no matter how i believed i have found it.

it just ended so soon.

i’m so lost now.

i dun know wad i should do.

i dun know how to live my life anymore.

this is what i’ve been waiting for

i’m gonna carry on fighting for what i want.

but i need your support.

I’ll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what’s at stake
I know that I’ve let you down
And if you give me a chance
Believe that I can change
I’ll keep us together whatever it takes

If we’re gonna make this work
You gotta let me inside even though it hurts
Don’t hide the broken parts that I need to see
Like it or not it’s the way it’s gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me

But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I’d be lost without you and never find myself
Let’s hold onto each other above everything else
Start over, start over

to keep us together.

i don’t even know what to think.

i cant even take care of myself.

how can i take care of her.

damn boring. bore till my hairs starting to drop.

talking about some fucked up stuff about discrimination .

i mean, for fuck you talk about discrimination.

talk when see one chinese guy fight with a malay guy lah.

pointless.

-.-

my dream is dying.

back to square 1.

freaking square 1.

i hate square 1 . you know why?

you at square 1 on day 1.

and then you’re on square 1 on day #10124512810951.

you know the feeling?

its like running home so that you can reach home earlier just to find out that theres no one at home and u haven brought your keys out.

maybe! this is how i am suppose to learn about how to cope with stress, sadness and all the shit life throws at you. meaning this part of my life is suppose to let me learn something. right?

i want to ride a bike. you ask me why when i can drive. when you pull the throttle.

i can almost forget any troubles u know.

damnn nice.

i’m now stuck .

if i go to work, most likely i’ll drop out of sch in no time.

then i’ll screw up my future , ride the fucking 2b bike for e rest of my life.

become some pasar malam guy selling pirated disc :p

if i dun work. i can hope for 4d first prize, or toto, even better, big sweep oso can.

where can dream like that?

so do i just concentrate on studying , tahan the fucking bus transfers and weather.

or do i go to work, drop out of school and den eat shit 10 years later.

or do i pray everyday to CAI sen ye hope that he’ll be generous enough to help me abit.

of coz i know the last choice is crap lah.

so i do i go to work? or dun go to work.

that is the question

i’m back using wordpresss, after blogspot and all.

things have changed alot since ive last been here.

alot . i just cantt say .

so now i’m back using wordpress because blogspot is just too troublesome and not simple.

i hate html.and thats wat i’m supposed to learn in school .

so whats up you ask?

everythings down.

upside down.

i’m still stuck in this hole.

i need someone to pull me out.

i don’t know how to get out.

from today till monday.

gonna be the last few days of my gambling ok .

i’m tired .

i damn stressed out now. and everyone is busy. so i’ll just talk to wordpress k .

i feel like helpless. . .

maybe one day my post will be like.

yes! i’m so happy! blah blah.

is that day ever gonna come?

maybe all this wait, was for nothing.

maybe it wasnt supposed to come into my life after all.