this guy here (don't doubt, it's me),
just reach home (no.)
decided to get on the world wide web (is it?)
and write his days off, sound bad (does it?).
just surfing around, (very free huh)
and saw this sinful thing. (it seems)
if indulgence in it, can cure what you're feeling (really...)
then i really, see no harm in turning it into a benefit (yup yup!)
if everything you have tried, (then?)
what i would suggest (what?)
head down there, and feel relax (huh? where?)
just a pity it ain't clear, come to me if you want the answer clear
if not, you have to keep guessing
i guess that can't be help (you serious?),
unless you reach me and prepare a song to sing (what?!)
haha, okay, i'm just kidding.
that place is the cheesecake cafe.
god, it's sunday (argh)
one of the "s" day (huh?)
trying to be sex (right.)
but sure it seems like the last day, afterwhich, is a monday
so how does monday looks like.
it looks like this.
so untidy. so messy.
so video tape, lai-ber-ri
don't get insulted.
it's my work place.
sigh. to think i have to head back there.
but thinking twice.
it's not that bad.
'cos i only get to stay,
till june the second.
but what the hell
they shift me there
trying to act cool
my silence does not mean me a fool
i don't care i don't know
everything seems so unknown
all i know, all i know
is that the rain has been falling, yes or no?
wondering why barcodes are plainly black and white...
sign off.
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