stupid flu has progressed to its next stage..
I am effectively a phelgm machine...
Damn the ice cream last night didn't really help..
but still got to meet(meat) up with Sean and Jeremy
Sean's still pretty much the same..
too bad my sore throat was making conversation a bitch..
dota yesterday was alright...
they finished the 2nd game so fast
I barely had time to use my butterfly...
the first game my items were not bad but still got trashed..
lol..got my equilibrium from weili too...
finally can see what's it all about..
and I realise I still feel really unrequited and sore about alot of things..
and its hard to imagine that David's slogging it out in Tekong now..
at least he'll be back in 2 weeks.
Ugh...my whole body is aching..
Think I have a fever too..
Damned flu...
anyway..
David's farewell party was not bad..
food was good..
sauce was good..
most ppl managed to make it despite..the tight time set..
also good..
smashing the cake into Vanessa's face was good too..
however...I ended up with cake up my nose..
making the remainder of my night smell like rotting cheese..
got my balls kicked again..
and the way things are going..
I'm better as a priest
yea...
doubt it works properly anymore too..
and I need a job...
something comes with the beginning of each new day..
that the shit that happened yesterday is long gone...
and that the dawn brings with it a promise...
of hope for a better day..
grad night was ok..
I was abit too hyper...I guess..
its been a loooong time since I've had decent looking hair.
(I mean the style not colour)
and for once...
my prom does not involve me
in a trenchcoat....with red sneakers..
I am recovering from the fact that Donovan won a PSP gigapack..
his no. was 0135 mine was 0134...
and also the fact that he started calculating the odds of winning.
stating that its less than 1% chance he'd get it...
he got it..
fated...
damnit...
lucky bastard..
the China Black thing...was...
for me...an absolute waste..
because I couldn't take the risk of losing someone's ic like Sean's..
so..
sigh..
went to Newton to eat..
then came back and crap..with David..
(I've become overly obsessed with psycho-analysing people)
then..finally came home...
sigh..
Self
30/12/1987
Bleach
poetry
Rock
Pretzels