The No Ringgit Traveler

Call me a girl, call me a poofter as long as I can try.

Today for no reason I like to cry but the fact is I can't. I couldn't force the gland to produce salt-taste dew down my cheek.

But what I could do was listening to sad songs.

I'm trying to get to the core of this melancholy mood. When I dig, nothing major in my life than needs me to cry. Maybe horoscope running bad today! yes, blame the zodiac