It's gotten late and now i want to be alone. All of our friends were here, they all have gone home. And here i sit on the front porch watching the drunks stumble forth into the night. "You gave me a heart attack; i did not see you there. I thought you had disappeared so early away from here." And this is the chance I never got to make a move. But we just talk about the people we've met in the last 5 years. And will remember them in ten more? I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past. I've tried twice before but like this, it just will not last.

It's bloody late into the night and I begin to feel tensions arising between me and my thick stack of notes. Maximising my messenger, I start to count the number of mad muggers accompanying me through the night. And i realised something, majority of them are watching the world cup. WORLD CUP is nowhere near ±b÷a(x-h)+k. Unless that spells world cup to you, I'll make you thine. By the way, to those trying to figure out this equation, it's to find the asymptotes in a hyperbola. If you hate maths, don't bother looking.

And for the sake of dudes who come and say when is my blog updated. I'll write the date for you.