let's see.

everything's officially over.

i sneezed twice at 5am and i toss and turn for 30mins. watched an hour of the drama. but god knows why my right eyebrow has been twitching. wellss.. i thought i can brave through the day but i tune in a little after lunch.

havent been visiting my manicurist since cny peak period. the visible-gems are falling off from my vain-ness, but how weird, i am not paranoid this time. prolly its the whole night at the shop take holds me back. i got there at 6.40pm and it end at 1am. i wonder where i got those energy from just sitting in front of her with my hands un-moved.

i got there at 8:45. walked into a room of a single soul. i took the back row and stuck with my book and ipod. a pretty boy with a lean built stroll in, not local i supposed, took the row in front me. not confident enough, his eyes were roaming all ovr the room and lastly, settled with his cell. i rolled my eyes as the rest attacked the seats. they were those eleventh hour people. i could see from the first impression. messy hair, wrinkled tops and constant yawnings. one turned over several times, i am rather annoyed with his stare and not apologising for being late.

and oh.. the norm one, pretty boy, grabbed his bag and left the room. wrong one. i looked up from my book and glanced around, i let out a sigh, wishing all these will go away. but they meant no harm. for that i know.

i head out after an hour. that pretty boy bumped into me, near the hallway. he was on the phone. he seems to be located in the upper level. over my shoulder, they were taking puffs. fully expected.

the traffic is as bad in the morning. ):

smelly's in camp. its awfully quiet.

back to my drama;