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don't bother calling me huishan anymore. just call me variegated leaf. i sure do a good job of disguising as one! i don't want to do anything tmr :( wanna just cloister myself at home and catch up on much needed sleep as well as mourn to myself the current coma situation of my phone :/ i can just imagine the poor thing... stuck in the dark. all by itself. as lonely as i am :( gods i've grown so attached to my phone! it's disgusting but i prob won't live v long without my phone. that's like how horrible... i've bred a total dependency on my phone.

v depressed. for no reason really.. and i had a whole pack of hershey's kisses and it didn't work. no endorphins. no high. maybe it's cos it's creamy milk chocolate instead of cookies and cream... sigh sigh :( and now i'm even sadder cos there're the tin foil wrappings littered around the comp announcing my gluttony. plus. to add to my agony. i am itching lah.... yikes. super uncomfortable. plus dead skin littering the place... damn gross.

how to dance tmr? i can't go scritch-scratch in the middle of the dance... can't put makeup cos my skin is super sensitive not to say superbly unevenly coloured. aaargh. maybe i should just wear a veil. and say it's part of the costume or sthg... what do i wanna do. i wanna wake up early tmr b4 listening compre to go swimming! haha :) but i always get these urges to do so at night and in the morning i just don't feel like it anymore. sigh.

sometimes i just want to sit back to back with someone who doesn't feel the need to talk nonstop. and who doesn't make me feel the need to fill the awkward silence between us with inane small talk. just want to stare into space. it's so tiring sometimes to have to keep up the cheerful thing. it saps energy and rarely rewarded by smiles that twinkle in the eyes anyway. speaking of eyes. met this guy in the bus... gorgeous eyes. don't remember his face don't remember him.. just the sparkling bottomless pools. it's so unfair that guys have so pretty eyes.