Preparation on Packing

pack pack pack...huhuhuhu....1 pair of jean, 2 pair of shirts, and a pair of dress..enough for a weeks...and my luggage occupied by tonnes of junk food...
hiks not tonnes actually but it's F.U.L.L not bcoz my clothes but it's only K.E.R.E.P.E.K.....lalallallalala...ole ole dari abang n akak ipar suh bawa balik kampung...aduih ~~~ anyway...i'm going back tomorrow............phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww

my air ticket ~~

see...only this is my things...
errrr the Pati Ikan Haruan for ma mother...

can you imagine that, my luggage only fit for the junk food??
LOL

sorry sis, onli this i could find...errr, hope you like it...

and yeah...of cuz my lappie kenot be left over...

so, this is my preparation for tomorrow flight...

continue with packing and cooking now...lol, ppl ar fasting and i'm cooking...
daaaaaaaaaaaaa ~~~~

at last ....

throwing letter again...
my 2nd letter after all...
officially i'm announcing that i'm unemployed now....

the scary thought of mine

Do I feel myself deep inside or am I skin deep only?

I play games with my bright eyes that tell me the depth of my feelings for myself as well as for the people and the situations I interact with.

On the surface lie emotions, which react to the stimuli in a way that causes strain for the body as well as for the mind.

It's in the emotional reaction to a stimulus that all the tensions of life make their abode.
Eyes immediately tell which emotional reaction my existence has fallen victim to.

Only if we could have gone deeper!

Deep lies the passion!
How deep can we go inside our own self?

I'm sorry baby....
as I couldn't stand on my own foot...
I'm sorry baby...
as I do not know how to react on it...
I'm sorry baby..
as I'm not ready yet it is a dream of mine...

I'm sorry baby...

deep inside you always be mine...

you always be my lil' boy...

I'm sorry that I couldn't face it...

it's just like a sharp knife cut into my last breath...

I just wanna let you know that you always be mine..

Before He Cheats

Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a
bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now he's probably buying her some Fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
Oh and he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom polo
Oh and he don't know... OH!

That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, oh
Not on me...
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...
Oh, oh
Before he cheats
ohhhh..........

Slap U, B*tch

hahhaha...
wat a cute lil boy...