Three.

3 minutes from now,
if I told you a story,
will you listen like a child,
believing in it like a fairy tale?

3 hours from now,
if i appeared at your doorsteps,
will you ask if I wanted a drink,
or will you ask me what's wrong?

3 days from now,
if I tripped and hurt my arms,
will you care for me like a little child,
as what I am always are?

3 weeks from now,
if I walked down the street with tears in my eyes,
will you stand by me and assure me that,
"Everything's gonna be alright."?

3 months from now,
if I got harrassed by people,
will you jump out and tell them to screw off?

3 years from now,
if I told you the truth,
will you tell me the truth too?

Because,
I will.

Maybe.

Maybe it was not right.
Or perhaps it was just that night.
Maybe we can make it right,
if we end up flying a kite.

Perhaps it's not time.
Perhaps it's just me.
Perhaps we'll make it one day.
Perhaps we'll never do.

Maybe we took too long.
Or perhaps it was the wrong time.
Time is never a true meaure of anything,
is it?

It could just be an illusion.
Or maybe a dream.
Maybe, no, not maybe.
It was never there.

I FELL INTO A BLARDY MANHOLE.

Yes, as what the title suggests. =
I sure there's a reason behind why they are called manholes. BECAUSE IT'S FOR MEN TO FALL INTO. WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF.

Make it thoroughly worse?

Bernard was like, "Zhi Han! You dong!! (Alex! Got hole!) *tries to grab me but I shoved him off because I didn't believe.*

*falls in*

I just can't believe it. I mean, he tried to tell me of the impending danger. And I simply ignored and thought it was his usual rubbish and walked straight into the blardy manhole. Lucky I held onto the edge, and didn't fall right into it, it seemed bottomless! Gee. I could have died or something.

wtf. but i'm still dirty and all.

And it is preventable if I took his advice. =\

wtf. =(