Saturday, March 12, 2005

1st episode-lady in red

Most of us will somehow relate ourselves with any lyrics available out there. Be it love song lyrics, depressive lyrics, motivational lyrics or whatsoever that ever exists. well,...lady in red was one of the songs...that reminds me of someone. Someone was once, so important to me.
It was...something 'eerie' and funny to realize that you're in love with someone that u never met, seen, touch,..or smell.., and it all heppened this thing that we call the internet.i myself dont really get to trust this kind of net relation until i bumped into one, myself.
Some of the people out there may never expect an extraordinary tragedy would happen in their lives. Be it things that cherish us with joy and hope...or something that would really pull us down to the ground and at times when we sometimes spiritually made the decision to 'quit' our lives instantly.
The lyrics i picked from eric clapton and 1 of my fave metal band, sentenced...shows a huge difference of hatred. yet somehow it relates to only 1 specific cause, LOVE. in representing my perception towards past experience of it, these 2 excellent lyrics shows it all. still, i'm not that cruel.....anybody..everybody if been given the chance to make things up better again, would do anything to have that option..again.i do. But for me, it was something..impossible.
Lady in Red, the most tragic love story i've ever bumped into...and yet..without an open mind, it would be nothing but fantasy. but as for the only person that had faced it before, with a circle of friends, its real. i can bet my life...its real.
Life itself, a void that exist extremely msyerious for humans to describe. Death, on the other hand, another form of existence which co-relates with the practical life, and essence of spiritual and physical of mankind. But when things occured, particularly in looks so vivid and yet remain unexplained. Imagine that 5 minutes ago all of us were laughing out loud and yet in a sudden we heard news upon death of our love ones. And nobody can describe how we eventually believe that we're breathing the air...whereas we have never seen the 'air' physically. Though when you put yourself in a plastic bag and choke yourself, then you'll know how important air is...eventhough we cant even see, touch or feel its presence.
So i'd say that that when it comes to concluding anybody's story which on earth sounds so ridiculously lying, think again of everysingle thing that surrounds us nowadays, nothing is logical. again...NOTHING, is logical.

Her name was Ameera Nartika Scarlet Abdullah Ameer.....

Wednesday, March 02, 2005


When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so very special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts I want to have control
I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice When I'm not around
You're so very special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?I don't belong here.
She's running out again, She's running out She's run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want
You're so very special I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.I don't belong here.