Milo;

there is nothing a cup of hot milo can't cure.
when you're feeling insanely wrong.
and repulsive even to yourself.

the apartment is colder now.
footsteps and the children's voices from above remind me that i'm still alive.
not living in a muted existence.
of all days,
the cars weren't driving too quickly.
i wanted a car to break just inches away from me
so i can wake up
take the "shock of my life" to a whole new level.
er, not in the hahaha way.

i'm not suicidal la, if you're starting to get worried.
i've still NOT been to Venice.
and tons of beautiful places.

anyway, i had shrimpy fried noodles, with some surviving chilli padi for dinner.

my broken nail is irking me real bad.
and i really need some hair dye.
the black roots are making me look worse than i already am.