the irony of it all.

there's a weird sort of fuzz in my head.and no, it's not the haze heh. ah whatever.

dammit. im feeling damn lousy now.really, it's those lil' things that really get me.and annoy me, and set me seething. dammit.

i wish i'd my driving license already. then i'd drive down some deserted highway, if there even is one in s'pore,at maximum speed, roof down.i'll feel the wind on my face and imagine im somewhere else.

"Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies

So go on and fly then, boy"