My December.

On that day, that day I walked away in December.
I will always remember.
I'll regret it forever.

In the shadows.

Too many shadows in my room, too many hours in this midnight, too many corners in my mind. So much to do to set my heart right, it’s taking so long. I could be wrong, i could be ready. But if i take my heart’s advice, i should assume it’s still unsteady. I am in repair. I stood on the corner for a while, to wait for the wind to blow down on me, hoping it takes with it my old ways and brings some brand new luck upon me. And now i’m walking in a park, and all of the birds, they dance below me. Maybe when things turn green again it will be good to say you know me. I’m in repair, i'm not together, but i’m getting there.

Dosage.

Needs the dosage of ink being inject into my bare skin like a drug addict needs his kick. Well, that's too over.

Korean-ian.

Koreans songs are awesome, i listen to them alot nowadays.

Work.

Work is damn boring, i swear.

Wait till the money is bank into my account. Awesome.

& there's this cute girl working there for this CNY event too. She listens to metal and rock songs, awesome or what.

Hangover.

Got quite wasted ytd literally, but fun stuff.

& i misplaced my new bought shirts at 'Cheers'.

Bloody hell. Which motherfucker took it shall burn in hell. Never to be recarnated.

Blonde.

I'm going to dye my hair to full blonde, like some random malay kid.

I suppose i'm going to look more malay-ish aftermath.