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!!)