Ezra, your stupid song is now stalking me. Whenever I get into the car now, confirm I hear it at least once.
Your subtleties, they strangle me, I can’t explain myself at all. And all the wants, and all the needs, all I don’t want to need at all. Please make it go away because it’s so sad, and it makes me sad

Another song that’s been haunting me lately is
Sozzi – Letting Go but that’s because it’s track #3 on the CD in my car.
So now I say the things I want to say, sometimes it’s better letting go this way, I’ll always know down in my soul, we really had so far to go, I’ve given all I had to give and now it’s time for me to live, and I won’t look back, and I won’t regret, though it hurts like hell, someday I will forget …
Speaking of, Ezra, we go for dinner tomorrow instead, can? Tonight I already have plans!
And I’m sorry for sounding so blur when you called me, I was sleeping and it didn’t register when I saw the name Wern Loong on my display, hahaha. I got no credit to reply your SMS, so hopefully you see this, and hopefully I remember to call you
I miss you lah, my big, cuddly, stupid biscuit.
So back to my tyre, I completely forgot I work at a publishing place thingy which, duh, has a car magazine under it too! HOORAY! Danny was nice enough to help me change to my spare tyre. Whee! We had the Seventeen staff photoshoot today for Girl Talk, so that was fun, goofing around with the flowers, heh heh. Nigel came to the office after that to help me load all the bags into my car (and his car) and he followed me to the workshop. Dropped my car off there, and we went for lunch at One Utama because I had to return clothes too. Seriously, returning and loaning = damn tiring. Imagine Nigel and I walking around OU, bogged down with paper bags. We had to put all the bags in a trolley and wheel it around everywhere we went!
I fell asleep in the car on the way to the workshop :\ As in seriously deep, deep slumber. Nigel would poke me awake every now and then to ask for directions, and I’d mumble them and then go back to sleep. I didn’t sleep well (actually, I hardly slept at all) last night, and I was just so .. tired. I wasn’t sleepy, I didn’t need sleep .. I just felt so drained. Emotionally drained. Mentally exhausted. Yeah.
I’m going out for dinner with Ryan in about an hour or so. Looking forward to it because we very rarely get a chance to meet, and seriously, come on, what other guy would come to my house in the middle of the night to bring me Haagan Dazs ice cream, and chit-chat the night away?
HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. *ahem* HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT. HINT.
.. yeah, I don’t do subtle well, do I?
Oh, by the way .. I still have no idea what to do about the Ormond thing. I have to submit an appeal letter, pretty much begging them to take me. A bit sad, right?! But what is there for me to dooo, I don’t wanna be homeless! I dunno lah, I hope the appeal letter gets through, gah.