mood: unwell inside out.
hooked on to: Like lovers do by Heather Nova.

i've never been very good with dates and remembering events. i have to strain even to remember what i had for lunch yesterday. but the past week has been so eventful, i just never want the memories to slip through the my mind, lost amidst the streams of thoughts inevitably polluting my mind everyday.

hall life has been getting increasingly annoying to keep up with. if you would care to step out of your small miserable circle of gossip pals and quit the match-making exercises that you've been finding pathetic joy in, you would realise that life is more than a game of permutation and combination. tell me you flunked your A level maths and i may not quite believe you.

if watching every single person's moves and eavesdropping every single conversation exhanged actually makes your day, do everybody a favour (or should i rather say, those little left who are still sane), and let your brain do a quick check with your words before you let it out of your mouth.

i'm sorry if you think i'm not being nice. as i've always said, at the end of the day i'm just me. take it or leave it.