[currently listening to Roll The Credits - Paula Deanda]
this goes out to you....Thank you so much for nothing....
Boy in the beginning
The beginning it was me and you
I was Bonnie you were Clyde
And we were running
We were running for the list we knew
(Roll, roll the credits)
But then in the middle
In the middle you went and changed the script
Took a pencil and erased my happy ending
Instead of loving you I feel so sick
(Roll, roll the credits)
I know you directed it
I'm sure I produced a bit
So why's that chick stealing my show?
Baby tell me, who is she?
I need to know her name and number
Tell me, who does she hang out with when you're not together?
I ain't gonna do nothing crazy
I just need you to hear me
(Roll, roll the credits)
Roll the credits
And tell me how many of your friends you told all about it
They said you working last Friday night when I was calling
Did you lie to all of them too?
Or was I just a fool?
(Roll, roll the credits)
Roll the credits
Yeah yeah
You worked undercover
Gave her every single line I owned
And it doesn't make me feel any better
That you took her places we would go
(Roll, roll the credits)
I thought you were meant for me
My name should be on that screen
Tell me, why's that chick playing my role?
Baby tell me, who is she?
I need to know her name and number
Tell me, who does she hang out with when you're not together?
I ain't gonna do nothing crazy
I just need you to hear me
(Roll, roll the credits)
Roll the credits
And tell me how many of your friends you told all about it?
They said you working last Friday night when I was calling
Did you lie to all of them too?
Or was I just a fool?
(Roll, roll the credits)
Roll the credits
I know you directed it
I'm sure I produced a bit
I thought you were meant for me
My name should be on that screen
We weren't even at the end
But you started auditioning
And let somebody star in my show
(Baby)
Tell me, who is she?
I need to know her name and number (I need to know)
Tell me, who does she hang out with (tell me)
When you're not together? (who does she)
I ain't gonna do nothing crazy (aint gonna do nothing so crazy)
I just need you to hear me (I just need you, I just need you to hear me baby)
(Roll, roll the credits)
And tell me how many of your friends you told (tell me)
All about it? (who did you tell)
They said you working last Friday night when I was calling
Did you lie to all of them too?
Or was I just a fool?
Roll the credits
Roll the credits
cant belive this is happening after so much false hope. was a fool to believe it was meant to be. but you dont have to be crude to the awakening. it was nice til it lasted but you shattered it like it meant nothing....
its ok. guess its just wasnt meant to be.
for all those sweet-fake time shall i erase and move on. dont ever let me get to say i told you so...
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fyi...this blog is gonna be gone. i wanted some private moments.
till then
toodles
mizbithaqueen
p.s: guess the str8 path wasnt me. the controversial was just a game. loner is the final destination.
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
[currently listening to bamboo banga - M.I.A.]
im having sucha wonderful week. back to back meeting ppl. back to back gg out late at nite. back to back being sucha a good "customer service officer". hahaha. thanks to the new portal i found. and no Q, its not a sex portal. just me being honest online.
imagine from work to eastcoast. from work to furama. from work to forum. from work to fort canning. from work to arab st. and yes from work to JB. haha. yes darling to JB. for what you may ask......this is so weird but not there to eat or shop...but to club. well pub actually but its so huge its more like a club. its called sweet 16. not bad..nice music though. with who you may ask...with one of the guys. ahakz. with his frens. on a bike. near city square. and i was all excited but scared at the same time. i mean like hello! JB eh. tempat tak safe for singaporeans. but air dia murah giler. imagine a jug cost 4bucks sing dollars! mana orang dorang tak senang mabuk. like Q said...mabuk lagi ...sex lagi....hahahah...
and now im kinda broke. hahaha. not really lah. but i think enough for whats gonna take place on thurs. but erm, thinking twice about it because saturday also got outing and i'll be dried up. thinking of a possibility to get my way out. hmmm....
ouh ouh...shout out to netty...ur fren is H.A.W.T......like freaking hot. ingat can drag him along...but hes going taiwan. sheesh.
btw...i've been watching this episode on MTV, why can't i be you, and damn it's kinda cool. and i've been giving thoughts of it. if i were to try to be somebody, i'd love to be in Jay Emmanuel or Tyra Banks. Imagine being in the shoes of quirky, creative, beautiful, successful, in-demand person. Just imagine.....................................hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~
ouhya...wat do you do if you are in a midst of frenship and someone ask for more. but you don't wanna take the risk coz you really feel comfortable. no doubt its a total eye candy. but then the inferior complexity sheds the image that it will be the last of it. hmmm...where do we go from here?
toodles
mizbithaqueen
p.s:
i think i need it. i think i want it. i think i crave for it. but somehow im not chasing it. what's happening? i miss my bitches!!!!
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Wednesday, April 01, 2009
