Yesterday i had a lotta individual yam cha sessions.
Heard friends tell sad stories. Regarding work, business, love and other things that holds one’s life together.
Hearing people’s problems *do* affect me somewhat. I get all depressed and stoned knowing they’re in a shithole and i can’t help them, besides listening.
I have exactly 13 minutes to get ready for lunch with Adam.
He was the first boy i made out with, haha…
I hung out my laundry yesterday thinking to myself, “yay, it will all be dry by the time i come home from college” It has been SO FREaKING hot the past week. And on the VERY DAY i decide to leave my clothes hanging outside, it HAS TO RAIN.
Not once.
Not twice.
BUT THREE BLOODY TIMES!!! IN A DAY! what the hell… *curses her luck*
omg. can you just SEE how ppl PLAGIARISE my writing?! i don’t know whether to be pleased or what! Someone wrote this as their friendster profile. I was reading it thinking to myself ‘hrm.. sounds like how i write… weird’
than.
THAN!
at the last paragrah, he wrote this!!! IT:S JUST LIKE MINE MINE I SAY MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Below is for comparison’s sake (i only put in the last two paragraphs of each profile):
Joyce’s
I don’t fancy drugs. i don’t fancy smoking. I have an uncountable number of friends who do both but it’s okay cos I prollie drink more than they do. i give away money when i’m drunk. i can’t speak chinese. i like eating alot. i love eating… don’t get me started. i try not to be shallow. i like the smell of peach, paint and petrol. i have a terribly vivid imagination. i would like to think myself artistic. I’m always looking at the sky to check how beautiful it is for the day. i would like to blow chocolate bubbles. i listen to cartoon songs. i want to sky dive. i think my dad is the bomb. i adore fashion. nobody seems to want to teman me watch old/foreign movies. i like silk pajamas. dancing is a must.
If I had to describe myself in three words it would be wild, expressive and ambitious. If my friends were to describe me in three words it would be forehead, alcoholic and psycho. I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to have to worry bout money all the time. I want to write a book. I want to be a fashion designer. I want to be 7-years-old again
Plagiariser’s
I smoke Dunhill. Full flavored. I usually go through a pack a day, sometimes more. I have cut my daily intake to about ten sticks. I need my morning cigarette, or I’ll bite. I don’t do drugs, except the occasional joint. I seem to be drinking a lot lately. Chivas, JW Black Label, Long Island Tea, Carlsberg and Tiger. I still have control even when I’m drunk. I think people who say that they didn’t know what they were doing because they were drunk are bullshit. I love reading. I love music. I love vanilla. White chocolate is the bomb. I love food. Chinese, Indian, Western, Italian. I don’t eat breakfast and lunch. I have dinner and supper instead.
If I had to describe myself in three words it would be loyal, trustworthy and real. If my friends were to describe me in three words it would be quiet, special and lost. I don’t want to work a 9 to 5 job. I want to earn enough to carry a money clip. I would love to see how everyone turns out 10 years from now. I wish I could spend more time with ALL my friends. I wish I could be care-free.
…… *speechless*
I feel disturbed that someone is taking *my* way of expression to portray themselves cool and unique. Like me.
I’m having a happy marvelous Monday. I know most people hate hate hate mondays but *i* don’t cos i don’t have class! NYAHAHA!!!
I woke up at noon and went for lunch at ekachai again. What makes the place so wonderful is the food and the fact you can smoke in an air-con-ed restaurant. Major plus for my friends who smoke. I don’t smoke. I just drink. Heh.
Than i happily bought mango juice while i was at 1U and here i am drinking Malibu with mango juice *orgasm* while listening to The Darkness.
Happy happy joy joy! *chants to myself and bobs head happily* Ah…. pity you folks in the office now… muahaha A sudden thought: i wonder whether i can get away with drinking malibu in the office this year…
Before i go on, here is an official birthday wish to my favourite couple:
Happy Birthday
Nat & David!
This is Natalie and i, taken last year
This is David. I *used* him for my photography project last year. Sorry girls, he’s taken by Nat.
Anyhoo, their’s was the birthday thing i got totally tipsy at on Sat night.
I played Scrabble with AshleyKanchFai last night. Okay. So Fai won. He’s so fucking emo and competitive… i can’t stand it. we MUST have a rematch to kick his ass nicely. *oops malibu finished*off to make more*
Daymn, i’m almost finished with my stock of Malibu. If anyone is coming back from somewhere pls pls buy me Malibu at the airport okAY!!! Way Sern said he’d buy me a bottle. But seeing how forgetful he is… i’m highly doubtful he will.
Oh yes. Bitching time. I’ve been eyeing this top with a blue fairy on it for some time. And when i finally decide to buy it. My size is sold out. There are ‘M’s and ‘L’s. But NO ‘S’s. Not even ONE. Isn’t it always like that! When you finally want to buy it, it’s just not THERE anymore! I even checked two of the outlets. I hope megamall has it *prays* And the thing is, i wasn’t DYING to have it till i couldn’t get my hands on it. And now i REALLY want it awfully! I think the same goes for men. If the man is easily accesible, his ratings drop. But if it’s bloody difficult to meet up with the fellow (cos he’s so popular and has lots of appointments you see) than his ratings soar.
I shall try to stop typing up posts when i’m tipsy.
I’ve been super up and about the last few days, juggling between my college work/presentations, my weekend job and clubbing. The thing is, i am ABSOLUTELY tired out after college and work. Yet, the moment it’s midnight, my brain goes into ‘party’ mood, all reason and lethargy flies out of my system, and i get miraculously awake and hyper to dress up and out i go!
Mooky, Ash and i were having lunch in a nice restaurant on Friday. Marvelous me was having a marvelous duck rice dish. I let Mooky try some and he agreed it was yummy. Than he said:-
“Actually ar.. i don’t like to eat duck” *Ash and i give questioning looks* “Oh, why?” “Cos ducks are sooo cute… i would eat chicken la. Look at the chicken. Damn ugly.” *Mooky has big eyes and gestures wildly* “Whattttt….!!” “yAaaa! Ok, it’s like i’m eating Donald Duck… and Donald Duck’s so cute” *Mooky nods confidently*as if that is the strongest fact ever* “So… got chicken cartoons also wut!” “Yea, but Donald’s a Disney cartoon and Disney cartoons are damn nice! Look at that cartoon ‘Cow and Chicken’, damn ugly wei….” “oh my god la” “Hey, Disney has a cartoon of a cow… whassit called again… Clarabelle Cow i think…” “Ya. And look how far *that* went.” *Mooky shakes his head like an indian making a point* *Joyce looks at Mooky defiantly and chews on her duck loudly*
me is tipysy. ubt all is good cos aaron is here now and i have to bather before going to his house to sleep for the night. i have work tomorrow. i was in atmos at Nat’s and David’s birthday thinga majig. awesome. there were so many people there i can’t possibly remember a fifth of their names. in fact. i’m trying to remember the name of the person i talked to the second most. oh well. jeex. i’m going to bathe now. got work tomrow. supposed to watch shredk II tomorrow too. excellent. fucking hell i weare to god i curse like a suufer when i’m tipsy. me go bathe now. tata.
