Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

I like sunny Sundays.

Got up from a weird and not-so-pleasant dream of being in a train station's toilet and whatnot. The image was stained yellow with dark corners, but it seemed pretty, if it were a picture. There were so many dreams, some weren't pretty but I wasn't horrified. That's a first. So, I let myself have a lil' more shut-eye time. Then images started forming again. This time, the images made me smile. Flashbacks of me, looking at old photos, smiling. Flashbacks of what I wished happened. Of carrying a cute brown pup which seemed surreal and more (me smiling with.. People). Then it was gone. But I was happy. To know I had a chance of dreaming sweet dreams.

INSOMNIAC.

This was taken in January (the 30th), when I still haven't gotten a bed frame. I remember sleeping really early (before 12) for the whole month. I still can't believe how quick it is.. It's been (almost) a year I've lived here.

Sometimes I miss the 6 of us just having a meal together. The conversations, the laughter, the jokes. Of motorbikes and a guy named Kevin? They made a joke of "Kevin" being my boyfriend. Who's Kevin? In hell, I'll know. So, WE will see in the future, whether there's really a "Kevin" as my partner. And THEN, we shall laugh it off. Haha.

And oh, speaking of MOTORBIKES (no I don't intend to ride one), I miss my (kick) scooter. A month ago, I saw my little neighbours with theirs. They have such funky high-tech ones. There was one with two platforms (moveable ones) and the other one had a SEAT! -.- iJealous. I miss my scooter because.. I can't cycle. Yes, I can't. Sigh.

Those words aren't for you, they're for someone new.

They'll be the King of Hearts and you're the Queen of Spades

All the right friends in all the wrong places

So yeah, we're going down

We've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces

So yeah, we're going down

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Great song.

Wayne Isham always direct the best videos. Aside from this, he directed Bon Jovi's.. Oh my, David Cook and Adam Lambert's videos too [Wikipedia].

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Was sick since Tuesday morning and was accompanied by my group of meds consisting flu tablets, cough mixture, sore throat lozenges and antibiotic capsules. I never had such a bad sore throat - it burnt! So, I slept at 12a.m. last night. Just to wake up at 5.45 and cough my lungs out. I went back to sleep at 6.30 and woke up sometime 3 hours later to watch Wipeout and then the EMAs. The coughing reduced but my head felt heavy. And I couldn't take a rest. I thought I was gonna be insomniac again, but after dinner, the flu was better. No blockage. I can sleep now. Bye.

I got a scar I can talk about

I'm sick (physically) and of people.

I'm tired (physically) and of everything.

Or maybe I'm just stuck in this whirlwind mind of my own.

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home

Features.. A thing I wish I knew. I think Facebook has a brilliant mind of its own.

I'm here for your entertainment

Of singsongs and an empty seat. Of the cold rain and a friend feeling cold. Of weird stares and stoned faces. Of questions and gentlemen-ness. Of fanning myself and someone being nice for adjusting the a/c again. Of apologies and gratitudes. Of the heat and my cynical reply. Of laughters and an 'Ouch'. Of teacher slimming down and more weird looks. Of pretending to be innocent and asking an obvious question. Of the heat again and me asking. Of fake-crying and assurance.

You feel the heat too right?

Yeah, but.. Not.. From you.

Ouch.

*Hahahahahahah*

Nice to know you. :)

Oh, I bet you thought that I was awfully sweet
A fallen angel swept you off your feet
But I’m about to turn up the heat
I’m here for your entertainment

I looked out my window today. It was the first time it felt different. Or maybe because ... .

Wear your heart on your sleeve