i met up with irene yesterday. it was mightly fun. haven't talked to her in ages. it seemed so difficult to tell her stuff. i don't even know where to begin and there were many, many awkward silences. well, she promised me to bring me to zouk one day. she said that MOS sucked anyways. HAHA. i just love that bitch.

god man. i don't know what's happening to me. i can't seem to think or form any coherent sentences or thoughts at all! i can't think properly at all. my brain is here and there, disintergrating into many pieces. god!

i just love sad, sappy movies, those tear-jerkers. it makes me cry like shite, thus giving me reason to cry, cry my heart out. and no one will actually bother to ask you why cause it's the movie. just the way i like it. no one bothering you with stupid questions like "what happened? do you care to share? is everything okay? do you need help? does anywhere hurt?" gosh. i just feel like asking them to shut their pie holes. i mean, i just need a peaceful time to sort out my feelings, and sometimes, those who asks are just bloody busybodies to spice up their lives with news of others so they can actually have something to talk about.

i mean those people who gossiped the most were people with no life because they would always yak on and on about other people's lives; obviously they thought lowly of their own and found others more exciting than theirs. they would just add and add up sutff that ain't true at all, passing it off as they were actually there in the first place. oh how i hate gossip mongers. get a life will you?

help me. i'm lost and confused. god help me. please.

colour my life.

lovelornlost,

manda.