Hurhur...i feel so M. Not m&m. Or even mushy. Just M.
I've been working alot these days till last friday when i met my gals..i had to tell them that im gonna be the listener and you guys talk. Its tiring to have to talk non-stop. Its like "Gd evening C******,ziz speaking..Do you need a taxi now?". And you have to repeat it on each new call over and over and over and over and over again. One day i can take up to 500 calls. Well,thats minimum...i should get about 800 calls if its peak period day.
Some things just cant stop bothering me.
I wish it would go away.
Yet, these things are memories.
Hence, i cant forget them easily.
Im disgust by it...im shameful of it. Wish i could let this hush-hush be known
But then again.... my lips will forever sealed.
Sometimes i just find it weird that you re-appear. Are you the moth that flutter and die beside my bed?
Did you sneak into my dreams so that you can give me a good nightmare? Well, u did make me miss you. Thanks alot Mister!
P.S: Mysterious Me.
