what a breat day.

breat means, bad and great.

bad cause our poor friend, rizky must go to singapore to be cured.
this is all because of those fucking mosquitoes.
they are shitting and biting all of us.

bad because my guy, the one that i love so much must go away, probably for a bit long time.
and this is really sad.

great because i have anew best friend,i know i must stop telling you this. but it;s just s great news.
hahaha.

i am being ignored by him, that's all right.
i am NOT being loved, well probably i am sure someone loves me out there
i am being hated, i am crying but i am happy at least they hate me but they have no strength to kill me.

well, i am so proud of myself, cause i am still standing up straight.
looking for the right place and the right man.
well, the right man will come someday, but the right place won't move anywhere

and now i am in a place of nowhere, i don't know where i am
cause my tears have brought me to a wrong place.
so someone please bring my tits home.
ups, i mean bring me home.

wahah, i guess i just can't handle my bad words.

but words are hitting more than we thought they were going.

i can't believe i am still awake on these kind of hours, what am i thinking?

i can't sleep, thinking about something unimportant.
a boy, a man, and a tree (no, probably not), ugh. what a ridiculous mind.

what's your story?
we will make it tit for tat.
good night.