at equilibrium.

Power ah.

Okay, fucking short post.

Khi was in a dilemma, he didn't know what he was doing. Whether he was irritating her or she was getting annoyed of him. Khi went in the bus, at sat down beside the window. Watching as people boarded the bus, he plugged in his ear piece. For once, he listened and tried to understand what he was listening.

"Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help but hell,
You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?)
Till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around
I used to be alive
Now I feel pathetic and now I get it
What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it
But sometimes, some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down."

Khi realised. He couldn't always depend on others. Some things, he had himself, and only himself can he depend on. Khi pondered. Maybe that was the reason why she did that. Maybe, she couldn't take Khi's blabbering no more.

Khi was fucked up. How could he done such a terrible thing to someone. Khi read a silent prayer, hoping that both God and she would forgive what he had done.

Khi met Ady, at Queensway that evening. They laughed, after cracking some fucked up lame jokes and stories. But deep inside, Khi wasn't okay.

Gay post. I'm trying to be a storyteller.

Credits to Ady for making it a fun day. Buto sama anda boss.

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	date: Friday, October 2, 2009 title: Attached. time: 8:31 PM Okay for real fershizzeal I'm attached. I'm going to show you who's the lucky one. Power ah. Okay, fucking short post. Khi was in a dilemma, he didn't know what he was doing. Whether he was irritating her or she was getting annoyed of him. Khi went in the bus, at sat down beside the window. Watching as people boarded the bus, he plugged in his ear piece. For once, he listened and tried to understand what he was listening. "Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself Maybe I could use some help but hell, You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself Maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?) Till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around I used to be alive Now I feel pathetic and now I get it What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it But sometimes, some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down." Khi realised. He couldn't always depend on others. Some things, he had himself, and only himself can he depend on. Khi pondered. Maybe that was the reason why she did that. Maybe, she couldn't take Khi's blabbering no more. Khi was fucked up. How could he done such a terrible thing to someone. Khi read a silent prayer, hoping that both God and she would forgive what he had done. Khi met Ady, at Queensway that evening. They laughed, after cracking some fucked up lame jokes and stories. But deep inside, Khi wasn't okay. Gay post. I'm trying to be a storyteller. Credits to Ady for making it a fun day. Buto sama anda boss.