I had a talk with myself today
I’m all TENSE
Why.
Because i’m not out partying and drinking.
Since i’m already dubbed an alcoholic by so many… does this feeling then make me a partyholic? A clubbaholic? The skin on my chest feels tight and i’m all hyper. This is my prime time of liveliness… Yet again, i’m at home doing my final projects. I feel all weird not out at this time. Futhermore, i didn’t go out last weekend as well due to homework (again) and my slut’s birthday (acceptable reason). And i’m not going for the Genting rave tomorrow. Yes, you can wipe that look off your face. About 10 people asked me on Monday whether i was gonna go. By Wednesday i had decided not to… I reckon i should stay at home and do my *gasp* work.
What is HAPPENING TO ME?!
*conversation in my head*
oh c’mon. It’s just clubbing.
No! it’s a ritual to go! it’s so fun… *can’t breathe*
allah… won’t die la don’t go. work is more important
yea true… but perhaps… a few hours won’t make a difference to my work
then you’ll regret later like fuck
i know right… what the hell man
yes exactly. so just shut up and do your work.
….
Mary just called me. And said that she might go tomorrow for a few hours. I’m rethinking everything.
nO! fucking hell stay at home and do work sial!
But… it’s only for a few hours… isn’t it the same as yam chaing for awhile..
you’re gonna regret it i tell you
see how la tomorrow…
i KNEW you’d have no self-control…
i *said* see how okAY!
whatever la. stop blogging and do your work. Just making your time limit less
erm. ya.
My dog Steven. Posing with my lacey heel.
: : Edit : :
Aishah read my post above and just msn-ed me:
I’d rather you go out.. than talk to yourself for a few hours…
Me: lol idiot.
