This woman is going to self-destruct...

Self-destructive mode: switched on.

Thursday night:
Dinner with Jerry and we went to watch L'Enfants, the movie that is equivalent to using a frozen lamb chop and knocking me out with. We didn't particularly enjoy it. Just a movie of a couple whose lifestyle is seemingly like any other person along Flinders St in Melbourne. An educating movie on teen pregnancy, living off the dough and never showering. What a waste of time and money. And on top of that, my eyes were red and itchy.

We then met Ganesh and headed down to The Butter Factory, which I think was sucky. Never going back again. I really wonder why some people are raving about the place. I think we (or rather Ganesh) tried to make the best out of it and stayed till almost 4am before we left for supper at Maccers and only managed to get home when the birds were about to wake up.

Friday night:
Headed down to Red Club after dinner with Libbie. Urgh, my flu was killing me. I was in such a self-destructive mode I refused to stop smoking. But it made things worse, because everytime I exhaled the smoke, my nose will start to itch terribly, causing me to sneeze and sneeze and sneeze and....sneeze. Danced around, did some silly stuff, then we went for supper. Libbie, being so anti-social, decided to leave at 1plus, leaving me stuck with people whom I wasn't even close to! Nevertheless, despite the flu, I decided to have some fun since I was already out and the crazy cows said, "Let's go for karaoke after supper!" Hahaha. So we ended up at karaoke at bloody 4am and got home when the birds were already awake.

All I can say now is I'm dying from dehydration, a dry and peeling nose and a body that's not doing what I'm telling it to. Once I sit or lie down, I can't move. I'm almost dead. Two nights of itchiness from the eyes and the nose. Urgh.

I've found a Virgo who's bitchier than Ganesh.