My back hurts.

Don't worry, I am not dead.

So, these past weeks have been busy. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Though my body's kind of retaliating to all the sudden movement after two months of doing nothing but answering telephones and smoking my ass off.

Yesterday was horrible though. Upon reaching school, everyone started talking about all the deadlines due next week and the week after that. And I got so stressed, my head started throbbing like crazy. The noise proved too much for me to bear and after gathering all my willpower to actually attend Marketing Management, I had to succumb to whatever my body was telling me and practically floated into a cab back to Regan's place. After a week of not meeting him, yesterday was like a holiday to me. I just love it when I am with him and strangely, I am still not jaded yet.

Sometimes, when people tell me that we should have fun in life and then automatically assumes that the only life worth talking about is when you actually go clubbing. But to me, it is not just that. Being intoxicated blurs the harsh reality of life itself and you can always say that it was just for fun and suddenly, things that used to matter did not anymore. You feel whole and complete and so sure where you are going in life but after the first bus have gone and you go home and the next week arrives where you actually have to go through the 'mundane' stuffs, you feel so empty, hollow. Suddenly, life cease to be so serious. Flings, shots, smoke, laughter, sex. Yeah, it's all good and all that. And then, what?

Things that used to matter really do matter and some things are just not worth it. I remember when I was given a strong word of caution from the tots when I started spiralling out of control with the nightlife, and now, I am scared that anyone else would have to go through what I did. I hope people are armed with the ability to read between the lines. Because what I just said would never make sense if it doesn't apply to you.

Please note that this is not an attack but rather, worry on my part. That's all.

Anyway, my new class ain't as bad as I thought. A tad talkative but sounds just like me. Actually, I cannot wait for the chalet. And I cannot wait for the term break.

I don't understand what is happening to my bloody computer. Both my PC and my lappie. The internet's ok but it is going so slow, I cannot stand it. There are some pictures I have that I do not think are worth it to go through the whole slow procedure of uploading. Some random shots and the night @ the Pump Room. I've said it and I'll say it again. I do NOT like pubs or clubs where you cannot smoke in. How do you drink without smoking anyway??

I want a digicam badly. I saw a cam in a Harvey Norman ad about this cam which cost like 149 bucks!! So cheap! 7 megapixel! Money's becoming less of a problem after I started tutoring. At least I can rest knowing that I am getting cash sooner or later.

P6 maths and MALAY?!? Sorry, Sha, I guess I have to start borrowing your Malay novels and start listening to Achik dan Nana again. errrr.... I don't think there is a need to be so 'on'.

So, today's Friday and I feel like going somewhere for beer.Somewhere to just chill out.There's still Saturday after today. I love weekends.

Have I mentioned that?