hugeover

orchard road consumerism.

Isn't it typical that you meet good people just four hours after you decide to give up having random crushes on people and are abandoning all of your Shag Plans, A through to D. (D was 'become a nun'). Bloody typical.
Last night I met a pop star, and Miss Vietnam 2001.

Time seems to move very very oddly at the moment - very slow and empty for days and days and days, then speeds up ridiculously.

Hey, that's good, I should blog that.

Ow, my hangover hurts. I can feel my hairs growing.