I love to turn you on...

Monday left me feeling all frantic and overwhelmed again. It's not pretty to have a nearly embarrassing breakdown in the train station, you know.

I sent in my Sudoku form on Monday as well, not without blessing the envelope with all the things I love and believe in. Which included my radio and PC. It was for good luck, okay!


Tuesday was okay...during lunch, I munched down some watermelon and listened to Nicky, and I smiled. People were thinking I was dreaming about someone.

No. I was listening to DC's Day Tripper, Michael Johns' A Day in the Life, and Axium's Creep. All of which had a funny history between me and a few people *coughs* Gay Stripper *coughs*.

I mean, wouldn't you be smiling too if a man like Michael Johns sang to you a line like "I love to turn you on"?

Also, I was smiling at the fact how music is always the way for me to escape a certain kind of madness.


And yeah, a new baby is coming. You'll have to wait and see when he gets here. I am so in love with him! He's so pretty, it makes me weep.


I've been wearing those wristbands again, and I noticed that my hands have shrunk. The things are so loose, it's on the verge on falling off my wrists!


I've broken my "no more fastfood" diet on Monday. I no longer feel holy.
I haven't had an apple for one week. Do you know how bad that is?!


I did something bad in the morning. I gave in to temptation. I have no chance in hell to go to heaven.


And this is rather random, but you have no idea how strange it is that when I am thinking of something, you're also thinking of the same thought. Like this morning, with the 'sparrows'. I thought you both forgot! Though they were both in a different context, you two could see the connection and tell me "Okay. Purely coincidental but OMG!".


I like your look, I love your smile...

Uncle, I want a haircut. Even David Cook got one already. I am jealous here.
No? Fine. I'm going to paint my nails black. See how you like that.
(And DC, take care please? It's just too much for me when I hear someone ending up in hospitals...and please don't get too stressed out...you need rest)



And uh, Michael Johns. It is completely wrong and inappropriate for me to like a married man like you, but forgive me, I am easily swayed by temptation and silly things.

No thanks to you, I fell off my chair and hurt my knee and bumped my head on the table, laughing while replying mate's text! Pain don't hurt, he says.

It's all wrong, but it's all right...

Mate, Lysa and Mar, you know the meaning behind those lines. It's good enough to feed my random nonsense-deprived imagination.


God, can you make my baby come by Saturday or Sunday? I need to see it. Please.