was drinking when granny came knocking at the door at nearly 1AM.

i must say, i hate the way she knocks at my door
(using her nails to continuously scratch against my sliding door),
save for the fact that she disregarded my need to be alone,
especially it was late in the night..
she came in ranting and doing some frantic search in my room
for some weird thing she claimed she lost again.
couldnt be really bothered as i was already down and tired out.
she left cursing her way outta my room but i guess i can't quite give a shit for now.

i tried to be strong. but.
i conclude.. this is just me.
i am who i am. like it or not...
i'm someone who will never give up on someone whom i love(d)
even though i feel thoroughly hurt and stabbed all over the place.
i heard a species is very similar to me-
the horse.
it slogs for its owner no matter how wounded or drained out it is
until it finally lays down to die.
it'll never stop unless it takes its last breath.

i succumbed to my guilt for the fact that he's fallen ill..
i didnt cause it... and i know well it may just be another of some manipulative response to the past three days of my indifference towards him...
i'm used to it...
maybe i'm that cheap.
so i returned home with alcohol..
which didn't work on me. that is even worse..

newaes...
some pics (:

dont be deceived by the cream sauce.
i rmb making a special request at the "remarks" column for more sauce because from the look of it, i thought it was TARTAR.
unfortunately...
it wasn't.
it was purely milk-tasting.
and obviously.. the chef was being GL wif me judging from the way my dory fish was served swimming in a mud pool of lactose.
MAD JACK btw.. (:

p.s. the drink which looks like lao sai is actually icecream float.
know why it turned out a monstrosity?
because they served the icecream over ice cubes, with a can of coke for us to pour in ourselves.
so cola fizzed into the icecream to create the amazing presentation of....
wadever it looks like to you.

orite.
off to........
try to sleep.