a little space i call my own

once and never
 
believe it or not. just now the weather ain't that cold. now that it had turned so damn windy and temperatures's falling fast. once you left. it's cold. it's damn cold.

i don't really have much to say. it's just another side of me wanting to type alot of alphabets on the keyboard. alphabets combine to become words? words combine to become sentences. sentences carry meaning. and this one after the full stop does carry one.

congratulation to you-know-who. if you are reading this that is. passed your driving test. (after failing once). so just drive that stupid black face off your face. it's tanned. and you're making it worse. don't give me that "i'm tired" shit.

ok. i may sound so unfriendly. i always do in this online space. do click my archives for more unfriendly posts.

but actually, i am friendly. in person. though abit guai lan. abit xia lan. abit attitude problem. abit autocratic. abit dao. abit stingy. abit lame. abit cold. abit of everything.

yup.

just abit.

god-so-wat-so-ever

still.

drink d.a.i.s.y m.i.l.k

empty the carton.

'cause i'm filling it up with regrets...