somebody with the ability to sweep mi off my feet absobloodylutely have the power to pull me back from the mixer n root my converse size 5 feet*winkz*(but cannot buy shoes... u'll regret) back to the harsh reality of life.. face it shitty cherie.. it's over..

i dono why i blew it oso.. *still thinking how come i let u go so easily* baby.. i'm nt casting nasturtiums by being such a jerk.. or slut as wat emo-is wld call mi.. i'm a coldfish n i wan to remain tt way until i met u.. but i'm scared n jus wan to end it all now b4 i sink deeper. plus i'm nt fit to b a cradle snatcher.. baby.. ur too young for mi isn't it? 'so many faces n places i haven seen'-jason mraz lines lah dey~... baby.. i give u ur freedom. perhaps mine as well...

i suck big time rite? but i'm nt toying w ur feelings... it's jus me.. u truly deserve a sweet fresh cherry.. nt some bitter rotten wan.. 'bu shou' wan or some preserved wan.. hehe.. i'm the dried wan... old oredi lah dey~

i had a bad morning.. cldn't slp so i whacked my guitar.. until dad woke up n scold.. kena hirangued for playing the piano early in the morn... trying to act like the morisette ger by blowing tt old rusty harmonica *still dono how to blow an 'A' out tt stupid piece of useless metal*.. trying to act like m.o.m... listening to emo... aiyah... heck lah... i'm giving a flying f*ck about all this manzzzz..... boozie niteout w tt peeeeee-nut... intoxicate myself or wat...

chairman of the spinster club screams:

foxtrot oscar!!!!!!