abuse me more i like it

i'm abused. stripped away from the convenience of having an internet connection. funny, ridiculous and whatever shit i'm feeling at the moment couldn't hold back the temptation to leave the company very, very soon.

you just couldn't believe it. we're walking against the stream. we're still in the era when sigmund freud hasn't discovered the principles of communication, let alone the significance of it. i feel no longer attached. no more sentimental value and all that emotional sickness.

i can't update my dear friends. it's not like i'm trying to have an online petition to put a pressure to my HR Dept. so that they will have mine reconnected. all i know, they've just crossed the line.

soundtrack for mira nair's kama sutra

i don't know anything

oh how i wish
how i wish you were here
you were here when i first cry
you were here when i first feel love
you were here when i first feel pain
oh how i wish

oh how i wish
how i wish you were here
you were here when i first smile
you were here i first feel happy
you were here when i first make love
oh how i wish

cha-cha

i was down at the new amsterdam. staring at this yellow-haired girl. mr jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer...mr jones by counting crows.

flamenco dancer. shiny, black hair. bright, red lips in a sexy and appealing red dress. legs, sure they have beautiful legs.

gypsy kings rules!..haha...