How do you define perfect? Does perfect always bring you any good?
What happens when the so-called perfect matter dissapoints us?
Isn’t it confusing to strive from what’s left?
If perfect have different series, please tell me one that suits me.
Cause assorted menus have been served on my table but apparently in the end I still have no clue which would be good to my belly.
Maybe it’s about time I have to agree with the cliche saying: “You need what you really need, not what you want.”
not a good judge, really
21 Feb 2010 1 Comment
daydreamer's tale 
Feb 22, 2010 @ 02:06:14
just a nice lyrics …… ntar kalo g ke bandung, kita karaokean dan nyanyi keras2 deh niy lagu … huahahahahahaha ……
I don’t need to fall at your feet
Just ’cause you cut me to the bone
And I won’t miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don’t listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
’cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking
I refuse to give in to my blues
That’s not how it’s going to be
And I deny the tears in my eyes
I don’t want to let you see.. no
That you have made a hole in my heart
And now I’ve got to fool myself..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
’cause I’m the king of wishful thinking..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
’cause I’m the king of wishful thinking