Funny how I told you not to come near me because I've a disease.

Funny how I told you I've lost faith but you said "Believe".

Funny how I told you things you didn't like but you stayed to listen.

Funny how I told you I was nobody but you insisted I shone, just like a beacon.

I'm sitting opposite my uncle now. In Coffeebean. And both of us are utilising our laptops. When I mean OUR laptops, I meant the laptop that I'm using belongs to my brother's. Yeah, my brother's laptop is mine just as my laptop is not his. Gettit? No? Oh well.

So when's Chinese New Year again? I can't remember the exact date for the first day of CNY. Take note that I stated "date" and not "day" because I apparently can't remember the days of the week. Well, I know it's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Like duh-uh. But I've no clue what day is it today. (It's Friday, Zakk you dumbass!) (Duh, I know it's Friday you imposter!) ( Well, you know it's Friday because I just said it was Friday, you bloody fool!) ( Oh stop it already will you? You're always picking on me. I'm emo now and I'm going to cut myself whether you like it or not. Hmph!) ( WAIT! Don't cut yourself! If you cut yourself, you're also cutting me and I don't want to bleed. Tell you a secret. I'm a vampire! I suck blood. So if you bleed, meaning I bleed too, I'll suck myself dry. Which actually doesn't really make any fucking sense.) (Hmm. So if you're me and I'm you, and I cut myself till I bleed, it'd mean that you're actually sucking me and I'm sucking you at the same time?!) (Yeap!) (Wow, cool shit yo) (Word.)

-.-

Anyway, I'll be going off to KL tomorrow to kill time because I have absolutely nothing better to do and I hate Singapore. I'll be staying over at my 2nd aunt's new place which I heard is like a 4-storey terrace or bungalow or whatever you call those kinda buildings nowadays. To hell with modern technology. Bring back smoke signals and pigeon-messengers and horse-carriages and drunk/drugged hippies!

Zakk, your post is starting to be really boring and pointless.

Then what do you suppose I do?

Upload pictures!

Pictures of what?

Hmm, nude models?

Good idea, but..

But what?

Mummy says I can't look at nude people.

Well, do you bathe with your clothes on?

Erm..

DO YOU?!

ERM!

DO YOU WATCH PORN?!

OKAY OKAY I GIVE UP. I bathe with my clothes on!

WTF?!

YES, I DO.

WTF ZAKK!

Wait, I thought you're Zakk.

No, you're Zakk silly.

Huh? Then if I'm Zakk then who are you?

I'm Zakk.

...

*Cue annoying cricket sounds.

Chao.

Hello world.

I've decided to blog. Because I've nothing better to do right now.

I'm thinking of moving on but I'm not ready to let go. Because I made a promise. To you. I think and think. And I'm still wondering if you actually meant what you said. I never made empty promises but now you're forcing me to because I've no other choice.

I don't mind leaving in denial even if I have to. I refuse to face reality because reality's a bitch. I don't want to know the truth and I'd rather be lied to than to have reality smack me real hard in the face.

Surprisingly, I've found a reason to move on but I'm not so sure if I want it to get the better of me. Right now. I'm still hanging on but it hurts so much because you don't care. At least I think you don't. Well, actually I think you really don't. You've given up and made resolutions.

Thank god for New Year resolutions. Thank you for choosing to change for the better. Thank you for staying on the right path. Thank you for discarding all the negativity in you. Thank you for throwing me away.

I'm sorry for all the things I've done. I'm sorry for all the things I've not done. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I'm sorry for feeling your head with all those thoughts. I'm sorry for letting you down. I'm sorry for everything.

Perhaps, I'm not a nice person afterall.

But I really thank you for urging me to let go. Who knows what'd happen if I hadn't listen to you. Who knows what'd happen if I was stubborn. Who knows what'd happen if you hadn't scolded me.

I want you to know that a part of you is with me wherever I go and this I make very sure of because you've thought me a lot of things and somehow, I think, I just think that a part of me is with you, wherever you go. I hope. No, I don't hope. I want you to think so. I need you to think so.

I'm thinking of moving on because I've found a reason to, but I know and am very sure, I'm not ready to let go.

Thanks for the memories.

Chao.

"That's what you get when you let your heart win."

Unfortunately, Hayley's right. Oh well, my bad then.

Anyways, just a short update. Or should I call it a Jin update? Get it? No? Yes? Not really? Why am I wasting my mind on you.

I'll be leaving in 2 days' time to Indonesia and when I asked fellow Jovi about his own country of origin, he damned well didn't provide me with much valuable information. Thanks.

Currently, I'm feeling very much like a typical Singaporean.

"I'm jobless. I've no cash to pay my bills. Omg, who's going to pay for the utility bills at home? What about the children? Will I have enough to buy food and clothes for them? How much will it be to send them to the top colleges and universities? When they grow up and get married, will they still remember me? Will my kids take care of me? Will they send me to the Old Folks Home? Omg, I need money for plastic surgery. I have wrinkles. My boobs are sagging. I need a new nose. Omg, my ass cheeks are drooping. I want J Lo's ass. No, I want her. Omg she is hot. Yummy.."

WTF.

Also, since I've no cash to pay my handphone bills, the awesome Singtel decided to suspend my line the day before New Year's, disallowing me to receive any New Year's texts. How convenient. So I apologise if I didn't reply to any of your texts or send you any greetings.

I've gotten a new number for time being so I'm contactable to everyone out there, that is if you have my number. The new number's only temporary(how do I freaking hell spell this word?!) so please still have my old number in your phone book and not delete immediately when I tell you I have a new number. I'll inform everyone again once my old number is back.

Goodness.

So if you've not gotten my new number, ask around alright. Because if you ask me for it, I myself will not know too because I've yet to memorise the 8 digits and it's not of my top priority to do so. I mean who the hell cares. Right?

Chao.