.nothing is ever enough.

Now, I don't want to lose you
but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you,I don't want to take you
but I don't want to be the one to cry.
And that don't really matter to anyone anymore.
But like a fool I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door.

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.

Now, I could never change you
I don't want to blame you.
Baby, you don't have to take the fall.
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.
Maybe I just want to have it all.
It makes a sound like thunder
it makes me feel like rain.
And like a fool who will never see the truth,
I keep thinking something's gonna change.

And there's no way home
when it's late at night and you're all alone.
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed,
there beside you,
where I used to lay?

Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.

Patti smith- love just ain’t enough

So, tell me…do we ever feel enough? Of everything we have in life? Food, sex, work or even love.

Being human, I can’t escape from feeling greedy, to have everything in life, the finest I could get. And to have what I want in life, I have to work my arse off making sure I get everything that I wish for, good movies, fine clothes, books. At the age of 24, I realized that if I work hard enough, I could get it all. Even love. Yes. Well, not that I have to work hard to get love but sometimes when you are blinded by it, you seems to go to certain extend of level just to make sure he loves u more and more. I have never been taught by my parents to ask for anything except for great knowledge and everlasting love from them. I can’t imagine myself saying ‘I wish that my friends/family/boyfriend/whoever whoever could buy me this and that’. (If I could, I would have my jeep ready to roar by now). Let alone to beg for sympathy like ‘but mommy, I want that doll! If I don’t get it I’ll be…sad’ kind of begging. Sometimes, it feels sinful to even ask my mom some amount of money to print my assignments. But Alhamdullilah, so far, He never set up a horrible blockade of my rezeki.

Right now, I think time is not giving me enough portions for me to hang out with my dearest friends in Muar. And that I think I have not received enough attention to a point I feel like I’m being ignored by all. And that I don’t have enough flair words to spill onto my blog or lack of fresh ideas to amuse my fellow blogger readers.

And Smith sings…love just ain’t enough. Pity love when it is overshadowed by everything else and just cannot make a breakthrough as an entity of its own.


Well, sometimes…nothing is ever enough.


Honestly, do we give Allah enough, in return, for all the blessings He gave us?


Living my life pathetically happy.
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