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Paranoid Android

I am sad.
I am alone on the Christmas Eve.
Alone.
Very much alone.
I am sad.
I listen to Paranoid Android
Nobody has sad voice like Thom Yorke

"Ohhh rain now... rain now, come on rain now on me
from the great height, from the great great height, height..."

Toldja it was sad.
It was. It's simply devastated.
Its suicidal song.
urm Whatever.

And today in between jobs, discussion with my fucking senior, rushing to get the roasted turkey, searching for a good knife, calling on people, love, jobs again, banks and stuff.
I am still sad.
Thom Yorke's voice is in my head.
Now I know what radiohead means.
Damn, Brits.
You're always the best in music

So I am alone.
On xmas eve.
" No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes December it's obvious why
Nobody wants to be alone on Christmas time.."
John Mayer on St Patrick's Day

I said my goodbye on November
I waved my hi on December
Im still alone on Christmas time

I am sad
I bought 2 Milo kotak
A pack of asam boi
and 4 small bottles of Mo Far kor
I wanted the small Cornetto
but I forgot to take it
I wanted the Sneakers bar
but I remembered I had pack of Cadbury Strawberry Zip
My favourite.
Always.
and I had 2.
:)

I know I will still sad.
Sigh.
I feel like watching Forrest Gump
Maybe an idiot could cheer me up

I hope.



Hushgirl currently listening to : Paranoid Android by Radiohead

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