Fluoro orange nails. Because i’m so over bright red.
I didn’t realise how shiny the front of the phone was till i tried taking a picture of it, it’s made of tempered glass and i saw a review online where Shiny TV hit it with a hammer.
But urm no, i’m not going to do that!
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I went to Baby Gap yesterday to buy a present for someone’s kid.
I swear tiny people’s clothing is more expensive than mine.
-_-
Walked into Topshop to contemplate buying a new bikini for Kuching… and came out with something else entirely altogether. -.-
RowdyRudy left me alone for 5 minutes to make a phone call.
When he came back, i was trying on a few pairs of shoes.
“Oh no…” he shook his head. “… they’re new…” i chirped.
The sales guy butt in, “And they’re called Rudy!”
“No shit!? Really?” i exclaimed.
He showed us the side of the box and under the shoe
I managed to contract feverish spells during the course of my food poisoning experience, but i swear reading this article just made my head hotter and angry to the point i almost teared.
I’ve been out of action for two days cos i got hit by food poisoning late Mon night/early Tues morning.
I don’t even remember the last time i *had* food poisoning… i must’ve been in school!
“Does it hurt here?” the doctor asked pressing the right side of my stomach. “No… a bit to the left.”
“Okay, so it’s not your appendix.” “Oh thank God no.”
“Here?” he pressed the middle of my lower stomach. “Yessss… ARghhhhhhhhhh. YES. (okay you can stop pressing now!!!)”
“You got food poisoning,” he stated, jotting down notes for my prescription, “I’m giving you tablets to take before eating, that should stop the pain and diarrhea.”
As he wrote it down, i thought forlornly, Damn. I wish it was cough mixture instead >.<
At first i lost weight from the ordeal, now the medication is not making me lose anything… and i feel bloated instead.
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I walked into Topshop one day, scouting for new bright bikinis to make up for my loss in bright hair.
One of the sales guys gave me a big smile as i walked past. Uh-oh, i smiled back. “Hey! How’ve you been “ he chirped. “Good…” i slowly replied, urging my ailing memory to jump start a lil something. Oh dammit. Who’s this. I don’t remember. But then again, i always don’t remember!
I decided to drop the game of ‘yeah i know you!’ and went, “Erm okay, i’m sorry, i don’t remember where we’ve met.” “… I’ve seen you before, do you come here a lot?”
“Er… not to this outlet, no.” “… Erm.”
“Did i meet you outside of here elsewhere?” “No…”
“Oh, Okay! I thought you were saying hi cos you’re my friend’s friend that i met and i didn’t remember,” i blabbered away.
Turns out Topshop just has really friendly salespeople -_-
Joyce’s Memory – 0, World – 4398923809
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I was commenting to DarlingDhanya why Indian dudes (my friends included) like to call each other ‘Joe’ or ‘Mike’
You know, like ‘Hey, Joe, wassup la!” or ‘Mike, can you pass me that drink ar?’
“I don’t get it -_-“ “Hey, i’m* Indian and *i* don’t get it!”she exclaimed, “You know, maybe they got the ‘mate’ in Australia sounding wrong, like one Indian dude thought it’s ‘Hey Mike!’ when it’s ‘Hey mate!’ and everyone went from there!” “Hahaha! That. Actually. Makes. Sense…”
When you think you’re going to have a rocking night out and anticipation swings high, it ends up being one of the dreariest nights i can remember all year.
It’s not the party. I think it’s just me.
I think it was first obvious from the lack of enthusiasm i had when a rave came round a couple of years back. The thought of dancing for hours, huge crowd and thumping beats didn’t do it for me anymore. I became very half-half about it.
Half of me wanted to go cos i wanted to be there, where everyone was, what if i missed out? What if they had heaps of fun and i regretted not going?
The other half was going, “Meh… been there, done that, interviewed the DJ, no energy already…”
My music taste shifted accordingly during that phase. From listening to progressive, hard and vocal house 90% of my free time, it dropped to 70%.
Then 30%.
Now prollie 5%.
(For POB, it’s still 99.9%. There was a rare 0.1% occasion he listened to oldies ‘for a break’ Sorry if i memalukan you here.)
And same with places i went to party. I slowly took more to going to bars rather than clubs, so i wouldn’t have to shout when attempting conversation. Attempts were perfectly fine when intoxicated, resulting in ‘hmm what did we talk about’ moments and a sore throat.
No doubt, i can still do the club thing if i’m in the mood, but i’m getting so fussy these days i think my girls don’t want to ask me out anymore >.<
Dhanya: Let’s go to ——–! Me: No… it’ll be crowded and someone’s gonna burn me with a cigarette i swear. It’s okay, you guys go ahead.
The next week.
Dhanya: Here’s the plan, we go —-, then we go —–! Me: First one okay, second one no go. It’s hot and the crowd there… mmf…
Lucky for me she’s damn patient and layans me.
I’m not saying the other clubs are beyond acceptable, it’s just that my priorities for a clubbing experience have changed as i grew older.
Five years back it used to be:
1. Must be happening, have lots of ppl to meet and party with
2. Mustn’t be too expensive
3. Must be dance or R&B
4. Must…
You know what, i stopped for damn 9 long at No. 4 cos i can’t think of any more.
Back then, as long as i was with a bunch of friends with heaps of alcohol and music, that was all we needed.
Now every time i choose somewhere to go, i weigh out:
1. Venue – nice deco? Air con? Non-smoking or smoking?
2. Convenient parking/jockey
3. Not too crowded with people from all corners of the state
4. Yummy drinks
5. Good bar service – drinks don’t take too long to come
6. (Depending on mood) – Music
What contributed to the blah night i had on Friday was the lack of everything i stated above (oh except No. 6. Music was fab. I loved it).
PikachuApril and i took ages finding a parking space cos all the lots were full, but we were still chirpy as we walked up the sidewalk towards the entrance. “We’re going to arrive at the entrance, and people are going to see i’m rocking it up with ex-editor of Juice, yeah!” i teased her. “Whatttt”
Free flow was over at the VIP upstairs (damn, so fast..! It wasn’t even 11 yet!) so i just mingled and tried catching up with people.
I stopped when my throat started hurting from repeating myself.
Me: How many have you had? RR: Over there!
Me: What? RR: … Yeah!
Me: -_- You have no idea what i said, did you! RR: Huh?
Me: NEVER MIND. RR: … *takes time to guess and lipread*… Oh!
Me: *flaps arms at him* It’s okay, never mind!!!
Can die.
Communication breakdown can die.
Thank God for the music (yay Gabe!)… i’m the kind of person who can dance without the need for alcohol and it perked me up. It was super hot though, and we moved around the table trying to find a cooling spot.
“Hey, are you going for this?” asked Brian at Urbanscapes the other day, pointing at a Zouk flyer Blink had passed me.
On one side was a blast of fluorescent graphics – shouting a party in Mainroom on 12th July featuring Sh1tdisco VS Lapsap.
On the other side was the logo for upcoming MTV Asia Awards (that’s happening on 2nd August in Genting, just in case you’re really left behind).
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Sorry if i memalukan you here.)
and a sore throat.
