Who am i to fool myself?
making myself sound so sunshiney on the phone with you when inside, im faltering and breaking like some cracked mad cow? so fucking fake, munirah. urgh.
but im trying. i can control this. im okay so far, am i not.
and another thing, i should STOP playing around. its fun testing here and there.but not fun anymore when im dealing with someone else's feelings.
just because i miss the affections i used to get pamper with, that i cant get what i want, that to me, lust is the answer now to broken love, the last thing i should do now is to jeopardize friendships. not everyone thinks like i do and i should get that fact right into my thick emo head.
doesnt mean a man breaks you damn hard, you have to break every single nice man out there for revenge. that only happens in hindustani movies. this is reality.
damn.

on the other hand, Fantastic Four was okay-okay je. jess alba was HOT. but i still prefer Batman Begins. more... realistic? you people should go Shaw, empty gile nye. the loo's damn sparkling clean too. even stayed there DURING the movie and i could still hear whats happening clearly. heh. lucky my nice company didnt went to find me cuz i took quite long in there. heh. men will never understand the chemistry between a woman and the lavatory =)

2 am and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to..

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe...


< yours truly.