after last night, i now officially hate butter factory. it serves bad music and lousy cocktails; there's no room in the place to even reach for a scratch, let alone dance; the crowd is uninteresting, and has an annoying tendency to step on your feet (or maybe that had something to do with me wearing a man utd jersey?); they make you circumnavigate the building just for a smoke; gosh, the whining is ceaseless.
in a nutshell, butter fucktory plain sucks. which explains why we relocated to good old cosy vogue. ah.. vogue. i like vogue. =)
a personal scrapbook of fragments depicting the beginning of the rest of my life..
i am the centre of my universe
i am the centre of my universe. i strive to make myself happy in every given circumstance. i know that i have infinite potential in everything i set my mind to do. i want to be the best that i can be, and i will enjoy myself tremendously in the process of fulfilling my ambitions. i have the drive and determination to stick to my main objectives. i see a brilliant future ahead of me, and i hear the echoes of promise in the distance. i seek to uphold my values of honesty and integrity, and create a legacy out of these principles. i feel good about myself. i know how special i am. there's no one else like me, and there's no one else i want to be.
