It's already 2.34 am, and I'm still wide awake. Just came home from e farewell kayteevee, lots of photos taken. Had a great time before work having fun with bubbles, surrounding ourselves in the arty farty atmosphere at the Opera Gallery (that painting is still haunting me!) and Art friend, and indulging in the glam ambience of marmalade pantry.
But I'm in a rather foul mood. I don't know if he understands, but I dont think I'm kicking up a fuss. I'm just insulted. At the idea that he even entertain such thoughts. Maybe he dont know me well enough to trust me, but to pass that kind of judgement is too much to me. I thought I lost my pouch with his namecard, and I thought it was a sign, until Xinyi called and said she found it, so I dismissed that thought.
Confused.
Labels: pestie, rants
