Don't forget me

Salam,
Currently touched by this song and the lyrics.


They thought they could dispose of me
They tried to make me small
I suffered each indignity
But now rise above it all

Yes, the price I paid was all I had
But at last, I found release
And if something good can come from bad
The past can rest in peace

Oh if you see someone's hurt
And in need of a hand
Don't forget me
Or hear a melody crying from some baby grand
You don't forget me

When you sing happy birthday to someone you love
Or see diamonds you wish were all free
Please say that you won't;
I pray that you don't forget me

But forget every man who I ever met
'Cause they only lived to control
For a kiss they paid a thousand
Yet they paid fifty cents for my soul
They took their piece
The price of fame that no one can repay
Ah, but they didn't buy me when they bought my name
And that is why I pray


And I dedicate this song to a dear friend who had her 22nd birthday today. I know she won't read this but I hope she won't forget me. Awwwh, I'm being sweet, I know. haha. 
Happy birthday Khalis. Wishing you all the joy and happiness  in the world :)

Fast forward

Rewind. Stop. Fast forward.
aah. How I wish life could be that simple. But hey, challenges make things interesting huh.


Had 3 vivid dreams bout goin to London! Pathetic I knowwww. And looking at my savings over and over again is not helping at all. The figures just won't increase! Am depressed. 

Dreaming and hoping are foc, harmless and total time-wasting when theres absence of execution. But, what the heck eh? We got to live and be unrealistic sometimes, lose ourselves a bit or else our minds will go cuckoo.

I dreamed of working overseas or studying there, live in an apartment alone with a very chubby cat as my sleeping partner. Everyday I go to work by underground subway, grab a cup of coffee along the way, work my ass out till 8 and then go home, do some cooking, pack the leftovers individually so I can reheat it when I am too lazy to cook or when I come home late at night. Hurm, what else, ouh, read some books before sleep, and have girls day out during weekends for bitching session, have a stroll at the park while ogling some hot guys. hehe.

And none of this ever include children or a husband. I never imagine myself in that role. Maybe I should stop being so selfish and start dreaming with somebody else in it. But then, I like the one in which I live in an apartment alone where I can decorate it, cook whatever I feel like, travel whenever I get the day off and indulge myself with some(?) shopping. Okay, maybe more than some. What a life. A great one indeed.

As for children, I can adopt. I think. I can handle them. I think. Okay maybe I have to rethink. Haha.
On second thought, for this role I definitely need a husband. I don't want things to get complicated in the future especially when my kids start to ask "Mom, are you gay?" No.

Ayo, this is Ramadhan, fasting month and I post this crazy thinking. What the hell am I thinking. Clearly, I put my brain somewhere else while posting this. Pardon my lapse of judgment. But then, I do that quite often. *sigh* Ouh, you, just wish me all the best. Haha

Typical.Lyrical.Physical

typical.cliche.

Ouh, every single one of us wanted to escape that but we end up at the same road in the end.

The most cliche of all : LOVE

Nooo. I believe in love. Family love. Friendship love. But people always tot that THAT love is the greatest love of all. Blame titanic, romeo & juliet and whatever romantic comedies you can come up with.

Hey, love is everywhere. Not having a boyfriend doesn't mean its the end of the world.
I'm personally quite content with what i have now (except for my cgpa. urgh)
Sometimes i wonder what it feels like to have a boyfriend......oookaayy, enough  of this.

In fantasy world, I would like to be the evil queen as in the snow white. I would like to be in her shoe, to know what had made her to become as such. Bear in mind, evil or good is not absolute. Sometimes good is evil and vice versa.

p/s : am hungreyh. anticipating of what my mom will cook for sahur. :D

I cannot brain this.

Salam.

I don't understand this.

We are human. To err is human but some people doesn't seem to grasp this concept.

Because they always think they are right. Like all the time. *roll eyes*

Unless you're God, then its fine with me.

I don't understand this.

Boys. 

Giddy-giggling girl acts which indicates one has brain damage are totally fine with them. Surprisingly, boys do dig this. Meanwhile, the funny non-giggling girl cast no appeal to them. I'm like whaaaa. 

Yep, Miss Argov, me too wonder why.

Jealous, no. I'm just plain annoyed with these things. 

Plus when theres no rational explanation to support them.

I'm sure one of you out there have the same thinking as mine. 

Ouh, Happy Ramadhan. Pray that I might get answers to these questions. :)