Rabu, 30 Maret 2011
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Fucking liar's blog
This is eduardo's profile :D .. I dont know his language :/ . I hope you know his language :D ..
Nome: Eduardo Jan Harry Skoldberg Surita
Apelidos: Dudu, Edu e Du
Data de Nascimento: 12/11/1993
Local de Nascimento: São Paulo - SP
Peso: 54 kg
Altura: 1,69
Nasceu com: 3 kg e meio/ 49,5 cm
Signo: Escorpião
Mania: Roer unhas e estalar os dedos
Qualidade: Muito verdadeiro, sincero e intenso
Defeito: Franqueza. Nem sempre todo mundo gosta de ouvir a verdade
Filme: Armageddon
Filmes que já o fez chorar: Armageddon e Click
Livro: Vida de droga
Música: Speed of sound - Coldplay
Ator: Will Smith
Atriz: Sandra Bullock
Cantor: Michael Jackson
Cantora: Haley Williams
Sonho: Morar em Londres
Mulher ideal: Sincero, carinhosa e charmosa
Se irrita com: Chantagem e mentira
Chora quando: Maltratam animais
Morre de rir com: o ''Ronaldo'' (Zina)
Comida preferida: Italiana, brasileira, japonesa e McDonald's
Parte preferida da sua casa: Quarto
Animais de estimação: Quatro gatos (Tommy, Felicia, Napoleão e Carolina), dois cachorros (Rex e Princesa) e dois passárinhos (Somba e Pindoba)
Cores preferidas: Preto e branco
Gastou uma grana preta em: Uma camêra profissional
Uma frase: ''Seja humilde, pois, até o Sol com toda sua grandeza se põe e deixa a Lua brilhar''
Como ele dorme: Com os dois braços embaixo do travesseiro
O que ele faria se tivesse superpoderes: Transformaria as coisas ruins em boas!
Nome: Eduardo Jan Harry Skoldberg Surita
Apelidos: Dudu, Edu e Du
Data de Nascimento: 12/11/1993
Local de Nascimento: São Paulo - SP
Peso: 54 kg
Altura: 1,69
Nasceu com: 3 kg e meio/ 49,5 cm
Signo: Escorpião
Mania: Roer unhas e estalar os dedos
Qualidade: Muito verdadeiro, sincero e intenso
Defeito: Franqueza. Nem sempre todo mundo gosta de ouvir a verdade
Filme: Armageddon
Filmes que já o fez chorar: Armageddon e Click
Livro: Vida de droga
Música: Speed of sound - Coldplay
Ator: Will Smith
Atriz: Sandra Bullock
Cantor: Michael Jackson
Cantora: Haley Williams
Sonho: Morar em Londres
Mulher ideal: Sincero, carinhosa e charmosa
Se irrita com: Chantagem e mentira
Chora quando: Maltratam animais
Morre de rir com: o ''Ronaldo'' (Zina)
Comida preferida: Italiana, brasileira, japonesa e McDonald's
Parte preferida da sua casa: Quarto
Animais de estimação: Quatro gatos (Tommy, Felicia, Napoleão e Carolina), dois cachorros (Rex e Princesa) e dois passárinhos (Somba e Pindoba)
Cores preferidas: Preto e branco
Gastou uma grana preta em: Uma camêra profissional
Uma frase: ''Seja humilde, pois, até o Sol com toda sua grandeza se põe e deixa a Lua brilhar''
Como ele dorme: Com os dois braços embaixo do travesseiro
O que ele faria se tivesse superpoderes: Transformaria as coisas ruins em boas!
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A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.
This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.
This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...
for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...
for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,
Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,
Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.
Selasa, 29 Maret 2011
Hari SELASA hari yang harusnya menjadi hari bahagia karena disekolah pulang jam 12 . Tapi, selasa yang kali ini enggak -.-' .
Ini urutan kejadian gilanya :
1. Tadi jam pertama itu pelajaran IPS , jujur saya pingin bisa pelajaran itu . Tapi, banyak yang bilang kalo kita gak rajin membaca gak bakalan bisa pelajaran itu ! -,-
Tadi guru IPS tercinta saya yang sekaligus Wali kelas saya bilang kalo nilai UTSnya hancur, Gilak ! masak yang dapet diatas 75 cuman 2 anak !! percaya ??? anak yang menurut saya pinter aja dibawah KKM apa lagi saya?? Nggak pelu saya ceritain lagi anda pasti tau berapa nilai saya ..
2. Jam kedua itu TIK nggak ada yang menarik .. masih sama saja dengan biasanya .
3. Lahhh, ini ! B.INDONESIA .. Sungguh mengenaskan , saya dag-dig-dug gara-gara guru bahasa indonesia saya yang cantik dan sedang hamil itu mbahas soal 'Naik-Gak naik kelas Dipaksakin Naik Nilai dibawah KKM pindah sekolah' (Ruwet.. mboh kah !) .
4. Yeeee .. Akhirnya nomer 4 :) . Saya suka bagian ini . Tadi waktu pelajaran Bahasa Inggris yang ngajar guru saya yang dari Polandia (banyakyangbilangkalodiaganteng) . Pertamanya biasa aja, tapi lama-kelamaan saya merasa kalo saya jadi bintang di jam pelajaran Ini :) .. Lukas tadi mainan orotan saya Looh :) .. Naksir saya apa orotan saya (?)
Ini foto yang tadi .. Editannya jelek soalnya tadi pake kamera Hape yang berkualitas tidak terlalu baik .. (Saya, lukas , dan kawan-kawan saya)
Ini urutan kejadian gilanya :
1. Tadi jam pertama itu pelajaran IPS , jujur saya pingin bisa pelajaran itu . Tapi, banyak yang bilang kalo kita gak rajin membaca gak bakalan bisa pelajaran itu ! -,-
Tadi guru IPS tercinta saya yang sekaligus Wali kelas saya bilang kalo nilai UTSnya hancur, Gilak ! masak yang dapet diatas 75 cuman 2 anak !! percaya ??? anak yang menurut saya pinter aja dibawah KKM apa lagi saya?? Nggak pelu saya ceritain lagi anda pasti tau berapa nilai saya ..
2. Jam kedua itu TIK nggak ada yang menarik .. masih sama saja dengan biasanya .
3. Lahhh, ini ! B.INDONESIA .. Sungguh mengenaskan , saya dag-dig-dug gara-gara guru bahasa indonesia saya yang cantik dan sedang hamil itu mbahas soal 'Naik-Gak naik kelas Dipaksakin Naik Nilai dibawah KKM pindah sekolah' (Ruwet.. mboh kah !) .
4. Yeeee .. Akhirnya nomer 4 :) . Saya suka bagian ini . Tadi waktu pelajaran Bahasa Inggris yang ngajar guru saya yang dari Polandia (banyakyangbilangkalodiaganteng) . Pertamanya biasa aja, tapi lama-kelamaan saya merasa kalo saya jadi bintang di jam pelajaran Ini :) .. Lukas tadi mainan orotan saya Looh :) .. Naksir saya apa orotan saya (?)
Kamis, 24 Maret 2011
Sebelumnya ini ane tenemukan kata2 dibawah ini, mungkin sudah banyak di copy di forum-forum dan blog2 lainnya. Setelah ditelusuri ternyata dari Bapak Mario Teguh.
Ini dia gan tulisannya, judulnya Orang Bodoh VS Orang Pintar
Orang bodoh sulit dapat kerja, akhirnya dia berbisnis. Agar bisnisnya berhasil, tentu dia harus rekrut orang Pintar. Walhasil Bosnya orang pintar adalah orang bodoh.
Orang bodoh sering melakukan kesalahan, maka dia rekrut orang pintar yang tidak pernah salah untuk memperbaiki yang salah. Walhasil orang bodoh memerintahkan orang pintar untuk keperluan orang bodoh.
Orang pintar belajar untuk mendapatkan ijazah untuk selanjutnya mendapatkan kerja.
Orang bodoh berpikir secepatnya mendapatkan uang untuk membayari proposal yang diajukan orang pintar.
Orang bodoh tidak bisa membuat teks pidato, maka dia suruh orang pintar untuk membuatnya.
Orang Bodoh kayaknya susah untuk lulus sekolah hukum (SH). oleh karena itu orang bodoh memerintahkan orang pintar untuk membuat undang-undangnya orang bodoh.
Orang bodoh biasanya jago cuap-cuap jual omongan, sementara itu orang pintar percaya. Tapi selanjutnya orang pintar menyesal karena telah mempercayai orang bodoh. Tapi toh saat itu orang bodoh sudah ada di atas.
Orang bodoh berpikir pendek untuk memutuskan sesuatu di dipikirkan panjang-panjang oleh orang pintar, walhasil orang orang pintar menjadi staffnya orang bodoh.
Mata orang bodoh selalu mencari apa yang bisa di jadikan duit. Mata orang pintar selalu mencari kolom lowongan perkerjaan.
- Mario Teguh-
Ini dia gan tulisannya, judulnya Orang Bodoh VS Orang Pintar
Orang bodoh sulit dapat kerja, akhirnya dia berbisnis. Agar bisnisnya berhasil, tentu dia harus rekrut orang Pintar. Walhasil Bosnya orang pintar adalah orang bodoh.
Orang bodoh sering melakukan kesalahan, maka dia rekrut orang pintar yang tidak pernah salah untuk memperbaiki yang salah. Walhasil orang bodoh memerintahkan orang pintar untuk keperluan orang bodoh.
Orang pintar belajar untuk mendapatkan ijazah untuk selanjutnya mendapatkan kerja.
Orang bodoh berpikir secepatnya mendapatkan uang untuk membayari proposal yang diajukan orang pintar.
Orang bodoh tidak bisa membuat teks pidato, maka dia suruh orang pintar untuk membuatnya.
Orang Bodoh kayaknya susah untuk lulus sekolah hukum (SH). oleh karena itu orang bodoh memerintahkan orang pintar untuk membuat undang-undangnya orang bodoh.
Orang bodoh biasanya jago cuap-cuap jual omongan, sementara itu orang pintar percaya. Tapi selanjutnya orang pintar menyesal karena telah mempercayai orang bodoh. Tapi toh saat itu orang bodoh sudah ada di atas.
Orang bodoh berpikir pendek untuk memutuskan sesuatu di dipikirkan panjang-panjang oleh orang pintar, walhasil orang orang pintar menjadi staffnya orang bodoh.
Mata orang bodoh selalu mencari apa yang bisa di jadikan duit. Mata orang pintar selalu mencari kolom lowongan perkerjaan.
- Mario Teguh-
Haloo semua .. saya kembali !! Hahahaha, saya sekarang lagi asik-asiknya sama Tumblr jadi lupa sama blog saya tercinta ini ( ? ) Kabar saya baik-baik saja .. Syukurlah anggota tubuh saya masih lengkap .. hahahaha :D . Nggak penting ya?? Kebanyakan omong . Oke, langsung aja tujuan saya disini adalah untuk menceritakan cerita saya ...
Kemarin tanggal 23-03-2011 saya liat Insert di Trans TV . Kebetulan beritanya tentang Selena gomes (pacarnya Justin Bieber itulooh !) Ternyata si Selena ini dapet ancaman dari fansnya Justin mau dibunuh. Padahal menurut saya rata-rata fansnya justin itu umurnya 9-13 tahun !!! kebayang gak sih? masak selena mau dibunuh pakedot ? gitu aja takut ... hahaha :D
Selena gomez ...
Dot bayi ...
Kemarin tanggal 23-03-2011 saya liat Insert di Trans TV . Kebetulan beritanya tentang Selena gomes (pacarnya Justin Bieber itulooh !) Ternyata si Selena ini dapet ancaman dari fansnya Justin mau dibunuh. Padahal menurut saya rata-rata fansnya justin itu umurnya 9-13 tahun !!! kebayang gak sih? masak selena mau dibunuh pake
Selena gomez ...
Selasa, 22 Maret 2011
Another rival that has come to Justin Bieber and this summer is that everyone is talking about the young Cody Simpson, born in Australia, specifically the January 11, 1997 on the Gold Coast. As a child he loved music and at age 6 and told his parents what he wanted to pursue, composing with only eight years his first song.
now has only 14 years, and as I have already earned the nickname 'the Australian Justin Bieber. " It has an impressive voice with which he has managed to captivate the entire country, writes his own songs and also plays guitar.
This young artist has decided to cross the pond and moved to America to pursue his dream of becoming a pop star. At the moment, has already signed to major label Atlantic Records, artists such as Jay-Z or Laura Pausini.
In fact Simpson already has a website that collects and thousands of visits and where fans can find out how are your songs as well as enjoy their first official videos "Yiyi" which has helped the famous Flo ' Rida.
In You Tube we can also hear other tracks recorded by the young artist soon to be famous, "One" and "Perfect" which certainly threw him to the media attention it has.
now has only 14 years, and as I have already earned the nickname 'the Australian Justin Bieber. " It has an impressive voice with which he has managed to captivate the entire country, writes his own songs and also plays guitar.
This young artist has decided to cross the pond and moved to America to pursue his dream of becoming a pop star. At the moment, has already signed to major label Atlantic Records, artists such as Jay-Z or Laura Pausini.
In fact Simpson already has a website that collects and thousands of visits and where fans can find out how are your songs as well as enjoy their first official videos "Yiyi" which has helped the famous Flo ' Rida.
In You Tube we can also hear other tracks recorded by the young artist soon to be famous, "One" and "Perfect" which certainly threw him to the media attention it has.
Senin, 07 Maret 2011
What’s on my mind? I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of caring for people who
don’t gift a shit about me. I’m tired of waiting for a text that’s never
going to come. I’m tired of thinking things will be different, yet they never
change. I’m tired of giving out chances, only to be let down. I’m tired of
putting forth 100% of an effort and only getting 25% in return. I’m tired of
broken promises. I’m tired of let downs by the people who matter most to me.
I’m tired of making someone a priority , when in reality I’m just a number to them.
I’m tired of shitty friends who are never there for me.
I’m tired of self centered assholes, who only manipulate a situation from their
own prespective,never even thingking about what someone else is going through.
I’m so tired of the same old bullshit over and over again!
don’t gift a shit about me. I’m tired of waiting for a text that’s never
going to come. I’m tired of thinking things will be different, yet they never
change. I’m tired of giving out chances, only to be let down. I’m tired of
putting forth 100% of an effort and only getting 25% in return. I’m tired of
broken promises. I’m tired of let downs by the people who matter most to me.
I’m tired of making someone a priority , when in reality I’m just a number to them.
I’m tired of shitty friends who are never there for me.
I’m tired of self centered assholes, who only manipulate a situation from their
own prespective,never even thingking about what someone else is going through.
I’m so tired of the same old bullshit over and over again!
Kamis, 03 Maret 2011
Di tengah aliran air ini aku berdiri ..
Diantara batu-batu hitam ini jantungku berdetak cepat..
Kakiku gemetar diterpa berliter-liter air ..
Tanganku membiru karena dingin ..
Tapi, aku tak mau pergi ..
Aku tetap bergeming sendirian di tengah gelap malam ini ..
Dunia ini terlalu kejam
Aku tak kuat menahan bebanku di dunia luar
Semua orang berbisik-bisik
Seakan ingin tau urusan orang lain
Ini masalahku !
Untuk apa kau masuk ke dalamnya?
Hanya membuatnya lebih runyam kan maumu ??
Sudahlah !!
Pergi dari hidupku !
Aku tak menginginkanmu lagi !!!
Diantara batu-batu hitam ini jantungku berdetak cepat..
Kakiku gemetar diterpa berliter-liter air ..
Tanganku membiru karena dingin ..
Tapi, aku tak mau pergi ..
Aku tetap bergeming sendirian di tengah gelap malam ini ..
Dunia ini terlalu kejam
Aku tak kuat menahan bebanku di dunia luar
Semua orang berbisik-bisik
Seakan ingin tau urusan orang lain
Ini masalahku !
Untuk apa kau masuk ke dalamnya?
Hanya membuatnya lebih runyam kan maumu ??
Sudahlah !!
Pergi dari hidupku !
Aku tak menginginkanmu lagi !!!
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