Thursday, October 19, 2006

Today. Nothing seemed better. Things have gotten worst. I'm still a loner. It's extremely depressing. I want to die but 'hope' keeps me alive. I hate it. I hate hope. It doesn't make anything better. I stay alive, each day. Each day is worst then the one before. I still feel disowned, unloved, unwanted and ill-treated. That's why I hate you hope. You keep me alive, for what? For torment each day after another? Thanks a lot.

School, a place where I look forward to. The only place where I actually can forget of everything else. School keeps me busy. Busy with work. Busy with people. School is my hideaway. School actaully gives me peace. Coming home? I dread it so, but what other alternatives do I have? I can't runaway. I can't make one wrong into two wrongs. I wake up, get hyped up for school. In school, I smile & laugh. All fake. I still love school. When it ends, I know I have to go home. I lose my smile. Yes, people say I have friends. But, like how Lin puts it, "How many would actually cry with you?,". No offence to all my other buddies okay, but only Abang E emphatizes me. Many do care. Many are there for me. But few feel for me. Either way, I still appriciate them all.

I hope so much that things weren't going to be this way. But everyday, everything worsens. I see that knife. I want it. I want to slash myself to death. Maybe even stab myself to death. But 'hope' keeps whispering to me to stay on. Why? Whay can't you just let me go? Let me leave. Let this world be in peace without me being the black sheep. Let me go. Oh yes, someone save me. I'll never be able to make it on my own. Someone save me, please. Please.

--- *Reiha@8:15 PM ---

Vignette

Nur Fariha; The Light Of Happiness

Farie Rose. Jargon to many, still loved by many. And has only one principle in life. SMILE (:

Beautiful is the light of happiness,
Tainted by sadness,
The light shall not be,
In it's purest form it shall shine
Bringing hope to people it certainly shall.

Tale of The Heart

To meet,
To love,
To know,
To part – that is the saddest tale of the human heart.

When two hearts meet,
One would blush,
One would grin,
One would steal glances,
In hope to find love.

When the two hearts love,
Nothing in the world seemed wrong,
Nothing others said matter,
Nothing could part them,
Only loves' warmth kept it going.

When the hearts begin to know,
Doubts began to rise,
Tension began to rise,
Confusion began to rise,
Yet clinging on to the past comforted it.

And when the hearts part,
Dreams are shattered,
Tears are shed,
Despair took its toll,
Leading one back to where she began.

To meet before love.
To love before know.
To know and hope to not part again.

-Nur Fariha

Gibberish

Memoir

September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
April 2008

Vinculum

*amira(: izakechik abang rhel(: dan-cinghero ernieza fadillah faddy(: fiza fara(: fitriah iylia jan jannah kak farahin(: kak feika kak syida adeq ayil mal lin giler(: lynne nabillah nanavodka raudhah tirmidizi(: zaidah zara
FRIEDSTER
Teater Tari Era
Siti Nurhaliza <33
Norfasarie
Hyrul Anuar
Hafiz As'ari
Mr.Wong & Ms.Sim

Kudos

illusionation