*bilchyfizz__________________ i cant find myself
/Sunday, October 30, 2005
/00:00

Someone once told me,
When your heart is crying,
There will be no tears in your eyes.
That there is only pain, aching inside...

Perhaps my heart is crying,
Since I wanted to cry, and cried I did,
So vivid I cried for the memories,
But no tears came from my eyes...

Is it so that my soul is aching?
I wanted to scream, and screamed I did,
But no sound came from my mouth...
Although, as if my soul wanted to shout!!

Was it a bad dream? A solid nightmare?
Was it an act of a heart, broken in despair?
Wished I knew, as my heart and soul...
Both are crying aloud, within.

How can this be happening?
How can love turned to elusive thing?
How can a heart and a soul cries?
In my dream, I was chasing a butterfly...
In my dream, he came and kissed my eyes...
And when I am awaken, there is no one, hereby.

When your heart is crying,
There will be no tears in your eyes.
And there is only pain, aching inside...

xxmuackxx
___________da story endz like this..




_____B I L C H Y_____

I'm shy. sensitive. gentle. patient.
I'm exuberant. lively. exhibitionist.
I hide the considerable depths of my character under a
cloak of frivolity.
Sometimes I make no sense.
Sometimes I'm perfect.
Sometimes I'm a mess.

Narcissist.
If I don't love me, who will?

I do not give myself easily and are sometimes accounted cold.
If I'm deceived my anger is terrible.
If disillusioned, I do not forgive.


Try figuring me out. You never can.
I am all extremes...



I.N.T.I.M.A.T.E.S.

LAF
ayu
bubz
eila
fad
fara
horny bitch
nad
ns
runn
shashi-mee
syafiq
syira
van
wan khai
yan han



h.u.s.h. ___ h.u.s.h.