I wonder where is Bokh, I see him around.
But though he is around, he is never 'around'.
You get me right?
Sherwin said, his attachment gave him
a sense of humour.
I don't think so, I would rather listen to
a drunk Jerry Seinfeld talking about
cargo pants, not nice ones by the way.
The cap pisang ones most probably.
I was walking today, on my way
to buy my third hundred plus;
mind you I realize three is a lot,
but my throat was killing me.
In more ways than one.
All of a sudden, a poke.
I turned around, there stood the pokiest girl in the world.
Not more than 6 feet tall;
not under 5 feet.
Epitome of perfection she was,
if perfect was imperfect.
Shit im sounding vague.
Conclusion: no one is perfect.
I didn't know what her obsession was with poking.
But it was love.
Lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove.
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain.
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue.
Screw you Jon,
You made me watch A walk to remember.
I HATE YOU JON!
I bet im more lovestoned than you,
Dee
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