please dont kill me

i was day dreaming
that i was
in a
drama serial

girll stuck between 2 men.
one... the mafia with big guns and big cars
and the other who just looks hot in aviators and a white tank top.

mafia boss wants my love but i wont give it to him cos im in love with the lame tanktop dude.
and i am of cos the pretty young lass who somehow cannot leave the mafia boss becos im worried he'll bangbang kill me and my puppy dog or my family whatever.
then i mop about being trapped
oh how hard my life is. my tragic fate of being with a big boss with big guns and fastcars who obviously is not goodlooking. no no. -edit-he is damn gd lookin but somehow he is so not my type. i only want the lame tank top guy and aviators.
why sweetie?
love la.
why?
becos he makes me laugh . becos he loves me for me.becos somehow he's the only one who has seen me. the true me under the many pretentious covers.
i reply so tearfully it hurts that he has brought me so much sorrow.
he sets me free
says " dont ever come lookinfor me.
even if u face problems.
i will not help u.we no longer know each other. our past is history.."
then comes the music of chinese pop and they coo abt how love can be so painful and setting the one u love free is the only way to love.
i cry and i run .
i run towards my new found freedom.
i run for my lame tank top boy who is at the bottom of his flat . smoking and being emo.
oh baby
he says. u're back. he set u free.
u're mine forever and ever tmrw and the day after.
we are so meant to be .
we embrace n our lips lock in hungry passion
"*argggh*
his shoulders cringe n his head is thrown back. i look at him in horror n i see... the mafia guy standing in the distance with a revolver in his hand. i look back at my lame guy.. no this cannot beee...my boy in tank top covered in bloood, hand covering his wound on his chest.
i shriek n i shout for help.
somebody better friggin calll the policee.my poor boy mumbles something. oh the innocent boy. im sorry u have to pay the price for loving somebody like me. we cannot have a white wedding by the beach ..i'll see u in the next realm when i go there.
i run back to my mafia boy.
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH WHY WHY WHY DID U HAVE TO KILL HIM?
we shake and sob and collaspe on the floor with the raindrops on our faces
becos if i cant have u... nobody can...
oh love. oh sweet love.

wha lau eh
drama.
i do enjoy watchin gangster shows. like fast forward to the end.
without the dialogue just the faces. whoo
where evrybody is young and adrenaline driven/
its the high class mafia n not the coffeeshop type haha.
with fat swiss bank accounts n interpol after them.
bang bang u're dead. hahaa

hOKAY. im bored to tears.
must be the math.must be the goin to chinatown too often vibe.
nice ah to be in this predicament.
always sells leh.
haha
the case where the girl who turned bad

sigh my boy in white tank top n aviators
where r u?


this was the day.... (for me to rembr )

u're gonna be the one who'll take me away.
i'll let u take me away.

oh this sells too


champion haahaha : )
JANGAN TENSION BOYFRIENDS. hahaaa