My life lacks no drama.

The past 24 hours had been almost a total wreck.

With my PMS thrown in, I could almost tear my hair out in hysteria, yelling my voice hoarse, asking, ‘What the blardy hell is going on?!?!?!?’

I shall club no more.

With only 3 hours of sleep, I shall cease writing now, get my hair dry, and shut up.

I will leave everything… till tomorrow.

Uhm. Yup.

Everything like NTU, the long, tiring wait, Battlefield, SBB, mother of all thunders, power trip, that emergency phone call, a ridiculous arrangement, a party I had dreaded to go(PMS and bad skin condition makes me grouchy and anti-social), phone with dead batteries, wild night of lesbian sex silly photographs(tsk tsk, you must be above 21 to view them), meeting up with 2 hers, and with a dramatic conclusion to the night, Mr Ben(of Bentingism), and Mr KG both appeared.

Considering the blardy fact I haven’t seen them for….. a year(yes yes, not even a meet up in that one year), chancing upon them is far too bizarre, and too exciting for my frail heart. 2 in 1 day. Woohoo.

I swear I could have just died there, when I told a very tipsy(ahem, this is furthest adjective she would allow me) Janise that I thought I saw Mr KG.

His friend made an impression by being a total piece of cheese.

I was almost darting my head around, wondering if I would miraculously chance upon SBB there or what, and we could almost form a really scandalous club or something, and commerate it with an orgy or some sort.

By the way, you look really good. You must be very happy

A message came in.

Happy?

Or are we unhappy people trying to be happy.

Empty, I am.

It must have been really dark.