you make me sick.
and i was known as the clubbing queen.
yes,part time student,full time clubber yes?
somehow,its making me sick whenever i go club.
hold on ,dont jump.
i meant,its making me sick to see
couples,strangers maybe smooching away at the dance floor,not caring what's happening around them.
wait,im not at all jealous. thankyou.
they can go on and on and on for god knows how long.i hardly understand how can strangers be god damn intimate when they just met.
am i crazy or is the world insane?
okay,whatever.
so i was up by ten,and got my lazy bum moving.
school to finish up my project and straight home to sleep.
i slept for six hours without any disturbance. hiakhiak
smart enough to keep my phone miles away and off the ringer of my house phone. (:
and im feeling quite eeyer.
too much alcohol in me! toxicated! ahh! bambam*
i am angry. i am sad. i am bad.
would you offer me protection when the rain pours its hardest to drown my sorrows?
pitter patter pitter patter
sudden craving for slice fish noodle. dingdong. ;(
and i missed superstar. haiyah!
i miss your love.
