Had a dressing crisis early afternoon. Crisis, indeed.

I'm a KBOX addict. Specifically, we. Yes yes, we went to kpkb for 5 hours in KBOX. I meant, literally. I wonder what ran through the minds of the people who past our rooms. 5 kids, old enough to be working, jumping about on the sofa. Worst, not having the slightest self-awareness of our, to-die-for vocals.

Spare me. I dread walking for what seemed like miles. Spare me. I have a strong aversion towards electronics. Considering the massive crowd that accompanies. Sweat, from others, conveniently seeking refuge on my skin. I sincerely hope I'll wake up with my mindset changed.

'Guai guai. Boy. Popular'
'That's a triple oxymoron.'

'Do you sure you don't need my help?'
'You mean, are you sure you don't need my help?'

Irrevocably in love with bread, I am. I went to cartel and felt like a free-loader. Capsized the butter, dropped the bread, ate bread-crumps look-alike. Wooden flakes from chopping board, that is.

'If you truly love someone, you will give him/her your everything. Even if it means your life. But the best thing you can offer to him/her, is freedom.'
-Adapted from SK

Promise me tomorrow starts with you.