it's not my time. i'd like to think not. which is not hard. not hard at all. see, i do have an explanation for myself after all. unrelatedlah, but you shouldnt expect anything less.
imagine gears, imagine axles and pulleys. imagine all rusted. automatic shutdown right when clock hits eighteen hundred hours. ooh sweet, we're all getting jungl-y now. them greenery is bloody irresistable. now imagine having to pass through sunrise, jetty, jetty, sunset (in that order). i feel nospecialthing no more. satu kosong.
it is a very good thing mr blue sansa can sing so many darn tunes.
plus entertainment is: (i get weak) looking at (cute) guys in smart (!).
it opens your eyes right up in the morning. one step below hot morning coffee.
this chic & single combo is mighty fun.