This is the way i live every night, by my phone, by the laptop, with some random snax, and a cup of coffee. I guess all my sleepless nights have to pay their respects to the caffeine overdose i've been inflicting upon myself. I love it when 12am approaches, because i can get to hear my favourite boy on the phone and we'll both end up in a state of momo-ness and often it would be me that would be speaking incoherently, no surprise. I've lost track of the number of days left till the promos and even if i did not lose count, the way i am leading my life now is seriously (*speechless*). Procrastination...whats new? I decided to blog today because i felt the desperate need to keep myself mentally sound. Vulnerability is running through me and yes, its those random nights where i'll somehow manage to cry myself to sleep, eerie. Am i suffering from some sort of bipolar? Maybe i should take a cyber vacation again, and stop stalking pretty girls (of which i know i can't). Why must there be a clear division of pretty? Is being pretty everything? While one may argue that being pretty isnt everything, he or she is definitely deceiving him or herself. In this new age, who dare swear that looks isnt what they are hankering after? I'll give you a ride on a limousine, that is if i had one.
I can feel a million people standing up against me. The way i blog is seriously atrocious. Well, i shouldnt be sorry. Why should i? I am just being candid in every single entry by sharing my views and spreading my inferiority (heh). And oh yes, not forgetting to mention, i often end up contradicting myself.
Pardon this God-knows-what entry. Please dont tell me im riding the crimson waves again. ARGH
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