blame it on me.

music [ mario- how do i breathe ]

when her own father call her own daughter, 'son of a gun', maybe she's the one to be blame.
when her dydy call her a flirt & a sucker for handsome guys, maybe she's to be blame too.
when she's trying to get her happiness back, problems flood in like no one business, like 'oh, do i look like i care', & once again, she's to be blame. WHO ELSE? RIGHHHHTTT.

don't ever say you care, cos you don't.
don't ever say you love me, cos you don't.

seriously, i don't know what else to do. btw, i worked at boat quay with my dearest wawan(ttm) because there was not enough staff there. a veryvery pleasant place to work at. :) we went back to IP at 5 in the afternoon.

i'm at the midst of helping a colleague to solve the misunderstanding at work. at the midst of helping & advising kak fidah on her relationship. just make me feel like crying when she break down. sigggh. what's life without its ups & downs. YAYAYAYA.

i so need my ttm right now. now! yes now! i need a shoulder to cryy on.