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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Your mind is in disturbia.
Sunday,
What a heavy rainy day, more than dogs and cats, practically got me drenched. To spice things up, it got me so wet till it was a clear see through with my pure white boyfriend shirt. Shopping spree, bagging home the cheap thrills. Thai Express-ed with Kalai, and later on headed to Turkish Cuisine for our free dessert and some slices of lamb.

Monday,
Couch Potato-ed.

What's wrong with me, why do i feel like this? I'm going crazy now
No more gas in the rig, can't even get it started. Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it. All my life on my head, don't want to think about it, feels like i'm going insane, yeah.

Tuesday,
Work.
Dinner-ed with Rina and Jitterbugs for the finale, i can't help but kept biting my lips while prancing around, some kind of habit i guess. A walk to esplanade, then to Clarke Quay for my Turkish ice cream, so chewy. It's just part of their job, to put up a show to make their customers laugh, you either get the cone or nothing.



Wednesday,
Happy Birthday to boyfriend, did a birthday song that cost me 10 dollars.
Work. Back home to binge on dinner and getting some early naps.
The ministry scratched some really nice records, dating back from Al Corey to heavy thumps of rhythms and blues. You just wanna get intoxicated along with those, like really.

Thursday,
Serious headache, hanging over and dreading to wake up.
Work. Got a Paws in a Pail from student, Happy Teachers' Day in advance!
Simo's return, penning all those pent up feelings in the music and lyrics, still as persisting as ever. Tomorrow is an early and long day, till then.

It's a thief in the night, to come and grab you. It can creep up inside you and consumer you.
A disease of the mind, it can control you, it's too close for comfort.
I'm doing it on purpose, wind it and work it, and i don't care who's watching, we'll make love in this club.