all those cheebyes kinda reminded me of my stupid smoke-fuck days. i could kill myself if i could turn back time. erase all those nicotine that's ever come into my body and re-wiring my nerves. heh. i might have missed those days cos i had later curfews and all the trust in the world from mom. but i regret it at the same time cos i took advantage of the trust and now i'm a sorry ass - no more late nights and stayovers. yeah, my parents would let me go anywhere as long as i called first. now i've come to my senses but it's just too late, uh? and the other thing is i was infested with Malay. i had Budak Melayu written all over my fuckface.ERGH
so i guess more restrictions should be better for me. treasure golden present moments.
