i feel sick.
like literally.
must have been all the food i poured down my throat.
dinner at nydc with jame, gab, nigel and ryan and ryan paid for dinner which made me feel abit bad since i'd only just met him.

ktv was good but a little unfulfilling.
jaychou was top of the list and i managed to belt out shijiemori and heiseyoumo a sufficient number of times till everyone was sick of it.
and pity kbox doesnt have spice up your life and whatever else we sang the last time.

it's so hard to put thoughts into words.
or maybe we can, but sometimes we choose not to.
because an idea that is not in print is merely a fantasy.
and we're too scared sometimes to consolidate our thoughts and review them in print because we're scared of the truth.
ohwell, what's it that they say?
THE TRUTH HURTS.
much better to leave our thoughts elusive and fleeting.