Wednesday, March 18, 2009

im sorry... n i wish im a better person

It is so hard for me to understand


Something simple that every adult can figure


I hate not to know how to react, how to think, how to feel maturely


People say I’m like a kid that is still needed to be thought of everything


They response to me as if im 11-year-old girl

I’m not!! I’m just the same as u..


Can u see that?


Alas....I can’t put all the blame on them


Sometimes simple things people say


Might bug my feelings so badly

(like a child who thinks her mother hates her because the pinch she gives her)


And sometime I can’t even care less about serious matter


That needs my total n utmost concern...


I wish I can figure stuff easily and act with matured soul


without hurting others and my very own...


Im hurting inside but i couldn’t say it out loud


I will cry when im the only one left alone

with no shoulders to cry on


Im sorry if my being hurts YOU


Im sorry for the childish acts i portray


Im sorry if my words wound you


im sorry if i get everything wrong


im sorry dear friends


i just cant help it


i wish to change...very!!


but...time will show my way...


perhaps i'm still learning...and these are some inaccuracies that


will soon carve a better me




Sunday, March 8, 2009

of boredom and solemn

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
when boredom strikes
everything is countable...
theres 52 chairs in the computer lab
but only two are occupied
theres 162 squares up at the ceiling
50 computers
30 windows
51 tables
288 rectangular designs on the door
5 visible plugs on the wall
2 notice boards
with 8 posters plus 3 notes
2 exit doors
2 printers
and 1 girl counting...
(im so super duper bored!!)