Okie folks.. time for the updates.. ok well, dreams are not meant to be treated seriously. so i wont as well. but it felt more real than simply a mere dream. ok fine. haha. so, now, hmm.. just chatted with syash by sms n hayati by msn.. ogosh. i tink im gonna b a tru-blu zombie by the time u c me at doomsday. yeah. received NYP booklet. sheesh. too far. republic n nanyang are totally out for me. okay, i added blogs of artistes n fan clubs. till last sat, i rily din noe hady's fans are called happy hadys. im like, gosh, isnt there a better-sounding name? like, maybe Happening Hadys or sumtin to tat effect? urgh. urgh. im so zonked out with boredom. pple, pple, pple. okay, i'll insert a smal n short poem so my rantings wont b so boring. its from my collection.

My youth courses through the roots
your compassion climbs up the stem
your passion fertilises the soil
my warmth blazes the surroundings.
How could you say that our love is not in the air?
How could you utter such malice?
How could you even dare to elude?
You can break my heart for all I care
But never insult the love
I had treasuringly passsed to you.
Never ever disseminate deragatories
to the love I prove to be worthy
of your humble acceptance.