To me, a great countdown is with a whole bunch of friends or even a whole bunch of my family, screaming on top of our lungs counting down to 2007, and when the firewerks starts, we'll jump up and down and hug each other a Happy New Year.

Well, it did not happen. Instead I'm in a car with someone else, listening to the radio, Carrie Chong screaming the countdown.... And then the firewerks starts, all I can see is tiny speckles of it thru the trees and hear its loud boom. I'm stuck in a farking jam. 2 people in a car stuck at the entrance to the expressway. Delfi asked me to head down to China One to hear his bro perform.... but I was too sian to do it already.

Comes 1st Jan, n all I had was questions being thrown at me, questions I do not wish to speak of at the moment. Questions that really puts me off. Cant I just had a moment o my own? Can't I not be with u at this time? Can't I not take a break? But all you do is to set a deadline for the questions and if I dun comply, I'll have to return whatever u put in the shits by the 15th. What kind of relationship is that when I have to be put under this crap? Am I only binded to you by money or by love? I have no idea.