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HAPPY AUGUST DAY.

i'm extremely happy today and i don't know why.

my happiness is built on others misery. i wonder who is feeling sad.

since my bro had the iPhone 4, my dad has got his iPhone 3G. and guess what? it doesn't work! ZOMG. it has got issues. pity my dad. i bet he doesn't know shit about using iPhone.

anyways, this week had been awesome possum. hadn't been as busy as i thought it would be. and soon it was over! had been jamming with mates for audition that's happening on 3rd Aug. really, really hope that we would get through as it is our first time! *check out the practice video on our youtube channel

things will not always go as how we plan it would be. but i suppose it would teach us a very important lesson that we could learn and apply it to our very lives. you can still go around chasing girls you like, but at the end of the day all you get is a broken heart. but if you take good care of her, perhaps she wouldn't be too harsh on you. all that i need now is a soul that can be as good as gold.

infatuation.crush.love.

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