Friday, December 17, 2010

I am not the kind of girl,
Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil
occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy,
Who should be marryin' the wrong girl,

I sneak in and see your friends,
And her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel,
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room,
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry,
This is surely not what you thought it would be,
I loose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say:

"Don't say yes, run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out,
Of the church at the back door,
Don't wait or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out,"
And they said, "Speak now,"

Fun gestures are exchanged,
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march,
And I am hiding in the curtains,
It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be,
She floats down the isle like a pageant queen,
But I know you wish it was me,
You wish it was me, don't you?

Don't say yes, run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out,
Of the church at the back door,
Don't wait or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out,
And they said, "Speak now,"
Don't say yes, run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out,
Of the church at the back door,
Don't wait or say a single vow,
Your time is running out,
And they said, "Speak now,"

I hear the preacher say,
"Speak now or forever hold your peace,"
There's a silence, there's my last chance,
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me,
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only lookin' at you,

I am not the kind of girl,
Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil
occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy,
Who should be marryin' the wrong girl,

So don't say yes, run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out,
Of the church at the back door,
Don't wait or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out,
And they said, "Speak now,"

And you say,
"Let's run away now,
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door,
Baby, I didn't say my vows,
So glad you were around when they said, "Speak now,"
*p/s:i want hym damn fucking much.want to be her damn fucking great wife.his own me ok..his smiles make me crazy over him!!!*
NAME:DANIAL IMRAN BIN KAMAROLZAMAN
NICK:BABY BOY
~stands for ma hubby a.k.a fame monster,cuz he kinda big similar like monster..hahaha,but still damn fucking luvr him*
DATE:15/06/1991
*nyh pic awal tahun nmpk cam hensem r,tp sbenanye bntot die cumil n besar..hahaha,syg die sgt2,sape curik die,i tembak pkai snipper.*

Monday, December 13, 2010

hehehe..this pic was taken during raye pose this year..yeah ma father's:HAJI SOLEHAN BIN SARPON,mom':HAJJAH SALIMAH BT HAJI ABDULLAH.i have 5sibs n i'm the eldest.in this pic,i was at the middle,~so short..hemo3~.besides me that wore blue baju kurung ma second sibs:SYAHINDAH BT HAJI SOLEHAN.the left one is ma third sibs:SYAFIQAH BT HAJI SOLEHAN.next of ma mom is ma luvrly fourth sibs:SYAHMINA BT HAJI SOLEHAN~sumpah i luvr u damn fucking much~.n ma last sibs:MUHAMMAD SYAHMI BIN HAJI SOLEHAN...so the end..

*ma life*

  • about me:
  • *read this before anything!!!!*
  • *myself * 
  • *19th august 1991* 
  • *jln au1b/1.tmn.keramat permai,54200kl* 
  • *diploma in public administration(am110) 
  • *faculty of administrative science&policy studies* 
  • uitm,lendu,alor gajah,malacca(2009)* 
  • *friendly:yes i am!!* 
  • *punisher:ohhhh i like to be:)* 
  • *people do change:so do i* 
  • *life is mean:ma life is totally a pieces of shit!!* 
  • *fuck off dak2 jb:especially dak2 kulai* 
  • *ma life become disaster bcoz of them!!* 
  • *life must be go on*