It's 2AM in the morn, and I can't get to sleep because of this hell of a sore thorat I have. Probably from the throwing up Sunday morn, which by the way was the first time I've ever got so wasted. Getting high with that kind of company was fun, but clubbing that night just didn't cut it like the other times even though a friend(kudos to her) got us through(wa, jumped the long-ass queue) with VIP stamps and all. Might be cause Junyi's not around.
And 2AM might be a real weird time to get terribly introspective, considering there's still work tomorrow, but life has been sweeping by at the fastest pace. I've been whizzing through a whole load of stuff I've never done before, some of which I would rather not discuss publicly. And though all of this is in good fun, I really ought to do a bit of introspection.
Oh, by the way, in the zenith of my wastedness at MOS, I actually prayed!! Ha! Like one of those good ol' visceral Psalms David offered, though I think mine was not very Psalm like in that I didn't do the whine about predicament and declare God's character (ooh... good i still remember stuff like that) but I did a "if you are there open my eyes..." kind of prayer. But the God conundrum is still too much for me to bear as for now.
Oh well, I betta go off to sleep soon. Just a weird mix of decadence and religiosity in a place some of the more spiritual ones would consider debauched.
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