LIPS OF AN ANGEL.

i am not too sure how to have time for people who dont have time for me
because even if you leave this big blank of time in your life
it doesnt mean that they will happily come along to fill it up
which ties me faintly to the word sincerity
or insincerity rather.

another sleepless night,
i shall exhaust all possibilities before turning to steroids.
i do have them still, in my cupboard looking back at me
i have to snap out of the mindset that only steroids can help
and i have to start helping myself

i did not attend the BA com meeting today! ):
im blaming it so on this disease.

grandma's birthday was yesterday
suggested playing majong with her to keep her company
so she doesnt feel lonely
awesome time cause she was winning us all the way
and giving us a lecture on how to play
we were like having a live discussion about majong.
awesome.

i will have to go and pass louis the majong tiles i borrowed later though
as much as i dont want to go out with all the patches on my skin,
there is no food at home anyway!
and randomly, the five wounds on my arm looks like the 5circles in majong!
awesome.
alrights, i will stop finding such linkless similarities.

so i shall go out and hunt for my dinner at ang mo kio hub
lugging heavy weights in the shape of small rectangular majong tiles
i want to sleep tonight.