FML - This time round, it isn't just like any open scars nor bleeding wounds, it wouldn't be okay when you woke up the next morning and find that the bleeding has stopped, the once torn up flesh was now concealed beneath a new layer of skin. It wouldn't heal, not just yet. ): Never ever...

HOW NOW BROWN COW! ):

Am I gonna work Plan A or Plan B? So what if both plans worked out, what if none worked out, I've got so many what ifs, unanswered, my heart's never at ease, I know it isn't as simple as uttering midnight prayers or hoping for a miracle... But... if there's a will, there'll always be a way. Aiya, I promised BBboy not to let myself get affected by this right. But then again....... AH, shutup.........................

Second time round', I won't be so lucky, not again.

Okay, nuff' of that, my mind's exploding! I fucking hate Indians, no offence, esp. bespectacled male ones with a clean shave. FUCK EM' ALL, DICKHEADS. * Chewwww you down my throat *

I do not feel like updating Blogger now, but you could help me if you like, ask me. :)