What : Heartburn
When : Happy New Year
Why : Hell I don’t know
Time : 5.24 am
Finally I’ve thrown all my 2006’s calendars, love notes, love letters and all the junks I stuffed in my safe chest.
Yes, I used to have a habit of keeping anything that a guy contributed to me, during my every first dates. And this includes mrt cards, restaurant receipts, soft drink bottles and also packets of already-used tissue papers too. Haha.
Though cleaning can be encouraging tiresome to many muscles and a tad depressive for the head, but hey I had fun.
I even smiled at the rubbish, one by one, while throwing them down the chute. I felt as though these rubbish are not just rubbish, but human.
Humans who were never good for my heart and lifeline. Haha.
After my drinking-in-front-of-the-monitor session is over, I would like to sit by my window with my zombified head, smoking sexily and wait for the sun to stare and stalk my super-shy shadow as long as it wishes and leave whenever it pleases.
Oklah people, it is time for me to flirt with the bottles and let the music in my head turn my world around.
May all of u fucking stop the war and have a fucking good year!
Ps : Jens Lekman is coming to Singapore. I can’t wait. I hate to wait.