Dear diary,

“5 went down, finals is now officially over.”

My mood right now:

Tired but too excited to sleep.

must sleep must sleep.

i need energy tonight. to hit the clubs.

Dear diary,

Tomorrow is a Friday. not only that, it marks the end of Finals.
i’ve been in this for a wholly 2 long weeks!

This time tomorrow…hopefully, I’ll be somewhere partying the night away!

Oh why…. why…. our night-out in Bamboo is cancelled?!
Can we just party somewhere else? like Maison ? or Poppi…
please………………….

it’s less than 12 hours to Film paper. i just can’t wait till it’s all over!!

Enough is Enough! tomorrow i’ll be wild, real wild!
if you see me, hold me back.

Dear diary,

Today, was just lame. as lame as you could possibly imagined.

i watched a lot of TV. and it’s depressing the minute you found out that you spent a day on TV, especially in the midst of finals!

from a Taiwan beauty show 我爱美丽 to Hollywood’s mama’s tales to The Momment of Truth and finally a wrap with MTV Crib. i’m so dead! bt guess what. i love TV, very much.

but the cold sad fact is: i should be watching ‘Psycho’ or ‘Mulholland’ or whatever that will be a dearly favor for my Film paper!

Mulholland Dr was okay. and that’s the only one i’ve sat through so far, though with a lot of scanning-forwards. The b/w visuals and old film audio of Psycho demoted me into a state of apathy! while Dancer in the Dark totally geared nausea in me and i ended up feelin’ sick out of its very super duper shaky visuals!

i didn’t know (until today) that films can be a great distress.

oh a lil’ abt the ‘Momment of Truth’… the reality game show.

it’s just ridiculous! they use a polygraph to test the truth out of simply anyone.

they asked questions like: have you ever had sex with your friend’s wife?
and the man’s answer is a ‘yes’! with the polygraph proving it true! and the next minute, we see his wife sitting there – weeping!

gawd. i’m just curious, how real is real?!

Fox is annoyingly impressive! to come out with all crazy ideas for a reality game show. Americans are just crazily liberal and daring!

Dear diary,

It’s sunny!

i feel like going to the beach – hopping into the plane – to the Bahamas. or go on a road trip.
i just need to get-away from the city.

because…when i look out of the window. all i see are buildings, moving cars.
i love em’, i love cosmo.

but…

it somehow signifies pressure.
the pressure of being a somebody in your own life.
it’s like … the battle against yourself.

anyways, what i’m trying to say is, i love beaches too.

i’m versatile. in a way.
if you don’t see it yet, you probably haven’t know me enough.

I’m listening to 2 girlz fallin angel. i randomly downloaded the album
and thought it was quite nice!
particularly the ones titled ‘crashing down’ or ‘one more night’.

their music reflects my state right now.

sadness secreted.

Dear diary,

“4 went down, 1 more to go.”

Feels good – feels bad.

Freedom means … Fear.
that the holidays will just slip away and that’s it – the end of it.
i’ve no plans yet. NO PLANS. it’s a fret to think about!!

After law’s paper, i rushed into Pav, farewell dinner with Ed (in Madam Kwan’s), followed by a drink in La Bodega.

I have Mai Tai this time. Wasn’t really enjoying it. i’m too tired for alcohol today.

Ed’s jetting off tomorrow morning – back to UK. seriously gonna miss you. bon voyage!

you and your beer!

gosh, seriously lack of sleep.

Haven’t been sleeping since last night because I’m drinking too much of this:

龙井茶。Chinese Tea.

oh it’s past 12am. happy birthday Aza (if you happen to read this) !

Dear diary,

It’s raining cats and dogs. i’m lovin’ it.

see, the visibility of buildings outside the window is jeopardized by the heavy rain.

Only if it’s still a Friday. i’ll be a lot more happier.

on one hand, i miss my party-girl traits so much.
on the other, i’m seriously towards losing in the battle against time.

if it’s not for this. i’m probably in somewhere – pav or hartamas; anywhere, just somewhere out of home.

my bad.

but no regrets at all. AT ALL.

Dear diary,

Are you bore by my over-rapidly updates?

it’s 3pm.

not planning to sleep anymore; i shall save it for the night.

joanne i should’ve ask you earlier about this uber effective solution! haha.
thanks anyways!

Dear diary,

it’s darn-bright outside the window – oh, it’s 7:25am.

I tried to sleep but I can’t! i stayed up for one whole night! help~

and i’m eating cereals right now to cure my hangover.
is it gonna help? i hope it does.

A Londoner friend is here. We had dinner in Souled-Out (mont kiara). their Carbonara sux a big time. but ambient was good! price – reasonable.

(After dinner)
Initially wanted to bring him to Luna despite the cover charge on a friday night – which better place than this to experience KL by night. but it’s full house! our reserved table was given to somebody else since we were there beyond hold-time. damm it.

plus, the music is just chilly and nothing more than that…and so we decided to refund the cover charges, paid RM10 for parking and went off! wtf.

perhaps Luna is purely a place to chill out on a Monday night. parties not. then why’re they imposing a cover charge?! boo.

Since my friend wanted something light for the night, though not as light as Luna; we headed to Sanctuary and do it good with a bottle of Smirnoff. music was good, it suits my taste pretty much.

and oh, the DJ was kinda cute!

great night great everything.

now i wish there’s no Law exam on Monday.

Dear diary,

it’s 4:16am. i haven’t had enough.

Am i drunk?

i’m so dead. this is so not me.

i better goto bed.

let’s hit the club someday?!

Dear diary,

I foresee myself spending a great fortune tonight.

I feel superb helpless when it comes to money.

Seriously, I can’t afford partying. at all. especially on a Fri night.

I would rather save up. but sometimes, you just don’t have a choice!

Only if, someone generous without any intentions would do me good by treating me a drink?