Tuesday, July 18, 2006

lesson #016: you can never go wrong with black

Clubbing night on Fri had an all-black theme (Syd got the inspiration during dance prac the previous day, when we were warming up to Buttons by PCD).


Cheers.


Hmmm... maybe we should start naming our group since we pose together so much. Hows about... Bella Trio? No? Sounds too much like a pizza restaurant?


With Vik, Zouk's dust bin / pavement decorator for the night.


Mich's party was on the next day (Sat). Theme was hard! The Other Side of You. I was a Hopeless Fashion Victim, Syd was... eh... a normal girl, and Jess's Goth.


'Cuz every girl needs her Gingerbread Man. Sweet!

Photos aside! Nursing an extremely painful ulcer at the back of my mouth. It's so swollen that when I rest my chin against my left hand I can feel it throbbing - ba-bonk, ba-bonk, bonk. Can you OD on OJ? 'Cuz I've been drinking the damn Marigold / Fruittree / watchamacallitbrand for days. Finished a carton yet the ulcer... stays. Sigh sigh sigh.

Every time I attempt to put my heavier thoughts down, I hesitate, then stop. Is it childish to run away from the things that pain you, is it childish to not want to see them nor read of them? My fear is that if I ever write them down, they will become even more real and create even more of a piercing pain than they already have.

I can't bear to witness with my own eyes the words that will translate my vulnerability into reality.