I sang my song that was never appreciated... I sang still and waited... Until somebody listened... And we made music.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Who Wants A Scrub?
Whose song was that with these lyrics: "I don't want no scrub..."? Oh yeah, TLC. This song surely contains this feeling i so want to burst out!
What is a scrub anyway? "A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me... And a scrub is checkin' me but his game is kinda weak.. And I know he can't approach me cause I"m looking like class and he's looking like trash..." (No Scrub by TLC)
Sigh. I feel a little sulking over what i just realized. It was a total waste of time. I have spoiled hankies and tissue rolls for a nonstop pour of sorrowful tears. I consumed glasses of rich choco sundae and crispy fries and a plateful of pansit miko-bihon as immediate relievers for insanely thinking about my depressed state of being a wrenched quasi-dumpee! This is the classic case of a frustrated lover... almost there but not really. That scrub, the culprit.
Oh well, since i've wasted so much time thinking of loving him (wow, i almost made him rich), enough with this. I don't want no scrub. And i definitely doesn't want that bloating couch potato! (Ahaha... i still sounded bitter.)
=(
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