and so the party on sunday night was good, though it came on strongly to me how * it was. i'm simply in love with the album charlene. thanks so much! i felt much liberated after telling you guys how i felt, no matter whether right or wrong, i just needed someone to be there to listen.

but somehow, no one seems to be around.
and so i think liquid kitchen has become my favourite pub. it's quiet, with nice music and it's kinda like that cafe. i think clubbing is gonna be out of my life. somehow or other, it's not pleasing, so yup. this friday is gonna be the last time- i'd prefer pubbing anytime honestly.

but somehow, that cafe still seems to be irreplaceable.
and so i think i found someone who stays close by and is always there- *. i thank god for you!(: sitting there chit chatting til 12 midnight, and yet still not running out of topics to talk about. and if it weren't for the fact that buses terminate around that time, and if it weren't for the fact that we were expected home, i reckon we would have sat there til the early morn.

but somehow, i shamelessly hoped that it'd be someone else.
and so i felt that it wasn't just a slight tinge of disappointment.

but somehow, along with it came a lot more *.
and so.