One drunk night

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Heyyyyyyy ^^

I’m back after a serious long break from wordpress due to my…laziness :”> And my dear laptop crashed like 2 times in 2 weeks, brought me some serious trouble TT^TT Don’t worry, it’s alright now, despite some stupid problems from the operating system like time-to-time strikes.

Anyway, up there is Toy – Moon Hee Jun. Yes, he’s the legendary leader of H.O.T, the legendary boyband that broke up in 2001. Not that I’m a big fan of H.O.T or Hee Jun-ssi in particular, but I just love this song.

No need to summarize the plot of the MV or the meaning of the lyric. I just want to tell the story of why I love this song.

This is the story of a dead drunk night-day.

I don’t believe that I was drunk. Not completely, at least. And, of course, not a single person believed it *laugh*. Well, not after 6 or 7 glasses of mixed-Vodka, 2 red wine and one something that starts with a B. But I assure you, I was sober. That’s just sad, you know. I was kinda looking forward to a dead-drunk night, and there I was, looking at everybody drunk and laughed my mind off, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

There is one thing good about nobody-believed-me thing: I can say just whatever I want. Hell yeah, why not? They say drunk people say nonsense things, so they don’t listen anyway, I could just speak all I want without even worrying that people are gonna keep it in mind.

Guess what I said.

I told my ex-bf that I loved him and that he should just come back to me and kick that ****** girlfriend of his back to where she belongs.

*rolling in laughters*

No, he did NOT say ‘Yes’. Not that I mind anyway, I told him for a serious big amount of times and got turned down that many of times. I guess I’m just shameless.

Yes, I know that I am beyond cute, talented and so precious for anyone to tie me down. And yes, I know that he is the one at loss without me. That’s why I just can’t leave him alone.

[I’m not that sane myself]

I’m just too tired for question-answer game. I’m too used to everything that there’s no need to even wonder anymore. Things are what they are, why asking?

Sometimes I wonder why I have just too much time *laugh* Just because I have met him again. A jerk I can never get over.

What do I know? Everything. And Nothing.

Just one more time that he complains about that girl, there will be a plan to break them up.

Is being happy that difficult?

Once the heart has dried out with no more blood to bleed, the tears would have been emptied out and I will be able to take the first step.

Away from where my heart, mind and soul stayed.