So i just came back from a facial at Holland V. which Chanel kindly offered for a price i shall not disclose. No wait, no price. It's quite amazing how girls could go through that sort of torture on a regular basis although the face massage was quite good i would say. I was squealing in pain deep inside as my "mozarella cheese" struggled to find it's way out of my face. For beauty, what the female would give. Timbre after with Niki, Chanel (who kindly told us all about her violent side. Mei mei i hope you're reading this *vommit*), Bernie and Daron. Roasted duck pizzaaaa....
I've been meaning to blog recently but laziness always wins the war despite me winning half the battle of logging in to blogger. And i regret that i haven't, because i can't seem to remember what the life of me has been up to other than blur flashes of the Bangkok trip, the SMU gig (which seriously wasn't much a gig), karaoke, dinner with the band, recording on sat, service on sunday and movie after and then there's today. Oh wait i think i got it all.
Life's suddenly been on an all-time-low recently. The times when you suddenly feel life sucks for you and everyone seems to be having it better. I'm sure you know what i mean. And i can't stand it that i'm feeling this way when i know life for me seriously isn't all bad at all. I mean there's the God, the family, the friends, the band, the home i know i can retreat to, bla bla bla. I shouldn't be complaining should i. Bah, it happens to everyone i suppose.
Get real, you're not indispensable. No, seriously.
