okay.
what do you call a chinese new year slacker,
who is coincidentally a compulsive gin rummy gambler,
and takes pride in not touching a single atom of homework?
because right now, she needs a label
SMACKED IN HER FACE
to wake her senses.
Anything would do.
okay, no.
i take that back.

i miss her.
yeah, you.
you gone girl.
who didn't bother to say goodbye.
well, bye?
hell, i miss you.

part time culinary arts seems fun.
but RM3000+ ?
selling myself wouldn't get me that.

valentine's day.
there's not exactly a special someone.
but i'm not about to sing some "i will survive" song
and boost my self esteem enough to fill the ocean 3 times over
what happens happens.

i need to take a deep, deep breath.


i was never good at the inhale, exhale thing.