a conversation

(almost in tears of exasperation) "i am really sick of it you know. and not only am i sick of it, i don't even want to talk about it anymore because i'm sick of making other people sick of me and my endless nonsense ... ..."
mol: "you know what, i really don't understand why you'd like a scumbag like him?" (HAHA. you said it! i didn't!)
"i can just tell you very honestly now that he'd never like you okay. you should just get over it"
(wah lau. brutually honest)
"okay. really not helping my ego here!"
mol: "what! it's a good thing. it means you're not that loose kind of girl okay!"

HAHA. funny.

oh well. there are three of us who would probably wake up tomorrow, recall what happened, and feel like going back to sleep for the rest of the year. Miss S + Mr M, my dears. hang in there okay.
and thanks to Good Friend for some good ol' brotherly advice. Good Friend indeed! i've heard it all, but wont hurt to hear it again hahaha.
oh and even Mr BlockHead came to offer his sympathies.. haha how nice, although i was most unwilling to tell him anything, knowing that he would probably lose the plot in the first 5 mins.


have a good night.

oh and this year's dhsco concert was a disappointment. i have nothing more to say.