Where r my nuts?

I've never imagined myself saying this..... but isnt it too old for dear me to be spending my time plucking rose petals again?

As a matter of fact, no matter how many times u been into the battlefield and out, how many medals u wear on your chest, you will still be as pertrified as the first time u stepped into the zone of no return. Theres no calling it quits and many will get hurt if it turns out wrong.

A wise man once told me, u never know till u try. But another tells me one wrong move may cost u the whole game. Now... which wise man out there can solve my mystery now.

Does the rose fancy my presence or does feel the same way I do? Will the answer be what I hope for when the last petal falls?

Someone, something, somewhere give me a sign! and please make it obvious. Thank you.

Finally, many ask what has become of me since I came to the UK? I say to them... thou shant no more be a brainless ahbeng...... for thee shall call me a smart beng! : D