Because i haven’t been going out much at all, i haven’t been spending the money i’m making Makes sense? So, all the more sense to buy a new bag!
I saw one in Liz Claiborne i like I like too many bags from there… dahlah i have four already All huge and auntie-like to chuck in my junk So i snapped up the dusky gold hobo before it gets sold out Their nice bags *always* get sold out before half the season is over
I got out of the apartment at 10:30 pm Cannot write anymore already, was going to combust Went to some Hourglass event at Crowne Plaza We were oh-so-late but there was still oh-so-many-drinks
I danced and danced in Sugar, mainly because BubblesAmanda was dancing so much and i had to keep up Amanda’s like what, 28? 30? (i forgot) but *i* felt *so old* next to her My energy levels are really down man… *cries*
Then we went to Tag where i headed straight for the sofa “I’m going to fall asleep if i sit there… argh fuckit i’m damn tired,” i thought to myself So i took a nice nap in TAG -_-
Woke up this morning with a sore neck and two hickeys courtesy of some gila hyped up Powerpuff Girl Oh and my ass hurts as well cos she was spanking me 0_o
Smellie is sleeping… so nice I’m outside here typing. Having lunch break. On a Saturday.
I MUST NOT WORK NEXT WEEKEND.
You Know Its Bad When
… you want to bring your work along your holiday.
Since we had a preholiday gathering session that (naturally) involved alcohol, a thought struck and i slowly asked LaughingLoga “Is there… internet in Tioman?” “I should think so. Why?” “Cos… i’m thinking… *all said slowly cos i know he’d mengamuk*… of bringing a biiiit of work there to do…”
He just stoned there and glared at me.
“You’re. Not. Bringing. Your. Work on holiday.”
I explained why i think i should bring one little bit to do there since its deadline was only Friday And then i wouldn’t have to rush my other work
“You’re not bringing any work to Tioman,” he repeated Me: >_<
Diamond Water!
So the dudes who came into the apartment yesterday installed a new water filter for drinking and a new shower I repeat, a new shower. If you don’t know why i’m so excited about a new shower you obviously don’t know me very well
As for the water filter,
“It smells a bit like coconut,” the dude told me “Oh okay.”
Omg i love it It smells like Malibu! It looks like Malibu! But it’s water, and drinking gallons of it is obviously good for me So i’ve been drinking more water then ever! Plus it doesn’t get me tipsy which i don’t have the liberty of doing due to work!
“Sucks wei… like rotten water,” AshleyTheMonkey turned her nose up at it “What?! It’s damn nice!” “Where got…” “Smells like Malibu!” “Psycho.”
Other then that, i’ve been at home all day Damn pei I think i’m slowing down I can’t seem to concentrate on the damn work and taking longer to thrash it all out
Waiting for Smellie to come back with dinner for me now *doop dee doo*…
I’m spending my whole weekend in, i can’t believe it *feels like throwing self out of window* Oh wait, we’re on the first floor That won’t do much -_-
Prollie just break an arm and type work with one hand in the hospital Oh woe! See how twisted my humour is getting!
I thought it was just a passing thing cos when i was drinking last night Everytime i swallow, the left side of my throat would hurt slightly But you know how it is, alcohol makes you push things away and figure you’re invincible
Then today, everytime i swallow, yet again the left side hurts… and this time the pain spreads lightly to my left ear
0_o
This. Is. Not. Good.
I think i’ll be skipping the event today… i don’t have time ๐ And the movie as well ๐
There are a couple of guys in today to install some stuff in the kitchen and bathroom To avoid absolute shame, i tidied the apartment up a bit Just a bit Really quickly And not very willingly too, i might add
I kept on grumbling inwardly,
“I’m not your personal cleaner and maid!!!”
Friday Uh Huh
I realise my blog this entire week is so much bitching and complaining and drama All because of work I’m just counting down to my break next week
“You have to learn how to say ‘no’, Joyce,” said an editor to me last month in regard to turning work down “I know, i know, i ammmm!”
I *have* been turning work down But then i don’t know why, i zone out sometimes when people call me up to work The money draws me and i end up saying yes -_-
I SWORE i wouldn’t work the few days before my holiday next week I say ‘swore’ *past tense* cos… suddenly i have two batches of photos and two articles before my holiday
That’s not even talking about what i have to do today… or tomorrow…
I woke up this morning sighing and restless in bed “I feel like dying,” i dramatically told the boyfriend “It’ll be okay poon.” “I still feel like dying.”
Last night i went to have a few drinks at Laundry A couple of beers, a couple of wines There was this band called Madison Flint performing Have no freaking clue who they are All these girl groupies were trying to talk to them I think cos they’re kwailo
Just because they’re kwailo doesn’t mean they’re better you know
…
Aiyo you see The way i’m writing now All short sentences, getting bitchier and bitchier
We have cereal We have curry maggi We have spices We have a blender We have weight gain We have salt, sugar and pepper We have more then one type of pepper -_- We have BBQ sauce We have french cheese We have tequila and vodka We have pasta and five different sauces We have organic honey
But… we don’t have fucking Panadol in the fridge Oh! Curses to period pain.
We don’t even have anymore of Medication #2 that might make me feel better – wine
3:30 am
Mmmf Went to lie down for a tad, curled up in a ball Why do people curl up in a ball? Cos it helps dammit I tried lying straight and yelped in pain
Smellie tried to console me and kept on asking me to go take a crap It’s not la Period pain is period pain la, fuck *growls* See or not the angst
Today i lent an ear to a friend, and dished out some advice which i think… doesn’t constitute as good advice
“I can’t sleep… and i don’t want to drink to sleep.” “How much do you drink when you want to sleep?” *gestures with fingers amount of alcohol* “Walau. That’s quite bad wei… to drink to be able to sleep.” “Do you know where i can get sleeping pills?” “You have to get them prescribed. And in your state… you better not look depressed when you ask for it or else the dr will think you wanna commit suicide.” “Hmm… haha…” “I know! Take cough medicine. Confirm pass out…. … oh god i’m such a bad influence.”
Oh hey…! My cramps seem to be ceasing when i blog… I should continue haha
