:: Coffee,Tea, And Perhaps, Some Attention ::
I'm so tired, having my period. It hurts really bad, I swear. I couldn't even walk straight when I first met Im yesterday. Bought those pink pills, took three doses and I felt a lot better. Had such a lovely day yesterday. It was my off day since I did overnight. It went on so well, until some sales bugger approached us about some wedding photos promotions that we're not interested in. We just wanted to eat. Some few words later, and we ended up not talking at all during dinner. Fuck..its all so dumb. We're just so dumb sometimes it makes laugh furiously.

Anyway, bought Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar last night. Had been wanting to read that book for years already, but it never cross my mind to get my hands on it. We saw it at Kino at Liang Court a few weeks back, and the only piece left was so tattered it was not worth it. So when we went to Bugis' Kino yesterday, I decided that I will buy that, -in trade for the beloved pair of brown maryjanes that won't fit my long feet. Weirdly I felt dead yesterday, in the later part of the night. Was it the pills I took or something else. I can almost fell asleep walking.