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I try not to walk home anymore cos of the haze
So i get all Princess-like (learnt from Mary) and get people to fetch me 200m home

I’m such a lovely sister to have

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Exactly a year ago, JoyceTheFairy wanted to kill Illustrator

“Joyce, are you… Are you crying?”

RyanSoosayRaj enquired gently.
We were on the phone planning what time to meet up for drinks.

“No i’m not. Fucking haze screwing up my sinus la tiu.” I sniffed

Even last week when the haze was still bearable enough to be ingored by all -

“Joyce, you crying ar?” someone asked me in concern last week in Mambo
“No la! Haze blahing my sinus!” I shouted over the music, putting the glass to my lips
“Oh, thought what. Sick somemore want to come out.”
“I’m noT SICK. It’s the haze!” I protested

You know, on Tuesday night,
I could still pretend
That I was in London
That it was misty instead of hazy
While blasting the air con in the car
Fake-mistiness + cold = Joyce being delusional (as if i’m not 24/7 anyway)

Tonight i just couldn’t

My eyes have been stinging all day even while in the office
I keep on blinking like an owl and look UTTERLY miserable
Blinking and sniffing like a blind mouse

Forget the KinkyBlueFairy
It’s BlinkyTissueFairy now

AdamPeterPan and BhaveshCanDrive are in the living room
Talking about cars *snore*
And watching wrestling *snoreeee*

I’m waiting for RyanSoosayRaj to arrive and cure me with alcohol
Actually, no la
I wanna catch up with him before he flies back to London on Saturday
But he’s bringing alco so…

Bring It On La!