It's Not That We're Scared, It's Just That It's Delicate.

Listening: Coldplay- Scientist

These past few days had been alright, kind of those "surprise, surprise" thing going on. Last night was super scandalous, and I know Nana's secrets! Hahaha. Well, so then today we went to Arab St. with Syam, Joe and met Nana later on. Took photos at back alleys, my fave! Hoho. Then we went shopping at Bugis Village for punk clothes for the 17 event. It's very difficult and it's giving me headaches. Jayne gave me a few pointers, hmm. I think I'll get junk food tees :D Woohoo. Let's see, then Monday I'm going out with Miss Piggy 4, whom I've not been seeing for donkey years. I want want want so many things, I should be locked somewhere.

I feel I'm neglecting alot of things. My family. My mom.

Ahh, I suddenly miss Prasetha with every bones in my body :(

"Random note: I will not be the first one to speak (even though I've already been the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth and also left three messages). And if he never calls me again (or back SOON for that matter), I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole. I thought my waiting-by-the-phone-for-a-jerk-to-call days were over. Instead, now I'm on my waiting-by-the-phone-for-the-boyfriend-to-call-but-maybe-not-the-boyfriend-or-someone-who-cares-but-IDON'TKNOW-because-he-won't-give-me-a-fucking-opinion-and-is-leaving-me-hanging-alone-constantly days. Apparently I have to be more specific about what kind of people I want to wait by the phone for by. Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever. WHATEVER, I say."