R&B still in my head.
I have new-found respect for my working friends.
How the HELL do you guys work
*and*
see your friends
*and*
spend time with your bf/gf
*and*
party
*and*
sleep!?
I’m doing all the above and my sleep factor is down to 2 hours a day.
There is just not enough time.
Prollie cos i’m still new at this, i decided to go to Zouk last night.
My Slut didn’t agree with energetic me while on the phone.
“What you doing now?”
“Erm… just finished work… changing”
“Changing?”
“Yea… going to Zouk yay!”
“You didn’t sleep last night! Aren’t you tired…?”
“I am… but i need to drink and dance! I’ve been sitting down whole day! NEed to jump around!”
“Crazy….”
I had one of the foulest cab drivers yesterday morning.
I asked for a cab for 9:20. He arrived at 9:10.
Not my bloody fault said i, and made him start the meter again.
I was already in the moving vehicle when he started arguing and nagging me about how the operator didn’t tell him nag nag nag bla bla bla
Again.
I said it wasn’t my fault.
He shouted at me saying it wasn’t his fault too (the conversation was pretty pointless)
Luckily for him, i was in a darn good mood yestermorn.
So while he looked into the rearview mirror and scolded and scolded like how old chinese uncles do so well, i looked into the same mirror happily applying my last-minute make-up with a nonchalant unperturbed expression
dum dee dum dee doo… he’s so loud crazy fellow prollie gets no sex, la di da… oops almost smeared my mascara… ho hum…
Which probably pissed him off more.
Him: 
%!@*#%*!!
Me: 
i 
fairies
Congratulations to me! I have not gotten drunk for a good three weeks now! *clapclapclapclap*
*nods head to self vigorously*
I thought i might last night cos all the might-get-drunk factors were there
– i had had 2 hours of sleep the night before. And 3 hours sleep the night before that.
– damn tired
– didn’t eat dinner before clubbing
– had alcohol stuffed down me till i almost puked [but i didn’t. i was strong last night]
And because a happy day would require a happy picture
=)