BEST CHINESE NEW YEAR

i'll never get sick of that feeling of standing in the middle of the dance floor and just dancing and closing my eyes and not being disturbed by anyone and just dancing dancing dancing my heart out. everything would feel alright, like i don't have a care in the world, well except for the worry that eventually, the music would have to stop and we'd go get a kebab and free fries and the kebabs are free once in a while because the kebab boy is so flirtatious. he should get a zipper on his mouth because it's painful to not know how to respond to: "why are you so pretty, girl" in an indian mixed turkish mixed arabic accent it's really pretty hilarious but painful nevertheless. i'll never get sick of the smell of my hair in the morning that reminds me of where i'd been the night before and i really hate forgetting to take my makeup off. i like after parties though. well, not really a party, just a hangout place after. we went to danny's house last night and i thought he was an ass at first. but we talked over vodka mango with carrot juice at one of the highest spots i've been in singapore and it felt good. the wind. the booze. the talking bull. and i was quite surprised that what i was talking about made quite some sense but thyself shall not remember it right now because all that belvedar is still in my blood and i'm stoning as i type this out. i think my writers block is over because now i'm finally typing without thinking and i want to be a journalist one day. fuck marketing because making people do things for money is pretty..fucked up.

i could use a kebab right now & i just had bacon for lunch. my stomach's churning but it's all in good will.
i could also use some bakwa. abby, i'm coming over one of these days and ridding your house of all that deliciously tasting sinful slabs of meat and you're going to thank me one day for sharing the fats hahaha i also hope you're alright BFF. i love you till the end of the world, and thereafter.

i'm going to get closure today hopefully. hopefully thats all i need.
i'm sure time heals all wounds because that's a published metaphore/idiom.
i can't even spell metaphore properly jesus how am i going to be the most awesome journalist in the world?

ok so my mum can't stop talking on the phone and i don't know why she's not able to speak in a normal tone because apparently the person over on the other side might not hear her if she doesn't shout. it's not good to be easily irritable.
click. the phone got put down but blah blah blah blah blah i should go and close my eyes and immerse in nothingness.