we all wait for christmas

*

aih
sometimes
but not every time
it feels like a mid life crisis
and somehow we all know its not

ah a silent thought of randomness here
the state of extremely severe depression
it is terrorizing me, help i cry, i have no obsession
nothing to cure me not my games not my techy toys
and that my fren, kills me
everything is just not in place
its like listening to an ah pek singing
que sera sera drinking a mochachoca latte
you know how ppl are nice when they need stg
well today i feel everyone is nice because they need stg
from me
well yea
the irony





side bright side of life..
i made a Christmas tree out of my misery
and
well the apple strudel turned out fine.