wrong note.
too slow.
wrong note.
too slow.

again week after week i ask myself the same question.
more often than not, by the end of the hour i go back through the avenue.
back to the ol' me.
completely different to maybe what i was a few mins ago.
but then again, was it done on purpose?
something tells me that it was.
the day looms for requisiton.
omg.

YES!
hongkong is a mere 18degrees.
and that would be the highest temperature.
i sense pespiration-less shopping.
comfortable walking shoes.
so many stores.
so little time.
six hours.
its time to shop like i've never done before.
HOHO!


at this rate with what i'm going to prepare.
i'm really going to become broke.
but i dont want to isolate.
nor to not give at all.
so much for little nice me.

cannot keep kiv.

at the very least 64.
another deadline.
oh whoopee.

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