twenty-one
05/6/2014 I'm sitting on the sofa, procrastinating while acting really busy on my laptop switching from this social window to that. 2.20 a.m., I should be well in bed going into my first/second phase of sleep. If Mom was still in KL i'd probably be catching the rest of my drama that I kept on pause on the player. I just had this sudden whim to write about the past few days and nights, how I sort of painstakingly(?) went through them. But then, I've had some alcohol earlier on and I just feel so, so lazy to type it out. (excuses!) Let's just say that I didn't have to endure everything in such a harsh way (but I did), didn't have to quickly replenish my emotions to the brim in three days over and over (yet I did), didn't have to tell myself not to have high expectations and yet secretly hoped (still I did). What, yeah contradicting myself and putting many, many things that seem unrelated together and then turn on the water faucet and allow my salty ...