I am feeling super nostalgic after a nice long chat with a friend...
Trying so fucking hard to finish this speech but all I can think of is..
Where the fuck are you la?
Where is that love every single one of us are supposed to have at least once.. Some of us are lucky, it comes once and twice and sometimes more.
I am looking for you.
Where the fuck are you hiding?
Do I already know you?
I am tired la, fucking come and sweep me off my feet..
Spoil me while you're at it will you?
WRITERS BLOCK FUCKERAMA SIAL I NEED TO FINISH MY FINAL SPEECH BUT INSTEAD I FIND MYSELF
BLOGGING
