I Lose Too Often *Too Tired to feel anything

September 21st, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

Hey,, it’s been long since i last posted sumthin here..

God,, why do I always have to fall for the wrong guy? It’s been 3 times now and I don’t know what else should I do. Maybe it’s been me who’s not careful all this time, but is it wrong to enjoy the pleasure it provides?  Is it wrong just to feel the joy of the thing that you knew that it wasn’t yours at the first place? Those are the only pleasures I know, those are the only life i’ve been living. But I guess what’s aint mine would never be mine -never ever- anyway… See? I guess they’re true saying you’re blinded by the hapiness it gave, but when it stabbed, it strucked even deeper…

I hate to say this but,,

I’m no longer a dreamer, a patient girl waiting on the bench till the right train arrive.

Im gone

I’ll take the train I choose

And never look back……………

SHIT!

Ria

Hate to say this

September 18th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

It’s like you’re a drug
It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down
It’s like I’m stuck
It’s like I’m running from you all the time

And I know I let you have all the powers
It’s like the only company I seek is misery all around

It’s like you’re a leech
Sucking the life from me
It’s like I can’t breathe
Without you inside of me

And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I’m never gonna quit you over time

It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t see anything
Nothing but you
I’m addicted to you
It’s like I can’t think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You’ve taken over me
It’s like I’m not me
It’s like I’m not me

It’s like I’m lost
It’s like I’m giving up slowly
It’s like you’re a ghost that’s haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head are mine alone
And I know I’ll never change my ways
If I don’t give you up now

It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t see anything
Nothing but you
I’m addicted to you
It’s like I can’t think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You’ve taken over me
It’s like I’m not me
It’s like I’m not me

I’m hooked on you
I need a fix
I can’t take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I’ll handle it, quit it
Just one more time, then that’s it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
[2x]

It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t see anything
Nothing but you
I’m addicted to you
It’s like I can’t think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You’ve taken over me
It’s like I’m not me
It’s like I’m not me

Saving-Buttercups

September 15th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

mungkin sebagian dari kita berpikir bahwa hidup hanya semudah menentukan pilihan yang mana kita tau tidak mudah untuk menentukan pilihan itu.

mungkin sebagian dari kita berpikir bahwa hidup hanya sekedar menunggu detik dan menit berlalu hingga akhirnya semua itu berhenti.

mungkin sebagian dari kita berpikir bahwa hidup adalah semenyenangkan wanita yang kamu kencani, seberapa banyak bibir yang telah kamu kecupi dan seberapa panjang percakapan kamu malam ini.

tetapi bagi sebagian dari mereka

hanya sebagian

hidup ini adalah bagaimana mencari sesuap nasi untuk makan pagi

bagaimana keluar dari permasalahan demi senyum yang harus ia persembahkan bagi istri dan anak anaknya ketika ia pulang

bagaimana mencari teman sejati ditengah kemunafikan dunia

bagi mereka

hidup ini tidak semudah yang kau bayangkan…

**banyak banget orang yang bermasalah belakangan ini, tp klo dapet solusi yang salah, akan tambah jadi masalah

***pokonya tu cowo tai bgt! mainin gw seenaknya, makan tu EE!! lu pikir gw mau apa sama loe?? huh?? think ur self that cool? got mirror sir? freak!!

****I need some rest.. somebody gimme a break..

life.is.sh*t

September 4th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

If you feel you’re totally fed up with all the lies and shits life bring, don’t think of givin up too soon my friend. Why? Cuz you ain’t seein nothin yet,, life is just so much more of that and it aint stoppoin just in ur teen-age. Guess what, even thou uve been thru one conditition and u think that u may never repeat you mistake again it’s hard to measure how close you are to that mistake by saying you wont repeat that again. Cuz all u know is not to do it again that makes ur eyes closed to the reality of where u are rite now.

Shit does happen cuz that’s all what life is consist of…

ps: ria sekarang sudah bisa bermain mixer2 cupu loooohhh ^^

No One Wonders,,

August 16th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

This come from inside my heart,, right there where it hurts that bad..

Is It Any Wonder?

-Keane-

I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
It's so long that now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on my side

Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?

Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite

Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days!
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Nothing left inside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right?
Oh but you try

Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh these days!
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed? 

I know you won’t notice that this one goes for you, but just wait as it’ll haunt you in your sleep, everynight in every breathe that you take, in every love you’ll learn to stand on,, just wait…

Ria

Benci-Cinta

August 11th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

"…adakah ku singgah di hatimu, mungkinkah kau inginkan adaku, adakah ku sedikit dihatimu…"

Love again,, love once more,, sumtimes it feels so tiring just to lay down and daydream about how will you be with your prince-charming next to you. Sometimes it’s tiring to dream a dream you know wont come true. But this is what it’s all about rite? To be hurt and to feel the pleasure at the same time?

Geez,, never thought things would end up this simple,, he doesnt need me, he ignores me, here i am, down here all messed up.

Hff,wish i could say i dont need him, wish i could say i never missed him, wish i could say he’s never in my dream, wish i could say i dont think about him…wish,,he was mine so i wouldnt have to wish those wishes i wished…

why God,, you take and give, everything comes along, everything pass by, so soon..without even saying goodbye……HUeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEE

Ria

Biological Thinking of Life

August 4th, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

Sel merupakan unit struktural dan fungsional terkecil pada mahluk hidup. Yang dimaksud dengan unit struktural adalah karena sel merupakan penyusun yang mendasar bagi tubuh mahluk hidup. Dan sel sebagai unit fungsional merujuk pada tugas dan fungsi sel – sel sebagai penyusun mahluk hidup. Sama halnya seperti kita manusia di dunia ini, manusia adalah selnya dan dunia adalah organismenya. Sederhana bukan?

Tetapi yang membedakan kita dengan sel - sel itu adalah bahwa kita memiliki indra perasa, yang biasa kita katakan dengan ‘perasaan’. Secara fisik dan biologis perasaan - perasaan hanya dapat di terangkan dan coba diuraikan melalui persamaan kimia unsur - unsur penyusun hormon dalam tubuh. Tetapi apa yang tidak bisa dideskripsikan adalah bagaimana otak kita menanggapi sesuatu, sesuatu yang irasional, yang tidak dapat di perhitungkan. Seperti mengapa kita menangis, selain merupakan kerja dari kelenjar air mata yang mengandung protein, apakah ada uraian logis tentang awal mula menangis? Apa latarbelakang, aksi reaksi dan gaya apa saja yang terjadi pada kelenjar mata kita?

Ternyata dunia, seperti halnya diri kita merupakan suatu kesatuan kompleks. Tapi tidak semua yang kompleks harus di lihat seperti kenyataannya, contohnya pelajaran matematika, 2 suku dalam suatu operasi dapat dimisalkan dengan satu variabel. Jadi, mengapa ambil pusing, ambilah satu variabel dalam hidup, satu saja cukup sehingga tidak perlu proses substitusi maupun eliminasi.. satu: "keajaiban"

Ria

Kuatkanlah Kami Ya Bapa,,belajar2..

August 3rd, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

S0m987

…Je ne veux pas travallier, Je ne veuxpas dejeuner,, Je veux oublie tout… Hehe,, ngarang2 pengejaan kalimat ni gw,, lagunya enak sih klo didengerin, and its been my most-heard song for this week,, hmhm,, nice variation.

Hfhfhf,, dunia menggila ni dengan porsi belajar yang semakin membludak sajah,, lelah2,, kenyang2,, Tuhan,,ajarkan ku cara berhitung yang tepat dan pimpin lah pikiranku agar menyimpulkan logika yang benar, juga mata ku agar melihat angka dengan baik dan tangan agar menulis sesuai dengan apa yang diminta.. hff.. Amin..

August 3rd, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

S0m987

…Je ne veux pas travallier, Je ne veuxpas dejeuner,, Je veux oublie tout… Hehe,, ngarang2 pengejaan kalimat ni gw,, lagunya enak sih klo didengerin, and its been my most-heard song for this week,, hmhm,, nice variation.

Hfhfhf,, dunia menggila ni dengan porsi belajar yang semakin membludak sajah,, lelah2,, kenyang2,, Tuhan,,ajarkan ku cara berhitung yang tepat dan pimpin lah pikiranku agar menyimpulkan logika yang benar, juga mata ku agar melihat angka dengan baik dan tangan agar menulis sesuai dengan apa yang diminta.. hff.. Amin..

Last Un-opened Letter,,

August 2nd, 2006 by jrpoestriyholic

An un-opened letter for the world,,

Miss him so much,,.. miss the days when we just sit back and start to type letters we know were really unimportant, but that’s what made it important, becuz it was I who typed it for him, and it was he, who typed it for me..

Miss him so much,,.. miss the days where the moon was the light and the gleam of the night was the sheet that covered us with warmth. Where the stars were the only light and these two eyes were the only window of the world.. He’s eyes, looking for mine, Mine, looking for his..

Miss him so much,,.. miss the unsesitivity, miss the i-dont-want-to-knows, miss the who-cares, miss the have-you-eaten-yets, miss the are-you-sleeppy-yets, miss the what-are-you-doings..Miss waiting for his good nights, for his how-are-yous, for his sleep-tights, for his ha-ha-ha althou i know he has never meant it by his heart..

Miss him so much,,.. miss the feeling of being cared althou i know it’s not real,, miss the eary feeling every time i hung up the phone, miss the cant-wait feeling after every sms i’ve sent.. Althou i know,, im missing the things those arent mine..

These feelings arent real,, these feelings arent mine,, these feelings are only my imagination for his heart was set on sumone else.. These feelings arent real for i know he’s too good to be true, for he’s not the one who deserves it, for i know im too stupid to fall for him..For he has his heart set on sumone else..

For these feelings are only my imaginations..

Let this be my last letter that i typed for him, in the name of love..

For i know… He wouldnt ever, ever, be mine.. not even my imagination……