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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
surf and surf and surf, then i found this weblog; qistinagirl2.
really-really interesting, and i called her a mysterious owner. all day i’ve been reading her postings (nothing else to do). i guess she 38 now. there is no name (erm.. her name is Anie but i'm not sure, yet), and there is no way to contact her. even i cant write comments to her postings. she started posting since january this year. her husband passed away last year and she write everything she got in her mind, her feeling towards everythings around her.. life is never easy.. cant imagine myself at 38. ape aku buat time tu? how do i look? would i change? sure, i’ll look older. i mean the way i think. will i ‘look’ at things around me differently? can i stand all the harshness and the hardness just to have a simple gud life? is it really hard to live?
these few months, i have learned a bit taste of life, to live independently, to stand on my own 2 feet (well, i guess not really.. i still need somebody to support me, mentally and physically). i guess what i’ve been through is just 1/1000. how can people stand all the pressure of living and live till the age of 60???
i just cant imagine.. really hard to imagine...
haVin' thiS FOoLish ThOt at 5:56 PM
This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....
..: mY bUTt :..
- + should i stay or should i go...
- + bad news from usin...
- + setiap wanita itu cantik...
- + tragedi 19 haribulan (toing!)...
- + spec baru...
- + apitt is getting better...
- + pirOt aka pirOL...
- + apitt sakit......
- + to cherating...
- + :D bi...
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pray to god and he ill guide u
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