At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Saturday, September 27
Last blogged @ 12:31 PM

Love life is making me confuse.
There's five but I'm getting away from each of them.
I know, its hurting them but I need to choose one,
true?

Now, left two of them.
Its really making things difficult.

Period.

Malay Paper was ooo-kay kind of thing.
I'm hoping for the best yawww!
My malay scuks. :}