where butter can fly...

after a nite at changi airport... think i will never initiate night out ever again... feel like a zombie... still recuperating from lack of sleep... looking pale and feeling weak... n restless... it is recess week now and there is definitely things to do... but i just couldnt get started... this is bad...

my life... me n myself everyday... n jean n weiliang, jean n weiliang, jean n weiliang... haha... find myself a bulb sometimes...