fucking hell.
so many things have happened.
i dont know where to start now.
for the longest time i didn't read alexis's blog.
i didn't want to emo all over again.
i still did though.
i just tried to read her blog.
but now...
i know im nt welcome anymore.
i'll stay where im welcome.
hence i'll keep to myself.

thon-ning that night.
it was kinda fun.
though only 4 of us were there.
me.
wil.
ccl.
fl.
it was kinda fun.
and i wasnt as emo then, so i didnt try to drink myself numb.
i really feel like doing that now though.
too late, boy.
its too late for anything to matter.
next time its all of us.
bros.
friends.
brothers for life.
lets just go out and drink ourself silly.
lets just do stupid things before we all die.
last night was special.
its called bro magic.
wilson sat there and listened to me cry and talk.
without me being drunk.
we all just wandered around aimlessly in marina square.
its kinda surreal walking around at night.
without the usual bustle and all.
and my mum and my sis are arguing again, as usual.
*thinks*
coconut tree.
desert island.
munky butler.
ah well.

anyway i'm nt gonna blog abt erv.
we're still nt close, i still think his reason was lame.
but iit was just a misunderstanding, i suppose.
blame yuxuan for making it sound so fucked up.

anyway.
i shld go write up the proposal for the crew outting.
i wanna go shopping.

song of the moment.
mc hotdog- 18岁
lyrics-

快乐的药　到底是什么味道
良药苦口我到底要去哪里找