Here's a story of a girl,
Living in the lonely world,
A hidden note, A secret crush,
A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
And when you smile I check you out,
But you don't even know my name,
You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
If you lose your way,
I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will you notice me?


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Saturday, March 7, 2009
11:01 PM

The title to this blog reminds me so much of an entry that was so long ago, it was back when both party was in such of heat of arguement of wanting to place the blame was so much more the issue rather than settling the problem.

There was many things being said, in the end we hurt more each other more and despite howwe said that we are okay, we really were not okay~ because what was said was taken to the heart whether we wanted to or not.

With it was so much of an impact really because I the kind of person that will think about it.

At moment really i feel stupid. useless. and overall chopped liver.

Not wanting to make a post that ask for sympathy but i drove all my friends away and so does everything else, now all i have is the laptop to write all my thoughts just because it makes me a bit sane letting it all out.

Anyways... after a hectic day (with being nearly being called on the police and all, did i forgot to tell my granny broke her spine- the only one that i am close with.

I had a thought~

What if i just stop everything?

Come to think about it I am overbearing to everybody... i should just revert back to being Adika... just Adika.

The kid that would be at bandar every friday with bag pack, armed with a sketch book and also a writing pad. In search of material to write about, it was a good happy time.

Everything was simple.

Life was indeed simple, i get the satisfaction from being curiously listening to Eleanor telling his ups and down about love; taking notes from it. Purple bus was the main mode of transportation and money was scarce but all was not overly overbearing.

Now everything is just a mess.

I hate it.

I hate everything.

I want to dissapear from all of this

Will you ever notice me...