Hot Sunday Bitching

I have excellent photos courtesy of Don’s camera at the Ferry Corsten rave. BUT. I can’t put it up cos the file is locked. No, it is not a user problem Aaron.

It’s fucking hot.

I swear it’s hotter on Sundays than the weekdays. My father gave me a call just now:-
“Instead of gallavanting from kl to hartamas to bangsar to pj, why don’t you come home and do something about your room?”
Eep.
He rarely calls me muahaha… well i *am* at home now wut 🙂

I went to class on Saturday morning after Ferry Corsten the night before. Oh my god. My body was aching like a creaky old witch cos i danced so much. I was so sleepy. And tired.

I fell down the stairs in college. Luckily nobody saw me. I have four magnificent bruises on my legs now which i have been showing off to anyone who will look. I couldn’t even pick myself up after the fall cos it was so darn painful. I just kinda stoned there muttering to myself “fucking hell… this is so noT fun…” Unbeknownst to me, there was a cleaning lady just one flight of stairs down. She stared at me while i malu-ly picked my college things up.

Oh i cut my foot in Atmos yesternight. I didn’t even notice it cos it was damn chat small and didn’t hurt. I only noticed it when i felt a small sharp pain and looked down. My foot was sticking to my sandal. I was thinking “eh why is it sticky la.. eww… dont’ tell me i stepped into someone’s puke omfg gross” and promptly trotted off to the bathroom to get it cleaned off.

It was all blood! So much blood from such a miniscule cut.
I was *just* watching Queer As Folk. Than i stopped. Cos my mother is behind me and two gays are fucking each other. I reckon it’s like SATC for the queer.

It’s damn hot la. Cannot tahan. I’m off to make a Malibu cocktail and sip it in my air con room.

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