I feel like I'm on the run now, really.
I owe the dancers the night safari photos, I owe yans & sivs their thumbdrives (also to be filled with photos), & my cousin some random chalet photos.

Gee.

Anw, I caught Ocean's thirteen with yans tday after sch. (Right. I can just hear Kimmy kicking up a fuss from where I am.)

Confusing, partly because I was halfway into snoozeland already.

The more they spoke, they more they began t sound like bees buzzing t me. So hard t grasp the conversations.

So I'm broke now ): There goes my plan of going t the beach & piercing another earhole.

But just as well.

At least I know I'll stay home for meals and give up on outings already.

It's high time I got spanked out of my honeymoon cause it's a goddarned 3 wks t the prelims.

Then again, I think I'll go ransack the dozen bags I have lying around t get cash for my earholes.

There's bound t be some bills around.

Crazy, but yes, I miss the pain.

By the way, I've created a private blog. I can't get really honest around here.

I mean, that's how blogs work right?

It's almost but another source of entertainment. Like a myspace or friendster I'd say.

You choose between letting go & feeling better at the extent of others, or you play the saint and keep all mum but end up bursting inside.

So I'm choosing neither.

But of course, not everyone's permitted. (Haha, yans I'm your disciple.)

Defeats the purpose of the blog no?

Only people who keep what's inside, inside.

& only people who allow me t be myself and keep their trap shut.

Gday.