my freedom is shorting. my nation wants me locked up in an island called pulau tekong. the world is just another playground, so let it be.
thinking about it again, i have no idea why you sent that mail. i'll just wait here for the reply. this situation is like digging a grave, taking out a half rotten corpse, leave it around to expedite its decomposition and then burying it again. well, this just stinks.
im going to really put my heart and finish up or rather start on my wall. i have been procastinating for such a long time.
okay, i really need someone who is free to talk to now. ah tiong ah.
