I‘m back to Blogging.
And I have nothing to blog about. That reminded of that time when I was in the fifth grade and I had this mad crush on Christina Stubbings, so I figured I would sing to her in front of the Bookmobile on Arcot.
I sang this song.
Yes, even back then I was on some fly shit.
But I did not get access to the panties.
That goes to show you, even when all the lights are green you can be thrown for a left sometimes in the game of love.
Sinceriously yours,
Fly Boy Tsui.
