i just woke up. i wish i woke up earlier actually. i just coLLASPED at 7 am this morning.
i was working at Reinforce03 last night. at first i was feeling a tad shitty about it cos for the first time, i would be seeing all my friends drink, dance and run around and i won’t be able to join them. but things picked up anyhow. i met this chica called Steph who’s a bomb to talk to. Gen was fantastic for bringing me beer. (though i had as-much-as-you-can-drink beer after that) Big Ben teman-ed me for a bit before scampering off and getting mighty drunk.
The music was thumping but it was a disappointment Richie Rich and Space DJz spun for so short a time cos of a raid at 2:45. oh well. was at barcode for awhile. my my… it was frigging crowded last night! the moment the doors opened, people started streaming and streaming and streaming in… i just sat near the door with my Mister Potato thinking ‘whoa…. damn unfamiliar man…’
at least i got paid to party, drink and run around for awhile. the money i’m getting from the job is gonna bring me to Incubus on Tuesday YEAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! i’m going with Mooky, my bodyguard. My dad won’t let me go without him.
i just got back from Nuovo. it was an awesome night… now wait, joyce’s depiction of awesome night would be: 1. great company (Mary and Gen) 2. great music (Maverick vs. Suresh at Nuovo) 3. alcohol (whiskey and vodka) 4. much laughter. (Mary slutting with me)
so yes. i had an awesome night.*big happy sigh*
i’m all clean. my hair is washed. i’m sitting at the pc drinking cold chrysanthemum tea. my body is tired, but my brain is still awake and happy. and there’s still tomorrow night.
i’m sitting at Johnson’s pc waiting for Little Mary to get ready. Yes, she takes awfully long sometimes… I think we’re off to Nuovo to support Maverick, but seeing how fickle we are, we might detour to elsewhere suddenly.
During my family dinner tonight, my father was lecturing me about how unsafe kl can be and how i should take care and all that. I needed a lift to Hartamas at 10pm. (note: i usually never ask him to send me anywhere)
Joyce: Daddy, can you send me to Hartamas? Dad: Now? I want to go play golf Joyce: *small cute face* but but… than i have to take a cab… Dad: Your money wut, not mine! Joyce: it’s not bout the money la! just now you were saying how dangerous it is and all…. you don’t want me to take a cab rightttt…. Dad: dangerous? than stay at home and watch tv la… very safe. *puts innocent face* *my brother sniggering in background* (after 3 seconds of me giving a pitiful abandoned face) Dad: faster go get ready la!
Joyce: i wish i were seven-years-old again, what fuN Friend: why? Joyce: cos you don’t have to worry about anything! life would be all about playing and running around… *Joyce pauses and thinks* Joyce: eh wait. dowan la. they don’t let seven-year-olds drink…
It’s simply amazing to read back on what i wrote last night when i was erm on alcohol. *change topic* here are some pics from dinner at Gen’s place! I had such a great time… i would put it down to the type of happiness that comes with the words ‘christmas’, ‘cosy’ and ‘love’. i know i know… i sound so corny and happy but i can’t help it. The company, the food and the atmosphere was truly amazing.
Directly below are Big Ben and Little Mary, two among my favourite people in the whole world. i could write lots on them, but let’s leave that for another day when nothing is happening to Joyce. Next to them is moi with a group of friends i had tequila shots with *wooo*
And… here are the pics of Mary, Gen and moi after the BT event. i was actually laughing out loud in front of my pc when i saw this pic (bottom row, middle).
As this is my Wednesday night, i can’t wait for the weekend… *draws in breath in happiness*
I just got back from BT in atmos kl. ok so i went out AGAIN to yam cha with Big Ben but it was all cool till he said ‘omg, joyce, you take AGESSS to eat maggi sup!’ BT was fun (tho i couldn’t tell when exactly he was spinning.) could you? *confused drunk look* i went for a fab dinner with Gen and Mary before that cos Gen’s parents are away and he had a dinner party. Mary cooked spaghetti bolognese and cheese sausages whilst Gen (erm helped?) and *i* dipped strawberries in Nutella. Mary was being super insulting to me *bitch!* and asked me ‘so… can you chop onions?’ and i said, ‘yeaaaaaa…… slut!!!’ and she gave me this damn ‘yea right’ look. waHHH!!!! damn CHAT INSULTING SIAL!!!!! wTF! i was SO GONNA prove that i could cook lor!!!!
anyhow. dinner was fab. we had lychee martinis and wine. which was the fab-est part of all. i shall put up the faB pics of dinner and BT when i’m more rested and sober.
PS – i’ve been getting loads (okAY fine, only three) comments that i should put up a tagboard which i HAVE but you guys get to tag it only in EIGHT DAYS. just waitttt ok. i know you want to tag me cos i’m so fabulous *winks and shakes booty*
i just sat near the door with my Mister Potato thinking ‘whoa…. damn unfamiliar man…’
the money i’m getting from the job is gonna bring me to Incubus on Tuesday YEAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! i’m going with Mooky, my bodyguard. My dad won’t let me go without him. 
I think we’re off to Nuovo to support Maverick, but seeing how fickle we are, we might detour to elsewhere suddenly. 
