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Saturday, January 08, 2005
you understand, dont you?
im freaking nuts manns. yest had a "conversation" with my dad and he said that if i was so unhappy staying in this house, i could shift out. and i was seriously considering the whole idea. but how in the world can i afford it? GRR. when i figure a way, im definitely gna fly out of this madhouse. yeah i might seem to have a perfect family but deep inside, there are many things happening. sometimes i feel like im fighting a revolution, for what i believe is right. and now it's getting damn tiring. im so tired.
sometimes in life, i guess we'll realise that we are all alone. there are times when you really need help, you just realise that you are all by yourself. that somethings that mean so much to you, means nothing to others, and they will never understand why it means so much to you. yes, i dont deny that pple care but still they are more preoccupied with their own life than yours. do they really give a damn what happens in your life? maybe, maybe not. so what? in the end, its your own life. you suffer for your own mistakes. sure, other people might suffer with you for a while, but eventually they'd move on. the cold hard world.
and parents just have a bloody hard time letting go. for God's sake, im eighteen. they expect me to join the workforce when im nineteen -after i grad- and i cant even make my own decisions now. do you really think im still a little kid? maybe if you really understand, im not that naive as you think i am. i dont make stupid decisions and i can look out for myself. sighs, i feel like im cooped up in a glass bottle, watching the world go by, wondering what stuff ive missed out on. sometimes just to make them happy, i do things that make myself damn unhappy. but do they care? no parents always think they are doing the best for you. maybe ive been scarred for life? -shrugs, i dont know. somehow, i feel that parents do use their kids to correct mistakes that they have made in the past. or maybe i just dont understand. yes, maybe only when i become a parent myself thn il understand. hahaa.
im tired. sometimes i feel like jumping down the mrt tracks. hahaa. but no, im not going to do that. maybe there is so much more to life that i havent seen. maybe this is only the shitifying part and the good ones are coming up soon. i dont know. hope keeps me hanging on. this is so dumb. life's really a bitch. guess she's having her bitchfit now. im cool with that. wells, if life throws me lemons, im gna make lemonade. im going to survive everything even if it means being alone, suffering hardship, i dont care. im going to make it one day. i will.
i love this song. i think it's so meaningful. maybe inside, we are really all the same. we feel the same sometimes. we're all just human — you and me :)
universal prayer Jamelia and Tiziano Ferro
im just the same as you
i could be the same age too
listen to the same music you do
everyday
no matter what separates us
the same stars we see at night
no matter what's up against us
still gonna have dreams burning bright
i believe we fear what we dont know
we can be our own enemy
but if we conquered that
if you take my hand
i see a girl you see a man
everybody has the same dream
a dream in their heart
get a chance to make a life
love somebody they want
open your eyes, we're all the same
we've all been scared
so lets sing together now
in this universal prayer
i see smoking lights
that complicate a simple life
im here and you are there, miles away
all you gotta do is believe
that anything you want you can reach
there's no limit to what we could be
so open your mind and set yourself free
and if you say that im naive
that i dont understand the world at all
you might be right but it seems to me
that we've come to far to fall
cause i believe that tears
are dried seeds that've sown
the harvest time will come
and all this pain will go
so try to understand
we're just grains of sand
every woman every man
[ 11:27 AM ]
Saturday, January 08, 2005
you understand, dont you?
im freaking nuts manns. yest had a "conversation" with my dad and he said that if i was so unhappy staying in this house, i could shift out. and i was seriously considering the whole idea. but how in the world can i afford it? GRR. when i figure a way, im definitely gna fly out of this madhouse. yeah i might seem to have a perfect family but deep inside, there are many things happening. sometimes i feel like im fighting a revolution, for what i believe is right. and now it's getting damn tiring. im so tired.
sometimes in life, i guess we'll realise that we are all alone. there are times when you really need help, you just realise that you are all by yourself. that somethings that mean so much to you, means nothing to others, and they will never understand why it means so much to you. yes, i dont deny that pple care but still they are more preoccupied with their own life than yours. do they really give a damn what happens in your life? maybe, maybe not. so what? in the end, its your own life. you suffer for your own mistakes. sure, other people might suffer with you for a while, but eventually they'd move on. the cold hard world.
and parents just have a bloody hard time letting go. for God's sake, im eighteen. they expect me to join the workforce when im nineteen -after i grad- and i cant even make my own decisions now. do you really think im still a little kid? maybe if you really understand, im not that naive as you think i am. i dont make stupid decisions and i can look out for myself. sighs, i feel like im cooped up in a glass bottle, watching the world go by, wondering what stuff ive missed out on. sometimes just to make them happy, i do things that make myself damn unhappy. but do they care? no parents always think they are doing the best for you. maybe ive been scarred for life? -shrugs, i dont know. somehow, i feel that parents do use their kids to correct mistakes that they have made in the past. or maybe i just dont understand. yes, maybe only when i become a parent myself thn il understand. hahaa.
im tired. sometimes i feel like jumping down the mrt tracks. hahaa. but no, im not going to do that. maybe there is so much more to life that i havent seen. maybe this is only the shitifying part and the good ones are coming up soon. i dont know. hope keeps me hanging on. this is so dumb. life's really a bitch. guess she's having her bitchfit now. im cool with that. wells, if life throws me lemons, im gna make lemonade. im going to survive everything even if it means being alone, suffering hardship, i dont care. im going to make it one day. i will.
i love this song. i think it's so meaningful. maybe inside, we are really all the same. we feel the same sometimes. we're all just human — you and me :)
universal prayer Jamelia and Tiziano Ferro
im just the same as you
i could be the same age too
listen to the same music you do
everyday
no matter what separates us
the same stars we see at night
no matter what's up against us
still gonna have dreams burning bright
i believe we fear what we dont know
we can be our own enemy
but if we conquered that
if you take my hand
i see a girl you see a man
everybody has the same dream
a dream in their heart
get a chance to make a life
love somebody they want
open your eyes, we're all the same
we've all been scared
so lets sing together now
in this universal prayer
i see smoking lights
that complicate a simple life
im here and you are there, miles away
all you gotta do is believe
that anything you want you can reach
there's no limit to what we could be
so open your mind and set yourself free
and if you say that im naive
that i dont understand the world at all
you might be right but it seems to me
that we've come to far to fall
cause i believe that tears
are dried seeds that've sown
the harvest time will come
and all this pain will go
so try to understand
we're just grains of sand
every woman every man
mich (( 11:27 AM ))
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