Pretty pretty lyrics.

If we were a movie
You be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
You fall in love with

In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song




It's stuck in my head. Darn it.

Recaps

Recaps on past week, to name a few:

1. Working at an ridiculous low pay - RM40 per day. Yes, no triple pay even on raya. -_-
Child abuse man.

2. Ate Mcdonald's ice cream practically everyday. Surprisely, not bored of it yet.
It is ice cream after all. ; )

3. A ***** asked for my number! O_o
Scared the shit outta me. Petrified giler. Crucial heart attack.
No thanks to Andrew, hmph. ; (

4. Sudden PMS even when not having menstrual.
Could it be menopause? *Gasp*

5. My eyes still bengkak from the emo-ing yesterday.
Damn. (Succumbs to shades.)

6. Got to know a guy which I never ever utter a word to him before
even though studying in my school.
(Sorry larh. You don't expect me to know everyone in my school rite?)

7. Went to Bryant's house.
His mom rustles up the most wicked fish porridge. Succulent.
(Remember to leave some for me next time kay? ;9 )

8. Met Chia Sing.
Her voice is one octave higher than normal human beings. XP
She's one hell of a hyperactive girl. ( Where do you get so much energy girl?)

9. Flunked all exams by not studying.
(Note to schools : never ever place exam days close to holidays.)






I need a vacation. To escape. ; (

Dilemmas

Lately, been emo-ing & PMS-ing a lot.
It's not like me. I don't break down. Impossible.

But yet, feelings that I have been keeping to myself for so long
seems to come out of me in tears. Uncontrollable ones.

As strands of tears pours dowm my cheek,
I ponder among what am I crying about.
The silliest thing is, I don't know the reason of these tears.

I don't cry. Only attention- seekers do that.
Crying is a sign of weakness.

Have a problem, get over it.

People ask me what's wrong.
I oppose that I'm not going to tell them.

I don't wanna turn into the kind of girl who rants and whines
about everything slight obscure minor problems.

I don't cry and complain. I'm much better than that.

You already have your own sets of dilemmas.
I don't want you to stress out over my problems too.
Another load of excess baggage wont do you any good.

I'm not sharing not because I don't trust you. (Ok, maybe.)
I'm not sharing cause I don't wanna burden you with my dilemmas
when you already have tons of problems going on in your head.

I don't want sympathy from people.
It's pathetic.

So if i dont tell you why I'm down...
It's because I know you have your own millstones to stress on.
It's because I care about you too much to kick up a fuss about my silly insignificant dilemmas.

So please don't ask. It's for your own good.
Knowing you worrying about me, just make me get more flustered.




P.S. Blogging about your feelings is actually a very good therapy.

Lost.

Sitting in the noisy classroom,
I hear boisterous laughter and nonsensical chit-chatter.

The people pleaser part to me
day by day have slowly seem to fade away.

They only come when they want something from me,
but they're never there when I need them.

Where are you when I want to complain about my jiggly body fats?
Where are you when I wanted to obsess about the boy I couldnt get?
Where are you when I'm on the verge to tears?

You cry for the smallest things,
while I had to stay tough so people wont see my scars.

You fuss about the silliest things,
while I have huge skeletons locked in my closet.

Whenever you're down in the ditch,
I pick you up and make you laugh 'til you pee your pants.

I'm your lil' bitch,
there when you need me & begone when you're up and partying.

I may be happy and joyful all the time,
but I do have feelings, although I dont like admitting it.

Hiding my tears with laughter,
hiding my pain with sarcasm.

I want to be strong,
to be independent,
standing own my own two feet.

I admit defeat,
I'm not that tough.

No matter how I try to lie to myself that I can make throught this cold harsh world by my own,
I can't.

A Father's Love

Being a long distance runner,
I know it's a torture just to complete half a marathon,
let alone bringing along a load of 110 pounds?!


From the bottom of my heart, I salute you Hoyt.
You're 66 years old but more fit then most of the youth out there.
You dedicate your life to give him happiness,
not giving up on him when youknew he had cerebral palsy.

Now that is what I call love. ;')
Can ya beat that?