Yes, I love yo-, I mean, yogurt.

Yogurt shall be my symbol of freedom. A mark of emancipation.

It shall also be a giant cork that will pause, if not stop, all overflowing unnescessary thoughts and feelings so that freedom can be sustained.

I will be as happy and free as a yogurt.

Why yogurt?
Because yogurt is healthy and clean and white. And yogurt made today's nasi briyani possible.

Plus, let's say if a supermarket comes alive, yogurt would totally be a soldier, along with all the other bottled products. Trying to overthrow the tyrant that is the plastic products.

I don't make sense. That's because my mind is wandering.

Stop wandering ikanosha. Stop wandering far away where you're obviously not wanted.
It's hard enough trying to forget. Saying 'I like you again.' to him would not help. Save your 'I like you's for someone else.


'You dirty boys never care, how a girl feels.'

Bullshit. They do care, they just like to pretend like they don't, so they can toy with you guiltlessly.


You shall not ruin Malaysia for me.