Mood: Not Hungry.
Music: Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins.

wednesdays always marks the weekend. it's always the day tt starts your disco ball rolling abit. and then thursday it begs to rest for the power of what the friday night that drags all the way to your sunday morning could bring. but this wednesday feels abit out.

i've been waking up early mornings, without coffee & cigarettes. remedy to put me to sleep has always been alot of writings. and i avoid anything nonhumorous. i sense self denial dialing my number everynight. it's a sickening feeling being at home.

wednesday please end soon.
thursday, just pass on by.
friday, come but take your time.
saturday. wait.
SUNDAY dont lift a finger off pause.
monday awaits fridays.

i know the afternoon doesnt help
much in cute/sad/happy/ubercool writings.
but fuck it leh. i'm happy leh.
now i want to drink coffee.

cheers.