An Attempt Would Never Hurt A Fly.

I remember the days when I used to make fun of Lamikinz, Benjamin Lam Fatt Soon. He wrote all these pathetic, long, romance, mushy wushy, super pink, drawling stuff similar to what Jodi Picoult and Cecelia Ahern squeezes through the remnants of their brains.

Just that, Lam had a different touch to it.

I shall attempt something parallel to it, but with my own twists, sarcasm and wit (if there was any to begin with).

Hence, this post, is to simply put on a humongous

SORRY

to my dearest Lamikinz, for my hypocritical act of following the same path he walks.