I like Leslie Gore’s ‘My Boyfriend’s Back’ It’s old. But i don’t care. It’s funny. And happy.
I had a happy night doing work. It was exhausting but happifying, i have to admit. Only two more presentations to go. I’m worried about one of them…
Because i calculated i would take about 34 hours to get my work done by Monday 2 pm.
*gawk*
…
ok don’t want to think abou it now. I’m just gonna finish my wine. Nap till 6pm. Then we’ll see.
I was going through the photo folder of my family trip in S’pore. And realised something utterly embarrasing. I had taken a kinky photo of myself in my underwear using my digicam in the hotel bathroom in S’pore. I gather my father did not check my folder before burning a copy for my relatives…. And now. My relatives across kl and england have a pic of me… like that.
The shame. *wails* *imagines relatives going thru wedding function photos to see…* ARghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Louis keeps on asking me to link him. I feel bad cos he links me but i have no nothings at my sidebar.
I can’t STOP listening to Ashlee Simpson’s Pieces Of Me over and over and over and over again.
Pickled lettuce. I like.
I just woke up. From a very short nap because i WAS SO TIRED. I have to finish designing a corporate brochure by 8 am. *die*
I honestly was whacking myself to wake up just now… was still in bed passing out when Ashley called. Fai was wailing/singing in the background. He was really, i swear, wailing. The moment i put the phone down, i made a face to myself like, “hurh? what was that omg awful awful awful…” and was totally awake. So even though i do sound like i’m complaining mightily now… Thank you Fai.
On msn today….
Dave: Wheee!! I made Joyce’s blog! Lifelong dreams = 1. Get Colin Farrell in bed. 2. Get pic of self unto Joyce’s blog. 3. Get Brad Pitt in bed. 4. Get Colin *and* Brad in bed. wheeeeeee
My stomach feels funny in an awful way from all the alcohol last night. Nonono i’m not complaining. Mary just told me hers is gurgly-like too. Had a fucking good time last night.
As usual, Nain was making us drink flamings. Ryan was trying to pull chicks with his fly dance moves. Lisa couldn’t stop squealing ‘Jay Chou!’ (re: Ryan). Mary was trying to kiss me. My twin cousins were shaking their booties. MediumBen was hiding from Mary and i.
After an hour…
Nain was stilltrying to make everyone drink. Ryan was touching his cap nonstop while dancing. Oh-so-cool, thinks he. Lisa was hiding in a corner. Mary and i were slutting with each other. We found Ben and he ran away.
This morning, Aaron was looking at me smiling to myself. “Oi. What’s wrong with you… smiling to yourself… gila ar?” “Heh… nothing. Just remembering last night…” *i continue grinning*
I thought i’d be over with work by this weekend.
No.
I have a huge presentation on Monday. Meeting with one of my lecturers on Tuesday to discuss bout the exhibition. A website presentation on Wednesday. Then discuss emcee agenda with Robin.
So much for holidays starting *wails*
I’m just being melodramatic actually. I like having stuff to do. I’d be so bored if i didn’t.
Below was in Delicious some weeks back. I think they have a good concept. Have a clothes store selling clothes for fat people. AND. Have a dessert cafe at the back with the most tempting munchies so that EVERYONE can eat lots of fattening stuff, get really fat and buy their big clothes made for fat people…
Oh Ashley was there as well. That’s where i got the picture (bottom of page) of her lying down on the blue pillow.
I am tired. But i’m going to Zouk anyway i don’t care YAY
Party party party party party party…. *babbles to self*
It’s funny how small things can fucking irritate you sometimes. Like how someone pushes you when they’re arguing jokingly with you. I hate it when i’m arguing with someone and they freaking touch me. Makes me feel like shoving them into a huge longkang and snigger superiorly. Or when someone pulls my ponytail. I don’t mind close friends doing it, but when someone does it out of spite cos you blared them (ie not lending someone something cos i honestly can’t). It’s so childish. I feel like whacking them and go FUCK OFF. But usually they’re smart to have bounded off by then.
If you can see. I’m writing this while feeling pissed about it today. Bwek* Oh yes. I decided not to always write what i do from now on, ie where i eat, who i met up with la di da.
It’s too annoying when people say to me things like “Oh i thought you said you not going out, how come i read you were at blablalba” “Hey! you’re going to blablabla, can i come too!?” “You said you’re busy but i see you always go out wan…”
Gosh. Go aWAY man… I think i’m bitching alot today. Must be pms. Hyper pms anyhoo.
Mary just told me hers is gurgly-like too.
