My Yin and Yang

I really need to take some "me" time, or maybe just take a break for a while. Just to take a breath. Oh my God. Where's all the coffee's gone? Where's the espresso? Where's the long black? Or frappe (even it's not as strong as espresso, but it's OK) maybe?

I really need my coffee, my Black Cappuccino, my laptop, some kind of Norah Jones song's, a cupcake or doughnut, and that would be my great fucking time :)

Come on, come to Mama.

Little F*cking Thing I Called "YOU"

Suddenly you ruin my whole day, when I was working like a hell. I guess you're just a bad, bad news. And just a disaster.
I know everything's happen for a reason. And what about your problem?

I guess I'll said this like Norah Jones:
How does it feel? How does it feel to be you right now, dear?

And when you said some dirty words to all the peoples, does it trustful? Or it's just your tongue that need to be cut of into a pieces, because the world is in peace when you're shut up, dear. Just shut up. Oh my freakin' God, give your tongue a break a while.

That's why I called you a little fucking thing.

What The Hell?(!)

Sometimes when someone's came to us with their sad eyes, talking so long, and long, and long about their pain, their failure, their problem, we're just too sick and tired about it. But how could we're being too cold heart and silence about it?

Let's admit. We're human. Human's can feel anything. Human's feel sad sometimes, feel in love sometimes, feel disappointed sometimes, feel frustrated sometimes. That's why sometimes, just sometimes, we're just too care about their stuff. Everything we could help them, we gave them. But what the hell? Those people can be so ungrateful. So damn ungrateful. They're ungrateful like a mother fucker.

What the hell? That's why. What the hell is wrong with peoples now? I think they're fucking stupid. They're too stupid with their head, so they can't  even says "thank you, I appreciate that" for just a sec.

God damn it..