meaningful ramblings

I started this post yesterday on my Blackberry and the stupid thing has seen it fit to die. perhaps this time eternally. It appears that the charging port and the battery and the chargers are faulty. So i'm really upset right now. Not just cos I cant access my post and I dont remember all of what I'd written, but cos I hate all other blackberrys that are not Bold 1. *insert BBm wailing emoticon* Anyways, i'll make up the post as I go along. While I was sleeping, I dreamt. It wasnt your normal pre-recorded( i have used this word alot in the past two days) dreams, it was more pay-as-you-go like. I was at my friend's yesterday afternoon and fell asleep on the living room couch while he was on the phone. Then I started dreaming exactly what he was saying on the phone. Cool right? So I'm at his workplace (sorry cant disclose where cos its a true story) and there's this two married people(not a couple. as in married to other people) who are having an affair. I see...

No I haven't been drinking. Well I have. Just not tequila. Hey people. I decided to start naming my friday nights or else this post would have been titled 'On another friday night, that might have turned out to be just another friday night, only it wasnt' ..... and that would have been a bit much. And yes, this post is about a friday night. Two friday nights ago actually. The night of Lami's album lunch amongst other things.(which i shall surely talk about in a bit). I'd planned for this friday. My dress, my hair, my shoes, my make up and all the other things people could see. What they couldnt see, I had planned for with even more ferocity than the things they could see. I had decided to play a part. I pride myself on being a good actress. Forget tears and all that. I can break out in sweat. A lot more interesting i tell you. For this friday night, I decided to play Quicksilver. In my head that'll be like Beyonce's Sasha Fierce. Without the Sasha Fierce...