CREDITS
designer:haryani
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Irony.
Irony.
Sometimes I wonder why am I always doing things that are against my principles.
Things I'm not proud of.
Things I never wanted to do in the first place.
Other times I spend it musing over why haven't I done things that I should have done.
Things I know I can overcome.
Things I know are important.
Then there are times I ponder.
Why is the human race will so weak?
Why am I so weak?
I tell myself I must go to church.
But no.
I don't.
I run from the house of God.
I run from everything.
Then I run from everything else.
I tell myself I have work to complete.
But no.
I don't.
I spend it telling stories.
Telling you peeps what's going on in my so-very-restricted-life.
Reading what's going on in others' so-very-restricted-lives .
Analysing who's real who's not.
Who's true and who's not.
Later I spend my time thinking about why I didn't/did what I didn't/ did do.
Silly eh?
Frankly speaking, I'm not always nice/cheery/friendly/optimistic/strong/understanding/whatever impression as whatever impression I give you peeps .
I am human.
I have my ups.
Have my share of lows.
This is not a cry for pity.
Don't give me any.
Cos' I don't want it either.
I'm simply sick and tired of answering to lies.
Then having no answer for my own questions.
Before you peeps start sending conlolences tags...
I'm NOT depressed/stressed/tired .
I'm a happy person.
Just one who contradicts herself all the time.
Just what exactly am I driving at?
I have no idea.
I'm simply wasting my time until it's time for me to go to sleep and wake up to another day in school with no work completed.
I love school. Then I hate school.
Irony. Irony. Irony.
Afterall, irony makes the world go round doesn't it?
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