it's not route 66...

I really want to write something in my blog, because that is what I usually do, especially in times like this; in times when I am at the verge of going through a living hell. But every time, I want to start, it just got all messed up and misty and black… nothing but total blackness…. Dark, cold, silence….very, very dark….very, very cold…. Very, very messed up…..and did I mention dark? I know if any one of my good girlfriends are here with me, especially if khair is here in melaka with me she would definitely wants me to share the story, to share the emotions, because according to her, that would make me feel better. If fieza is here, she would have me tied to a chair with a whip in her hand and force me to shed those tears out…

But what would a whole library of words be any good if it won’t help you to make things different, what would 7 seas of tears be any help if it won’t make you feel good… they would be very, very pissed kalau diorang baca ni…hehehehehe…but what good does it make? Does it turn the wound into an ecstasy? Would it turn the bloods into wine? Does it end your nightmare with a happy ending? but then again, I can't blame them for being persistent to help, from fieza I qoute...

"u know wat they say..people come and go..but friends like THESE people..they come, but they just dont know when to go..hehehehe.."

This is a time where sparing the journey through hell by writing isn’t going to be enough… maybe it is time for me to go through hell and enjoy the scenery, be it good or bad… who knows, a journey through hell could be a fun one. I always wanted to know how and what does it look like going through hell… maybe it’s high time for me to feed that curiosity of mine…after all, pictures of Eden can be a view for sore eyes sometimes… so watch out world, the coldest bastard the world has ever know is about to have his first breakdown!!!!

One last thing before I stop, I have gotten back my other personalities (yeay!!!)… I thought I’ve lost them, apparently their just in there preparing for this breakdown… so thoughtful of them. Me and my spilt personalities…and our little journey through living hell…I say, that’s gonna be an epic.

P/s: e’en, don’t you come to melaka with parang to paksa me. Cause me won’t budge an inch…

enough said.