ÂªÃ±Â¡Â§ ÂªÂ§hÂ®Âªff pÂªÂ®t II

Friday, August 27, 2004

Feels useless and unneeded after...aizzzz tak yah sebut lah. I'm just being difficult...and tiresome.

I need some cuddles but he's snoring away. Why is it I couldn't just stretch my legs out a bit and kick his ass off the bed? Love huh? I guess so. And I have no energy to indulge in flirtings when I was so into that just a month ago. Gettting older? Or just bored? Sebetulnya kan..aku dah tak kuasa.

Oh before I forget...I just received a message in my YM offline box from jeng jeng jeng...Lynna. She used to be my mother's son girlfriend. Maybe she is still with him. I didn't ask..at least not now. Dia cuma kata dia sihat, anak-anak dia pun sihat. And she asked about the family. As if she didn't know huh. She should because she was the catalyst of my family's misery pe. She asked me whether I got married already. Why is it people yang kita tak berjumpa lama always ask that question eh? MAcam dah tak de soalan lain lagi nak tanya gitu. Tanya lah aku bila aku nak makan free ke...bila aku nyer last orgasm ke..Ni tanya kawin kawin kawin. When she's bloody well know I can't get married with my family life in shambles like this. I can't wait for her reply. I just love to give sweet sarcastic retorts yang menusuk tajam terlekat kat hati dia. I don't wish her peace or health or whatever. I'm still sore on behalf of my parents.

If you read this, don't think I forgive you just because I ask about your well-being. I miss your kids I won't lie about that. We could have been the best of friends...I could have been the best sista-in-law you could ever have...ever. We could have been so close. But you betrayed my trust in you..by taking my brother,
the only brother I have, away from me.

Happy Ending

Oh oh, oh oh..
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh..
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

[Chorus:]
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh .
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh,

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

[Chorus]
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

He was everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

[Chorus]
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

[x2]
Oh oh, oh oh, (in background Oh oh, oh oh)
So much for my happy ending,

Oh oh, oh oh, SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh....

I love this song. I wish I was her heheh.

Been spending my working hourse day dreaming. I do that when I feel sleepy especially after a heavy lunch. Just to keep my eyes open, in my head I spin stories about me being a model lah (I wish!), an artist( I wish I was so I could paint sceneries and sketch people's faces and be moody and no one say anything because an artist should be moody pe), about dating a rock star lah...macam citer hindustan gitu. Today I was a writer writing a Dear Diary column for a top rated newspaper. You can laugh and say it's stupid...and full of shit (which is true) but I don't care. As long as my eyes stay open and my imagination run wild, why not? You can try too. Be anything you want and nobody need to know tour fantasies. Shit! I shouldn't even tell you about this kan?

i'm watching you...
Friday, August 27, 2004

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