Monday, March 31, 2008

all the sad songs ain't so sad

''The Glass Ceiling''

According to Merriam Webster’s online dictionary, glass ceiling is a noun that means :

an intangible barrier within the hierarchy of a company that prevents women or minorities from obtaining upper-level positions


yeah. thats what i'm going to talk about tomorrow with teacher. SAM sux. =)


anyway. was playing around my thumbdrive recently, and i heard this super old song. the last i heard it was during my SPM time. it was Butch Walker's mixtape. then i got addicted to it. yay.



"Mixtape"

You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you
You say goodnight, in my mind
I'm sleeping next to you
You drive away from my car crash of a heart
And I don't know

But you gave me the best mixtape I have
And even all the bad songs ain't so bad
I just wish there was so much more than that
About me and you

You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun
You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one
I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel
You don't know

Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have
And even all the sad songs ain't so sad
I only wish that there was more than that
About me and you

[Jambatan]
Oh, don't turn around and say bye again
Yeah it crushes my head when you call me
Your friend and I'm not the same person
From back in the day in the back of the class
That you thought was gay
No I can't find the words cause I lost them
The minute they fell out of my mouth
And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips
And just let me kiss 'em
And let's get messed up and listen to probably...

The best mixtape I have
And even all the bad songs ain't so bad
I just wish there was so much more than that
About me and you
About me and you
About me and you
About me and you
About me and you
About me and you



nothing much to update. kit finally left =(

but its okay. heh. neway, found out that if you eat too much iron, your face will turn black lol.

i know how to be an indian now =D



p/s : i've decided not to cut my hair for another 3 months. to stop me, cut it for me.



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