我唔知自己想要乜，但我唔想陪你癲you know?

打份自己討厭嘅工已經好慘，要日日對住你我仲慘，求求你冇乜野唔好再走過黎煩我，見一次我心情就down一次.

每日除左可以晏少少起身之外，我諗唔到係度有咩係開心，搵人做個好心帶我離開呢度.

Fog of writing

You make things right, you make some sense

You change the name to protect the guilty and you change the tense

Can I change your mind? 

This song could be the one, to help you understand everything I've done

Maybe it'll move you and you could see

I've been taking all my time to make the best of me

好眼冤,好嬲,好酸,好沮喪,好倦,呢兩年一直都冇放低過,我認了.

Dreaming with a broken heart

Wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room?

No. she's not cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part

 一年前，我晚晚隊餅，最鍾意係butterfinger同chocolate milk digestive，嗰種成舊牛油塞入口嘅感覺真係好正，至少每晚隊兩包餅先叫滿足，結果我阿媽都嫌我肥. 當然我冇話佢知，因為我唔想比佢捉去做身體檢查.

直至上個禮拜感冒菌入腸痾到我半死，先發覺自己真係瘦左好多，我唔想咁，我想望落去似返個人，於是就開始諗左好多好健康嘅活動，特別係行山，行夜山，一次過睇星星睇日出，係一個最原始嘅地方自己一個浪漫. 

我認真架，求下老天爺快啲好天啦...

Disconnected

I admit I'm a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too

But I find my sweet escape when I'm alone with you

Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

Here in the moment on the dark side of the screen

至少我都仲有份野做，至少有人肯同我共同進退，一齊ot升職加人工. 冇你幫我食哂啲新cases我晚晚o到眼盲都似，都係嗰句：it fucking burns my eyes...

所以你唔好走，你走左我會好可憐，冇人陪我食飯嘔report搭丁丁. 原來共富貴共患難我地都做到，呢個世界應該冇野再難到我地…

Happy St. Patrick's Day 

St. Patrickss Day

No way November will see our goodble

When it comes to December it's obvious why

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

And January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times

February won't you be my valentine?

And we'll both be safe til St. Patrick's Day

3個月由看更變做偵探，由香港仔搬返自己屋企，最近先嗅到身上有一股毒氣. 有諗過去扮華dee，但再三諗清楚，又可以扮比邊個睇呢?跟住我開始有啲擔心，我係咪成世都會毒氣纏身?

原來我都會識驚呢味野，但驚還驚，態度照舊，維持五十年不變.個建議係幾正幾岩我口味，但太遲啦冇得反悔，鬼叫賤格玩性格咩，當打個和囉...

係時候要為自己積下陰德，其實再忙都係藉口，更何況我根本就唔忙.

Not myself

Suppose I said I am on my best behavior

there are times I lose my worried mind

Would you want me when I'm not myself?

Wait it out while I am someone else?