Why are We Still Friends?

We do almost everything That lovers do And that why's it's hard Just to be friends with you And everytime your heart is broken By the fool I want you to know That it hurts me too It's hard to wipe your tears away Knowing you should be with me, tell me Chorus: Why, why are we still friends When everything says We should be more than what we are And tell me why Everytime I find someone that I like We always end up being just friends Verse 2 I would hate for you to find somebody new Who you really love Cause it could mean losing you But am I a fool girl not to say If I'm always scared I'll lose you anyway Somehow someway I've got to choose Got to choose no matter if it's win or lose (repeat chorus) Bridge: I don't want to be like your brother I don't want to be your best friend I only want to be your lover When will this end? If I told you that I want to be in your life? If you could be the woman in mine

SaPpy Day

For the longest time that I haven't used my cheap hated blackberry celfone, I was stucked with it on time when I was supposed to badly have a good working phone. 'coz you see, I waited for hours in a lonely place where all I can do is to watch people come in and out of a crowded lounge- hoping that a familiar face would soon meet my eyes. I searched few times for any saving grace in my bag (book, pen, iPod, crossword puzzle, or my other phone that I could use to access mobile internet but booboo - there's none!) Where was my mind when I needed it the most??? ~insert Forgetful Lucy here~

Anyway, here are the only three photos I took in memory of this "sappy day"

(half sad + half happy = sappy)

This is me, as you know, I look stupid. Maybe because of the stress of the long waiting and the fact that my camera's phone is almost busted, I looked like a boy! Look even more funny, yah?

The last bottled water and the censored bag

Such a lonely place. Hate lonely place! :(

:( ByeBuyOink :(

Almost But Not Quite

Have you ever met someone whom you consider as the perfect one for you?

Someone whom you feel at home with, like a reflection of your self, despite all the things that you don’t really have in common, and regardless of your religious, cultural, emotional and social differences…

Someone who laughs at your jokes, even if they are not funny and downright corny or plain. Someone who would agree to your wildest, craziest, and sometimes criminally inclined ideas. Someone who knocks you off your feet, while lifting your soul up to cloud 9.

I have… almost, but not quite.

Because although it seems like we’re a perfect match, we turned out to be  the perfect representation of the saddest love stories Math has ever told…

Of parallel lines, who were never meant to meet. Of tangent lines, who were together once then parted forever. And of asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer, but could never be together.

Reblogged from HERE