It's just a typing exercise

Sometimes, I think, is this what life is?
Is this about making money in the real world?

Does it mean that I have to sit here nine to five doing something I hate?

Or, what do I NOT hate?

I just don't know.

Or sometimes I would think, um, if I have a lot of money, or a rich Dad, then would it all be different? Will I enjoy life more? Smile more?

Oh, I just don't know.

Yes, I am always being true to myself, I have never forced myself to do anything I don't like.

Anyway, it's just a typing exercise.

If you want a gmail account, let me know, I still have three invitations left.

原來...

自閉係咁正

試下一晚

唔好開電視
唔好聽radio
唔好聽電話
唔好講野
唔好諗野

然後

較低房間的燈光
由iTunes random select '4 stars or more'
攤在床上

好X正

i'm sorry

but plz respect my fucking freedom (not much is left, u know)

enjoy

smile, plz

今晚

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The Day after Tomorrow

有冇搞X錯,
Cheaney 會認錯我切X

唔想失望…

真係唔想