Ramblings of a Mami of Two

PDA sket okes... Saya rindu dia ni.. Cepat la June sampai!

Bad Day Sometimes when I walk out of my room, I wish it would be my last time. I wish that when i walk across the road, a drunk driver would hit me and leave me there to die. And spare me the hassle of taking my own life away. I'm depressed, but not enough to do it myself. So wouldnt it be easier to have somebody else do the dirty job? That's very ungrateful of me, kan, but what is the point of living when you just can't get things right?If failure were a a drop of water, I would be drowning now. I can't swim. If I stayed long enough I would be dead. I'm sorry, but I give up.

Hey honey, I'm better off dead to you, don't you think so?

Will you be my Valentine? The title has nothing to do with what I'm about to write. And I don't celebrate Valentine's either. What i'm about to write is a sad entry, might potentially bring you down, or might lead you into thinking that i'm an attention seeking whore. Whatever it is, it's your choice. You're totally entitled to have your opinion. **************** Sometimes I failed to appreciate my loved ones. It was never important to give them a call and say hi. I never really bother to tell them that I love them, except on special occasions. Always assuming they know, but what we don't know is that a simple I love you can actually brighten someone's day. I always hide behind a wall of pride and never want to say sorry after fights. There was no goodnight kisses either. And sometimes I didn't even say thank you to small things they did, like, bringing home goreng pisang for tea, or chicken curry for dinner. And when they're gone, or even a...

Chain me up the fridge and lemme clean your meals. Chain me up to a metal ball and let me drown in the sea. Ching, ching, ching..