shit shit shit. my lungs are poisoned.

i m confused again. prolly i think the last thing i ll ever trust is myself

i think dad's gonna ask me a million qn about my ankle. doomsday has come

i've got pig leg now. awesome. i cant see my joint!

its become so much of a habit that i cant sleep w/o talking to you?

i m slowly finding myself funnier than the funniest joke on earth.

sighs~ twin uh i got no time to do what i wanna do. if this goes on, its gonna die down, and i m gonna regret it? ):

and soon i m gonna die of missing someone as well.

football has become such a unbeautiful game, watch berbatov tear kuyt jersey, fans bringing beach balls, kelong referees.tsk tsk tsk

oh my god? i think my fats is gonna make me die real fast.