Now is friday night

I am horrified...

I told myself not to sprout nonsense tonight...

But I'm truly horrified...

Since when you need to be a perfecr english writer in order to be a blogger?

And the seemingly fat til tummy pulp can be a famous blogger?

Or only the people who virtually naked n reveal the seductive cleavage attracts the readers?

Me, a stupid Singaporean university graduate, chose not to write properly cos I am insane. This is a dream.

And I start to miss HER. Oh... it's a different her. Ask me.

I really have a secret to tell you.

I start to forget HER and miss a different HER. I should go and die. I am knocking myself now.