There was a lovely thing happened recently. A cute city had a french kiss wif ass of long truck.

I'm in the first ever car passed the scene after the kissing. I tot n of coz I was. The first thing i said in the car:" must be utar student again, dunno wat the fucking noob utar guys driving car insanely, always boop"....."Yala, all is "P" one"..."Did u see the plate no.? Let's u-turn to check it"..."Yalor, din c tat juz now"..."Wan meh? So late d"...."wan or not? dun wan?ok,nvm, thousands of RM is nothing la". The next day, i read 'Sin-chew" in the goddam peaceful morning, especially Kampar 1...So pity, both the back passengers rest in peace edi. Then, the cibai fucking driver no die lo. Miracle!!! ZZzzz...
Some said tat the driver was in battle with her gf, of front seat la, using mouth, not gun. I mean quarrel... Maybe the deceased will noe who is in the right side, god will tel them, pls...DUN FORGET TO TELL UR BUDDY AS WELL

Life is beautiful as diamond and life is fragile as glass. I had scratch my glass as well, with a total up of momentum around 100mph. Since I'm here, I feel my existence; I feel the weight of air I had and have breath;I learn to take on the responsibilty of life, nor my but yours and I'm learning physic. Playing the glasses with free fall or accelerated even acrobatic motion, but kinectic never let you down. Zeroth rule, the only rule...

I'm willing to be thrown and I will be the stoner as well, to take on and to judge...