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people in black

Monday, March 7, 2011

stalker

Salam readers.

Kenape kan kadang-kadang kita selalu jer stalk orang yang kite suka?

Dengan orang yang kite tak suka pun kite stalk jugak. =___="

Aku admit yang aku selalu jugak lah stalk orang ramai. Orang ramai? Or ramai orang?

Yes, I'm a stalker! I admit that. Fuhh!


But sometimes this part time job makes me feel relieved. I can know something fishy about the peoples that I stalked. LOL :D

And I just thought that isn't they know that I stalked them? As for me, they should be proud and amazed caused someone has stalked them. A lot! Haha! Ouh no. I'm felt too naughty to mention about these nonsense things.

"Hey you. Can you give me a chance to meet and talk to you before you fly to the place that is a hundred miles away from me? Or do you wanna leave just like that without saying GOODBYE? Think about it please. :("

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

muse - unintended

Salam readers.

Huhu. Hari nie syok gile aku layan lagu Muse nie. Tajuk die Unintended. Best ler lagu nie. Aku suka gila! Haha. Lirik and melody die pun not bad gak. Sekali dengar terus suka. Hihi.

Lagu nie pun aku tau dari sorang member aku nie ha. She puts this song in her blog. Lagu nie dah lame dah ade tapi nape sekarang baru aku tau? Aiyooo. =___="

Jom layan lagu nie~

Muse - Unintended

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I’ll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I’ll always love

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I’ll always love

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

feeling empty

Lately, my heart feels so EMPTY.

Without any reasons.

WHY?