“I think better tell her,” told a friend, “to KISS.”
“What’s KISS yeah? Keep It Simple?”
“Keep It Simple Stupid,”
And the provisional morning coffee was bitter, nothing like my favourite UCC taste number one hundred fourteen.
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My name is Firdauz. I'm a tragic bimbo. I like dancing, bubblegum and ice-cream.
I write horrible stuff here, and even worse at Quantum Magic. Ah, silly things.