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Thursday, May 10, 2007
And when my face touched the praying mat today, I felt peaceful.
It was a personal moment which I and my Creator had.
Its that special bond I have,that nobody elses does.
And i prayed,so that God would help me go through this.
Alhamdulillah,my Creator is always there ready to hear my doubts.
Its been days and Ive been putting up with it.
And today they really tested my patience.
Allah tested my patience.
Im willing to accept it.
But I am terribly sad at what I've done.
I should have controlled myself a little bit more.
But it was hopeless.
Everything I said and did,nothing goes inside their head.
I just feel like lying down on my bed and forget everything.
I need an energy injection.
And so i can view everything as clear.
Is it mine to blame?
Oh sheesh.
Im so sick of all the accusations
and those false identifications.
Tired of this continuous never-ending slaps.
Oh it seems like they are enjoying this bitter fun.
But when there's no one else to point.
That finger marks an imaginary line in my direction.
No one else.
But me.
Cut away,Cut away.
Send transmission from the one armed scissor.
Help me get through this.
*takes a deep deep deep breath*
I got yam and corn and mango ice cream!
sandiwara.
It was a personal moment which I and my Creator had.
Its that special bond I have,that nobody elses does.
And i prayed,so that God would help me go through this.
Alhamdulillah,my Creator is always there ready to hear my doubts.
Its been days and Ive been putting up with it.
And today they really tested my patience.
Allah tested my patience.
Im willing to accept it.
But I am terribly sad at what I've done.
I should have controlled myself a little bit more.
But it was hopeless.
Everything I said and did,nothing goes inside their head.
I just feel like lying down on my bed and forget everything.
I need an energy injection.
And so i can view everything as clear.
Is it mine to blame?
Oh sheesh.
Im so sick of all the accusations
and those false identifications.
Tired of this continuous never-ending slaps.
Oh it seems like they are enjoying this bitter fun.
But when there's no one else to point.
That finger marks an imaginary line in my direction.
No one else.
But me.
Cut away,Cut away.
Send transmission from the one armed scissor.
Help me get through this.
*takes a deep deep deep breath*
I got yam and corn and mango ice cream!
sandiwara.