Even though you didn’t celebrate it all out this year, i can still remember the blast you held in 2003… Or what i could remember of it anyway -_- heh. I remember my horror in leaving some Malibu there after you paid corkage somemore *heavyheart*
Corny as it sounds, i listened to Usher while editing your photos. I can’t help it if you constantly sing it, hence associating you with the song forever and neverland.
Oh well. Since Alex is your partner in crime, i just chucked his face in here as well. Since its your birthday i was decent to photoshop you.
So you appear beautiful in my blog. Of course not as beautiful as me.
I had a fucking happy Monday.
So strange, you say? Well, first thing in the morning Jeremy told me happy news about what his friend had to say about fairies. Apparently i was wrong about fairies.
So wrong.
I always told everyone there are only fairies in Europe. Well, no. She said there *are* fairies here and they like the smell of aromatherapy. And he told me other happy things.
So happifying i grinned to myself the whole morning…
And afternoon…
And night.
I saw three of my favouritest (i think favouritest sounds nice. and since i wrote it down here, therefore it exists) people today. And all three of them gave me this
super dying suffering joyce-you’re-insane layan exasperated
look while i babbled on and on about fairies.
I think one day all of you will be so sick of reading bout fairies you won’t visit this site anymore -_- Other things that made me happy today: * i went shopping and bought an oh-so-slutty skirt * i love work * i was sugarhigh * happy songs like Jackson Five’s ABC * talking cock with My Slut * bitching with Ash * bitching to PassedOutBen * more happy songs like G.Stefani’s What You Waiting For * playing with Dresslab
My friend (let’s call her Ears) was telling me how her boyfriend is getting a present from a close friend. There are so many factors to the issue that make it so wrong. 1. This girl used to like him/or still does? hRmmm 2. She doesn’t acknowledge Ears once both of them got together (jealousy obviously) 3. The present is boxers.
BOXERS?! Boxers are fucking personal okay. Only girlfriends *or* close girl friends (with many Terms&Conditions attached) are allowed to present them.
I think guys are just daft sometimes. They can’t see common sense beyond their toes when it comes to certain things. HOW THE FUCK can you say its okay to your gf when you know, and she knows, and everyone knows, that the girl still fancies you? Presumably anyway.
WRONG WRONG WRONG.
IT’s JUST WRONG.
Putting myself in Ear’s shoes… fucking hell, can you imagine if My Slut came to bed wearing those hated boxers? I’d see them and think of the annoying girl. Then i’d get all hot and bothered resulting to drying up in a second.
Okay, so from where we left off last, PassedOutBen woke up after awhile. And he continued drinking.
Power la.
Ben wanted to bully me into drinking by playing ‘chai mui’ with me. For those of you who know him, he’s damn good in it. I thought, ‘Okay, why not,’ since he had been drinking so much more than me. And you know what? I WON. (fairies were helping me haha)
Our conversation – Fairy: C’mon Ben. Say it. Say fairies exist and i’ll share the flaming with you… AboutToPassOutBen: No. Fairies die *mumbles* Fairy: C’mon… you gonna get so drunk if you drink it yourself…. somemore you gt meet Callie they all in Zouk… SAY IT! SAY FAIRIES EXIST!!! Ben: No. DIE FAIRIES DIE!!!!
So fine. I slitted my eyes and handed him over to the devil. Ben drank the flaming. It was more like a hugemotherfuckerass flaming.
I took photos of straws while seeing whether he’d be okay.
And then he passed out.
HA
You should have just said fairies exist.
Yea Ben… WHY WORRY?!?!
*laughssuperfuckingevilly*
I’m going out now. With Ben actually. We’re going to tani at Zouk.
The AD was showing me where something was saved on his folder. I then noticed his icon was… *gasp*
A Little Pony!
“Omg. You have a pony for your icon! How come?” “Huh?…oh. Cos they always call me a horse. So they put a horse there.” “It’s not a horse. It’s a pony.” *abit too firmly* “Horse.” *points at icon* “nO. PO-NY.” -_-
In the afternoon, Jer and i were splitting up work. He said, “Hey, why don’t you write the number 5 one and i do the Peter Pan one.” “Peter Pan?! NO!! I WANT TO DO THAT ONE!!” … “o k a y.” He actually raised his hands in defeat remembering my fairy obsession.
Besides that, i can’t believe its weekend already. Time flies. Before we know it, it’ll be Christmas.
Then 2005.
Didn’t we use to have to write essays in school on 2005? And here we are. Too fast, i say. I can’t even feel time anymore.
