Thursday, April 22, 2010
She's no good. Posted at 3:58 AM
It's a one day late, but I can't forget the fact that you're still human. Not humane, just human. So this is for you.

I watched you strut, I thought it was gonna be a day to remember. I waited, I couldn't care less, but I still waited. I wondered what she gave you and what she did. Today was supposed to be your day. And to be honest, I saw nothing. No excitement. No pure bliss. No nothing. If you're grieving, I feel you. She's no good.

I hope last night, you were the king. You were the happiest son of a gun in the world, and that nothing could bring you down. Just for one night, I hope you got that. And just for that one night, I thought of you. Every other days, I'm on my way to believing, trust me.

I would've baked you fucking cupcake, for all I know. Hahaha. But I'm sorry. Nazraj didnt wish you. I reminded him but he didnt. But its okay, here's to you, on his behalf. And from me, and my 'kampung'. My sisters and my cats. The whole human population, including John Lennon and Sophia Bush, skies and stars, here we are singing out loud, here's to you, Mushir Muhd Malkit.

Happy fucking birthday.
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