i don't like to make promises now, nasty naz. look what happen to bali. look what happen to me and bam. look what happen to my friendship with muhd. but you know that for as long as you've known me, i've only had one goal in life: to get my ass outta here ASAP. i'll be there witchu but i can't gurantee an exact date. i'll be there, no worries. this place i'm at now don't actually sucks ass. it's perfectly safe and all. it's just that i'm gonna be entering a quarter life crisis soon and i need a change of scene badly, numsayin'? i'm just plain restless. that is all. i'm not going to be content with just a holiday. i need to just disappear from here for a coupla years and make my loved ones miss me like crazy. heh heh. if two of daddy's lil sisters did it, his daugther can jolly well do it, too. even if it means living my life the econo way.

there are only two guys i want right now. one's from a hardcore band, the other is in my skool (yea! finally found myself a papi). one has a mini 'fro, the other has longish streaked hair. such sweetlings they are. they're called juan and ferre. kakaka. one looks like Omar from Mars Volta, the other looks like he has that indon thing going on, baby boy adorability factor intact.

OOOWW BOY! I WISH YOU'D STICK IT TO ME SO I CAN SET IT OFF JUST FOR YOU!