Skeletons.

God, sometimes it hurts so bad remembering.

Little Shadows.

Sunday morning started off with newspaper collection for our FOC’s fund raising at bedok. 2 blocks of new HDB flats, heaps of dirty newspapers that gets your fingers black, hot sunny day that gets you all sweaty, a working LG television & a microwave oven that had a note on it that said, ‘Not working. Do not switch on, it might explode!’ HAHA. Cute isn’t it?

After which, I rushed home to bathe and change and dress up, then to Bugis to meet the NUS gang to celebrate Lina’s birthday. Catching up was great.

I need to let loose.

Shop more too. Shopaholic at heart, what can I do.

Angsty.

Met up with Ernest for Night at the Museum 2, sucked, fell asleep (Ernest didn’t realise), and this big psychotic guy next to me, laughed too loud, too often and shook the seats when he kept moving forward when he laughed. I almost strangled him with my stubby fingers.

Hung around at Shokudo till Jiawei came, crab meat omelette, vegetables with mushrooms and hot green tea, I feel satisfied. Then headed to b&js so that Jiawei can buy his damn weird coconut and 7 layers, really queer flavour, then to Starbucks with Jarrod, Lucas and 2 other army mates. Awkward.

Ernest likes the way I dress now, fierce, he says. & both says I have the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look and vibe. Interesting, I seem to have lost my cheerfulness.

The weekends are here again.

New blue and yellow nails.

I need to let go but still remember everything. That sounds contradictory, but it’s the case.

I’ve been spending a little too much recently, clothes, accessories, shoes, nail polishes, pencil case, anything that appeals to me. Shopping fills the void, but some people don’t seem to understand. I need things to occupy my mind to keep it from wandering, but somehow, I can never escape.

Ha, I’m getting emotional again. But I deserve all of this, I caused everything.

I need a good fresh start, hence the private blog.

Went to the library the other day and got 3 books, 1 on a german woman during the war, 1 from Sidney Sheldon and the last, on Jimi Hendrix. Vodoo child, here I come.

Red guitar picks.

I’m on a highway to hell.

Goodbye, my almost lover.

Loved and lost.