Wednesday, September 05, 2007

 

This is NOT another poem

Listening To: Wonderwall - Oasis
Mood: Fine =)

I'm home alone at the moment, cooking rice with the microwave. Yeah, I'm damn hungry now, after the roti canai at Devi's Corner, Bangsar. It's my second time to send cheebye PravinNayiwoke home, today is the second consecutive day. We could have chilled a bit longer, but he has some cheating to do, as he's giving Math tuition to one fat Chinese boy, hahaha...no not me...:P

Mei Xin is bloody sick in San Francisco and no one bothers to bring her to a doctor; she's too sick to hail a cab on the street. Damn, what the fuck is wrong with her friends? I'm wondering what kind of "friends" they are. They only present when there is fun but vanish when there is shit. Fuck this kind of "friends"!!!

Mei Xin, you have to be strong like a Spartan woman(I don't mean that you're old; you're a chick:P). You're all on your own when you're out there. You must be prepared for every shit, 'cause life's a bitch, sometimes. Next time, get some basic drugs for flu and cough since you're not a big fan of the cold climate, okay? You're a survivor, you're gonna be fine. When you're back here, I'm gonna chill and play Winning Eleven with you. By the way, there's a new version of WE, but I'm not too crazy about the new one.

My rice is cooked now, yeah!!!! Time to feast!!!!


"
Tonight let us make them remember: THIS IS ZION, AND WE ARE NOT AFRAID." - Morpheus (The Matrix)

-MaDCaT-

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