k, I should be asleep. But I can't, despite the numerous times I've yawned.
Frankie sent me tons of prom pics, the more I feel like killing myself. Seems like they're taken at the same spot. Haha. But the thought of me wearing nice dresses make me lose my own appitite. Plus makeup and hairdo and any sort of enhancement will make me puke more.
I think my broadband agrees with me. It d/c-ed at the mention of the previous paragraph. Well, just keep typing, hoping it connects again.
Maybe I'll just go out with Bernie then I go out with Iris. Both of them doesn't seem to meet in HK. My mum is getting a little paranoid. She's making me wear a jacket and then a windbreaker tomorrow, for goodness' sake. My dad too. Man. I think I'll get flu in HK again. Last year my aunt was afraid that I catch a cold, she made me wear woollen clothings when the temperature was 24 degrees C. It's like Singapore's temp loh. In the end, it was far too warm for me so I got a flu.
Sneezing non-stop. Must be real cold outside. Or someone thinking of me? Haha, unlikely.
The stupid modem dosen't seem to be connecting.
PROM NITE! BLOODY PROM NITE! I SWEAR I WILL ATTEND THE ONE TWO YEARS LATER. LOOKS SO NICE, ARGH~! I'M STARTING TO HATE MYSELF TO MAKE A STUPID DECISION MONTHS AGO. NEVER EVER GOING TO FORGIVE MYSELF. "I don't want to live with guilt, I rather live with a responsibility." Haha, sounds familiar? [That lame Channel U show]
[typed at 12:43am and being posted at the time stated below]