My outsides look cool, my insides are blue.

Nothing beats cruising down Federal highway alone and singing at the top my lungs with the radio on full blast. Everything seems to be in place for once.

See, I'm a very fickle-minded person. But ever since luck has been trying its best to evade me (and it succeeded), I have turn to the worst. Last Thursday, my backpack was stolen from me. Included in the backpack are my phone, my purse, my watch, and the most dearest thing I hold close to my heart, my iPod Touch. Total loss amounted to approximately RM3000.

Today, I can't even decide on the simplest things.

"Where should we eat?"

"Are you going back to Seri Maya today?"

"What happens if you don't get it?"

"Which frame do you like most, miss?"

"What do you want?"

Yada, yada, yada. Get yourself together, Asha!