
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: poptart = love! tmrw night, i wish to go to poptart with you. i ask you only once. it was never proper the way you take me out for dinner. take for granted tt i'd say yes. except for last nite when you asked me to follow you along to get your dvd. you sounded so nice. i couldnt say no, even if i felt like it. of cos? because i pissed off you'd talk crap when i say i wanna go to plcs with you like this poptart thing tmrw. do i haf to be the boy to ask the girl out. so how does it work now, me asking you out instead..like every fucking time. tired. and tired of making you asking me out. if you dont ask, i wont know. then i wont care.
i was thinking if you had better plans, go on ahead. i am goin to watch tt art thing on saturday. then. i want to stay on for poptart, for the love of music. you thought boys? haha. ok wrong kay. music. since you said tt getting married thing was a "da takder bende lain nak ckp/ samer ajer reason.." sentence. then let's hope, it wont be same ajer and it wont happen. =) since ur not hoping for it even. my plans are as steady as rock. saturday as it is. after work at 6, cityhall, singapore museum, if your working, i will meet you after you can reach me. then if you're not..up to you if you wanna, or not. thanks. i want to party like i dont/never. |