Who cares whether or not u are in love.
Who cares whether or not u are lonely
Who cares whether or not u are sad
and who cares whether or not u are Flynn.

Took yesterday CK event as a hideout,
a place to dispel sorrows at the expense of own's health.

Went to sch knowing my attendance rate had gone from bad to chicken char cheng.
45% attendance, clueless about my tutorial, lost in my daily dose of PSP.
met jessica for lunch after her controversial interview.
one things for sure.
Interviews dat took long enough to bath a rabbit with soap, or like how jy lao sai in the toilet has every chance of acceptance.
5min interview?

Work was as boring as looking at dawn yang photo in maxim.
Purposeful but lack of excitement.
(no, no i didnt see...REALLY!!!)
went off at 9,
ate a heavy dinner to cater for a night of drinking.

It was only 12am i lost myself.
the place seemed to be like a dancefloor
(stupid!!, u WERE in a dancefloor)
the disco light further clot my already deemed vision.
last thing on my mind was breaking a glass.
wad happened next is like riding a subway.
remember couldnt even stand straight,
and lucky to have a fren living near me.
went home...and captivated in my warm, cozy bed.
my head hurts like drum, nearing a state of vomiting.

Temporary pleasure sure is short,
but it makes life abit more compelling.