“You’re like an anti-alarm. Getting out of bed is so difficult with you in it!”
I think being an anti-alarm is a double-edged sword.
Evil but nice at the same time.
I like being an anti-alarm.
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One of the first people i went to catch up with was RowdyRudy. We headed for Chilli’s in KLCC and laughed over Guinness pints and tequila shots. At 4pm. We’re allowed. We’re adults and we can do whatever we want haha.
At one point, we were excitedly blabbering over a secret when he went, “Alright!” and high-fived me.
And we both burst out laughing.
“I can’t believe we just had a high five moment! 
” he grinned.
Our friendship has taken on to the next level, for sure.
Come to think of it, the boys in Saigon showed me their secret sign for which girls to avoid while we were clubbing.
You know you’ve become one of the guys when they start high-fiving and sharing Avoid-That-Chick signs.
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3 Girls, a Bottle of Wine
and a Cup of Coke.
I stole that line from Ash’s FB. Woman damn semangat FB-ed the pics right away.
Went out to Mansion last night to catch up with just the two of them.
Amazingly, we layaned diri in an almost-empty club.
Non-smoky, big empty silver lounges and pillows, a bottle of shiraz between QueenKanch and i, Coke for Ash, fantastic music that moved from some serious retro (they played One Way Ticket! Phwoar.) to progressive dance – we were set.
“Eh your top is nice.”
“Yellow!”
“Yellow is in wut now.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. I just avoid it cos i feel like Ronald McDonald if i wear it -_-“
Hey you can see my tiny cassette necklace from Kraftgrafik.
All the space you need
Me playing my imaginary piano.
MaryBerry was missing cos she had work the next day.
Hmm that’s right. Us three are… officially unemployed. For now.
AshleyTheMonkey has quit Carat Club and is starting her own jewelry line.
I will be tied down in March (that’s soon..! No more holidays >.<).
And QueenKanch upon graduating, will probably get some job that earns more then the rest of us put together to fund her expensive bags, anti-wrinkle cream and god knows what else.
Blogger: Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about bloggers is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a referral on a more popular blogger’s website to set the lesser blogger’s ego into orbit.
Then God forbid a blogger gets mentioned on CNN. If you thought it was impossible for a certain blogger to get more pious than he was, wait until you see the shit storm of self-righteous save-the-world bullshit after a network plug. Suddenly the boring, mild-mannered blogger you once knew will turn into Mother Theresa, and will single handedly take it upon himself to end world hunger with his stupid links to band websites and other smug blogger dipshits.
Hey – what happened to you and DM? No more mentions? Was he the person who called you “Anti-Alarm”?