Sunday, August 12, 2007

Gloomy Sunday

Oh godamnit! i swear today is the damn fucking bored day in my life,i felt so fucking lonely and empty and i dunno why it happen on me.The only reason maybe,my happiness is gone for few weeks ago..Let it happen,hadapi dengan senyuman :]

The story begin by early afternoon i woke up for my last exam paper,huh im worried about the exam,oh well i thanks god..everything kinda ok and in control..syukur alhamdulillah.Done my paper for few hour and straight went to ss2 PJ walk around to watch the WCG qualifier,oh ya alot of gamers and its end around 1800.. when the time im on the way back to shah alam,huh the feeling was really unexpected,the only i can say is let it happen and go,hapadi dengan senyuman :) even i knew im broken enough! thanks once again,eh my mistake ok!.We just not in the same way,u cannot follow my style and i cannot follow yours too,and the final answer is breakup from me and the 1st time im asked for it.Yeah grew up more dude!

Swwttttttttttttttttttt my mind not in control enough,from evening until the early night i was confused on myself..its totally different.My heart told me im sad maybe ? huh lucky few friends invited me to join futsal,wow its for 2hours.. and syukur alhamdulillah im enjoyed! thanks guys.. im sweat alot,tired!

Everythings happen make me be more alert and learn from the mistake.And i guess its not the correct time for me to thinks about girl enough for now and ever?i dare to live alone or with my parents.Dear mum and dad i will try my best to take care of both of you.. pray for my dream to be reality.

Gloomy Sunday
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"Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays.

Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays."

Known as the "Hungarian suicide song"
the lyrics are Desmond Carter translation,
I think it's more powerful then Sam M. Lewis optimistic version.

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That Sunday was gloomy.
I'm hoping for some better days.

Posted by paopao at 3:51 AM

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