigarette vendor just with a slightly cleaner outfit selling at the same exact spot after all these years?
About what?
About assignments with killer deadlines?
About not having enough hours to sleep, when in fact the problem of time-management is on myself?
About friends who aren't there for me all the time, when in fact they've got their own lives to worry about?
About not getting the boy that I want, but letting go of the ones that actually wants me?
Why do I complain when my story isn't close to those in Banged up Abroad, where they get betrayed by their own so-called friends and ending up in jail for years because of them?
Why do I complain about how less I think I've achieved so far when I pass my old school and still see the same cigarette vendor just with a slightly cleaner outfit selling at the same exact spot after all these years?
Seriously, why do I complain?
I better grow up this time around.
Kamis, 02 Desember 2010
Hope
I need someone to look me in the eyes and just tell me
.... that everything's gonna be ok
.... that I can make it without worrying too much
.... that I shouldn't care of every judgements
.... that I shouldn't let anyone ruin my day
.... that I should never ever cry, ever
.... that I am more than just enough
I need you, stranger. Whoever in this planet you may be.
.... that everything's gonna be ok
.... that I can make it without worrying too much
.... that I shouldn't care of every judgements
.... that I shouldn't let anyone ruin my day
.... that I should never ever cry, ever
.... that I am more than just enough
I need you, stranger. Whoever in this planet you may be.
Jumat, 12 November 2010
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