White Sheep on a Blue Hill

"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas

1:30 PM

Good Morning! It's 0534 am. I can't sleep for time begin because I just showered. So decided to sleep after blog.

For Sophia: "I don't know what to say to you when we were sitting at the road side. I'm afraid I might say wrong things. I'm not good in words. But I was listening to you and I'll be there if you need me. Love ya!"

I went to sucky MOS with Sophia and Eileen. NOT HAPPENING AT ALL! I'm referring to the music that DJ blast. Company was great, fun and lovely. Walk one round at Clark Quay as the time is still early. And Sophia went crazy. All the nasty words she said. Sat outside the road to chill before get down to the dance floor.

Had Tequila Shot and Tequila Pop. RNB was so-so. Not high enough. But Trance was supper nice! I already got super excited when I heard Trance while I was in the toilet. DJ blast my favorite trance and I actually shuffle. *shuffle shuffle*

When we were about to send Sophia off, a guy taped me from back. I turned and look, wondering, "do I know you?" Eileen remembered he's the Subway guy. I go crazy and I went to Trance with him. He said he'll be back but Eileen got bored over Trance so we went over to RNB.

Waited for Gerald to come over MOS to pick me up. I had no clue it's his 21st birthday today! Until Eileen interviewed him non-stop. I felt so upset that I didn't go over to Phuture with him.

Anyway baby, it's nice of you to pick me up and send me home. I like the way you talk, so gentle. I like your eyes and eye lashes. And I think I like you even more!

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