i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

woke up at 9am which meant i was late for work..haha..oh well..10 minutes doesnt really make much of a deal..nothing interesting happened..bumped into fyera on the train..and she cut-ted her hair!alamak!everytime fyera cuts hair,i will never know..but then today!she got concave hair..which doesnt really compliment her..but what do i care..haha..

then [you] received phone call later in the evening and got nonsense..im sure that lady was having a fit of rage..how come $5 with tape cannot use?can la..alamak..pakcik/uncle/mama shop will accept mah..what only..anyway [you] let your emotions get the better of you..gee..i wanted to hug [you] so much longer than that..and say that everything was gonna be alright and i wanted to listen to your story and and be of help..but then there were stuffs to do and other people were asking what happened..so i let them..

journey home with kistel is like any ordinary journey home with kistel..she and her obsession with tappered people..haha..how nice..told me she was no more staying in her hostel for the next semester cause hostel horrible..haha..i think she just doesnt want to be deprived of oreos and nutella anymore..she making story to cover it up..haha..and my sentence structures are gradully failing..haha..

oh well..am gonna text *the one now..wonder if *the one's homework is done..haha..opening again tomorrow..bliss.


when it rains,i want to be with [you].