The dentist says my teeth are moving awfully fast. Which is good – i will have perfect teeth soon! In fact, i actually admire them in the mirror now, i’m so fucking vain. The bad part – “hrmm. you have weak teeth. Better up your calcium intake.” How come nobody EVER says “hrmm.. Better up your alcohol intake.”
This is so depressing. I just got my braces tightened today. And the pain only started to kick in now.
Now.
When i’m hungry.
I tried eating an egg tart. I can’t even chew a crumb.
And you know how it is… the more you can’t do something. THE MORE YOU WANT IT.
Well. I’m pacifying myself with a stolen glass of Merlot. From Daddy’s birthday bottle *tee*hee*
Ooh. The wine is kicking in, i think. I’m happy again.
Is it intentional or WHAT?! Just when i blog about litterbugs, two of my friends litter in front of me today! i went out with my ex just now, and he happily threw tissue paper on the floor. The second it hit the floor, he knew the shit was going to hit the fan.
Then. I met up with BigBen. He threw his ciggie box paper out of the car. Saw my face. And said he ate it.
I happily bought tea eggs to eat. You know? Those chinese herbal ones that go for 2 bucks for 3. “hello friend. NOBODY eats three eggs in one hour ok.” – Ben
I haven’t seen Ben for so long cos he was in Melbourne getting drunk and spending shitloads of money. Now he’s back. And back to bullying me as well. You know what he made me say?
“C’mon Joyce, say it. Repeat after me: I have a problem with alcohol” *layan* “I have a problem with alcohol.” “Yay. Now say it louder…”
I’m so good at forgetting about pictures i took. Prollie cos i take so many.
Then i went to Dome’s to have dinner with some friends from high school.
My Harboured Grudge Against Y. So
I hate people littering. Especially here in kl, i see TONS of people throwing things everywhere – tissue, ciggie boxes, plastic bags even. Everytime i bear witness to one of these acts, obscene words fly out of my mouth automatically.
Is it so damn difficult to throw something in the dustbin? No. Even if i can’t find one, i always chuck my sweet wrappers in my bag till i get home. My friends are used to my eccentric behaviour by now. Apparently i’m very environmental-friendly when i’m drunk as well. I wouldn’t let them throw vomit-infused tissue paper at the side on the road in kl.
Another subject i get really worked up about is recycling. Honestly. It’s not that hard to put all the paper into a separate bag when you’re cleaning your house. And when i think of all the rubbish collecting into a hill, my heart physically feels heavy.
Okay, okay, back to the title of the story.
At Aaron’s birthday bbq, i wanted to get all the plastic bottles together to recycle. I mean, there were like SEVEN big bottles = alot of space. But no. Y.So said there was no use because there is a specific machine to separate our garbage. So our recycling efforts are actually in vain. And i’m just wasting my time. We argued and argued. And he was SO BLOODY insistent cos he watched it on Discovery Channel bla bla bla.
And it was so unfair! His friends (inclucing my traitor slut) kept throwing me points on why i shouldn’t bother. So fine. I believed his story on that magic machine.
I couldn’t forget about it and asked Daddy (who’s an environmental consultant) what happens to our garbage.
Y.So, Malaysia does NOT have the budget for this kind of activity yet. In fact, we don’t even compress our garbage. Now everytime i see you, i think of those seven bottles. And get all pissy inside.
i got massively drunk on saturday night. massive. to. the. max. i went to teman Ash for Terry’s bday. Drank drank drank. Then i went to Barcode. Drank drank drank. And Rush. Drank? And don’t remember much after that. :p I had to ask mary and aaron what happened the next morning ๐ :p
Recuperated on Sunday. I was saying to my slut ‘la di da omg my stomach feels awful’ and ended up drinking shots of vodka again just now at Suren’s party. heh.
la di da…
I’m trying to catch a mosquitoe. My slut is snoring away in bed now. Yea. He’s pretty loud. I can’t think properly now. so fuck it.
Sometimes we go to Strawberry Fields to eat. Because it’s open 24/7. And the food isn’t that bad. And because Fai stays nearby.
Ring*a*ding*ding*
Ashley has this really nice ring. When i got some cash and decided to get one that i’d wear all the time, she asked me to get the same one. So i gave her mine. And she gave me her old one. *hmm*does something sound wrong here…* Anyway, i think it’s great cos i’ve not seen anyone else i know wear it
and
it doesn’t come off when i’m drunk. *extra points* therefore i never take it off
YES!! IT:S THE WEEKEND YES YES YES YES YES
YAY!!!! AS you can see, i’m happy like anything. Even though i have another deadline on Tuesday… that’s like. Three days away. WOOHOO!!!!!
Mary: I wanna get drunk tonight Me: Me too! yAY! let’s get sloshed tonight! Mary: Really? Me: yA… *bouncing in chair in happiness*
God. Even though i haven’t had any sleep last night. Because its the weekend i’m aLL awake and ready to roll now…. *big unbelievably happy sigh*
