Page One closing sale; books 3 at $5 each. Getting new cosmetics for work, biggest waste of money. And the freaking adult fare.

I wanted to write more, but I am so damn sleepy right now that I cannot think properly.

Know something? The single 'beep' that the card reader on the buses give out when I tap my card now is so offensive to my ears that I just want to smash something every time I hear it.

This is Sharman's present to me from Cambodia. I like it :)

Okay, gna be staying home from now till 4H chalet on the 6th. Need to get lots of chores done and stuff.

Moving on with life suddenly doesn't seem that exciting anymore.

Oh yeah, about this irreversible damage thing. God, I am still so bothered sometimes even though everything has died down and sort of settled itself. I don't even know what's the deal but sometimes I honestly feel like I regret having stepped down this path in the first place.

I've become really, like really, sensitive to anything regarding this issue. I'm protecting myself, but sometimes curiosity gets the better of me. I just think that all of them are so precious in real life, so I'd really like it for others to quit tainting my mind about my image of any of them.

I don't even care if it's real, I just don't want to know it anymore.

I think I am really getting too old for this.