period cramp's positively killin me, its killin me. how to go suntan la shiang? yea i'm going away on the 25th -pats him- just three days to genting. its free, so why not? um, so if u want anythin, well just drop me a tag and i'll see what i can do. and i'm such a friggin procrastinator. i haven't packed my notes strewn room, and its like one holy shite of a mess. i haven't collected my winning tickets. i haven't decided what the fark to do with my missin matriculation card- how can i get that dongdong? i wanted to start exercising today but i'm just not up for it. i want to upload photos but i'm just too farkin lazy.
yesterday was fine, the company was fine, the restaurant was fine too. i felt the chawanmushi had a greater part of my affection than the conversation that was goin on about boobs, clubbing, what-have-yous, kinda greekish to me. there was a substantial amount of laughin, of which i nearly suffered a spasm of the cheek muscle from all that plastered smiles. seriously, i thought either the rest were easily tickled, or i have developed a wayward sense of humour over the months. i thought the second seemed more justifiable. *lol*
anyways, janus called to ask if i was up for some drinks at holland village. i agreed cuz well, it just seemed more appropriate. i wanted real conversations.
the past hour of chatter was whirling in my head and it was wearing on me unbelievably. i wasn't up for socializing and talkin about absolutely nothing, even if it engages everyone else, irked me. i could have just stared into my drink and have him stare at me for the whole night. i don't really care.
damn, rattling on and on again...