someday, oneday.

mr. poo poo.. when will you ever 'see' lala. only you can make her smile like there's no tomorrow.

so let's call him superglue.
do you think if i recited "i dun like the superglue dude" like a thousand times a day. it would work and i wouldn't like him anymore?

i try.. but by the nineth time i feel like picking up my phone and drop him a msg.
and by the twelth time i find myself stalking his friendster. if only he has a blog.
so by the forty seventh time, i have fallen asleep and awoken by a dream of him.
by the hundredth and three time i'd have lost all focus and be reciting "i like the superglue dude" instead.

and so i never got to the thousand, not even close.


you can be the superglue that mends this broken heart of mine.


love is dead. i am dead.

goodbye.