Actually, (to whoever that person is)
now that i really have time to sit down and tink abt it...
i dun have a valid answer to your question.
nopes.

damnnnnnn (say it realli slowly)...
so true, so very very true...

一个人失眠, 全世界失眠
无辜的街灯,守候明天.
幸福的失眠,
只是因为害怕闭上眼,
如何想你想到六点?
如何爱你爱到终点?

I'm not even gonna ask anymore.
Ya just gonna reply something like "i'm fine.", "really, dun worry so much."
yeaps.
fuck that.
cause no matter what i say or do, it doesn't fucking matter.
*pshh*
I never did matter. not one bit.

well, screw my brains and eat my lungs,
I'm done.
I've better things to do.

I dunno wads with this sudden piss-titude.
must be the weather and my flu.
fuck this.
I know i'm gonna regret this.
I always do this, and fucking regret each time.
damn, this is not the yong hong of old.
Maybe the carefree, optimistic and naive muthafucker of past needs to reappear.
*shshh*
as if imma let it fucking happen.

how do i describe this...
both cute and morbid?
damn. i would never do that to my stuff toys.

was stuck at home for the longest of time.
4 days to be exact.
i broke my own record,
nv stay at home for so long b4 during the hols
hmm but got out todae,
went gym-ing then had dinner with the guys (vinc, vin, bs)

ohh, we also saw wenyi, toh SY, yeejin, sharman.
HAH i bet vin was damn happy.
tt sucker... seeing the gurl he adores so much and his elated as hell.
hmm, but i tink tts a good ting? do you not second tt?

anywais.
tmr is tennis dae with the sewei, NWK and GG.
it's been a while since i lasted play...

hmm speaking of tennis, and why i don't play in competitions...
haiz.
its not someting i would reveal here,
and the fact tt its an anonymous who posted tt question...
well, that deters me further.
find me personally, maybe i'll tell u the reason.
maybe.

"If" by Rudyard Kipling.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son

Maybe the answer is not out there.
but, is it a question in the first place?

Grant my last request.