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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Monday, December 29, 2003 v

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

-Rumi, "Mathnawi"


Shit. How fitting. 2003 is almost over and I regret so many things past and those coming to be. I don't want to go Pergas, I want to go Darul Arqam, I don't know why but I don't want to learn it in Malay. I swear I don't want, especially Arab. I was nonsense in it being in Malay. Please, I think I'll fare better in English. Stupidito. The reason why we even when Pergas was to be with Shehnaz but now we aren't even in the same class. Malas lah. Too late to pull out. Basket. I hate CEK> I hate her. I want to run away from all my problems now. Run run away, far far away. I want to hide deep in my dreams, a veil of golden shadows that filters golden sunstream without the glare...

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 10:06 pm [+]