This is the sound of a broken heart beating.
My gmail status says, You are invisble.I wish

I've no Lambourghini. No money.
No slender long limbs. No big brown eyes.
No sharp nose. No luscious lips.
No boobs. And definitely not a tight tummy.
Nothing to boast of, and I'm not complaining
How then, how can I be proud of nothing?
Sheesh, kill me please
No matter how hard I try, I can't put my finger to it.
Can't decipher this unwritten code
Perhaps I'll just leave it as that
I guess sooner or later more, these things'll pass
I hope this is just fugacious.
They said, too much candy gonna rot your soul
I think
that's my candyPizzazz - thats how I'm supposed to play
Piano was bad today, I've got no mood whatsoever to do anything
I went to pass Suwenn the stuff, headed to church
Bus was annoyingly long, and I was late
Dinner - Awesome shit, but I think I feel queasy from eating
I hate food (and durian ice cream) yux yux yux yux omg
Am feeling vvvvv unproductive. Sunday please come soon
Goodnight
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Funny how I'm listening to Jersey
And then my footprints just has someone from New Jersey
Just saying, seeya homies
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