Sunday, May 25, 2008
ASSUMPTION: IT IS STILL SUNDAY NIGHT. AND MIDNIGHT HAVE NOT PASSED.
fact: i just drank again. but it's red wine this time (:
thurs:
it was school as per normal and hardly anyone was in the mood since many of us screwed up gp common test on wed. haha. HOW NICE. because of the expected busy schedule later in the day [shiprocked], me and sweet were rather in a rush to get ethanol something individual. oh wells. im great. i saved the photos in the wrong file and it ends up that it was a wasted trip. *sighs.
met up sweet at errr.. 1745 at the mrt.. haha. i was like PRAYING i was invisible on my way to the mrt.. and CONSOLING myself that all the stares along the way is gonna be over once i reach the mrt station.. ALAS! i met up sweet in the last cabin who was LITERALLY hiding in a corner. haha. expected lar. since a dress has never been a comfortable outfit for the both of us. HAHA.
hotlips was late as usual but glucose was later. AND HOTTER. *sizzles. HAHAHAH. we were all awed out by each other. like how bold she wore and how gorgeous she is. blah blah blah.. HOWEVER, we were thoroughly disappointed by swan.. *sighs. i was looking forward to her wearing something PRETTIER--well at least she didnt wore jeans in the end. sweet and me came to the conclusion that swan is blind too! HAHA. and indeed, swan's friend is just as skinny.. im abit of.."are you sure they're not twins?!"
my legs didnt die but blisters were definitely formed from the long walk to find butter factory. err.. as for those in heels.. you know. I WANT TO COMPLAIN: SWEET WALKING VERY CHOR LOR! and i didnt said she walked like she just given birth.. i said.. SHE WALKED LIKE SHE'S HAVING CHILD LABOUR. like can you imagine a CHIOBU dressed up, but yet spaces her legs widely when standing and placing one hand on her waist and the other holding a disposable plate? how glam could that be...
swan remained faithful beside her friend ensuring that her friend is not left out. but perhaps that's also the reason why we didnt stay very close that night. in the mean time, hotlips and glucose drifted their souls to gawd-knows-where..
as mentioned, shiprocked isnt fun. at least to me i guess? i mean, besides the fact that they made us waited damn long before the perfomance started.. we had to suffer from all the tunings the bands had to make before each performance. so. oh wells. forget it, we decided to head off to the REAL clubs and bidded swan and her friend see-you-later which didnt happen.
WHY. i finally got the taste of the tinch of fun of being older.. im only 6 months behind the age limit and still im denied entry. and im quite such i totally lost my face to that security. i wondered how many times he looked up at me and down at my student pass to come to the realisation how hideous that photo was. RAWR. sweet was smart enough to hold on to her card to check if i, being the youngest, could get in in the first place. RAWR.
and so i whined. but thanks to hotlips who held on to my hand and assured me [and made me feel like her boyfriend] the severity was very much reduced. we finally got to rest our feet at the Forbbiden City.. hmm. i guess we looked old enough and were led to the bar. OOOH. i love the ambience and the couch. the only 2 problem were: THE LIGHTS WERE SO DIM.. they might as well have it switched off. so how can they expect me to READ THE MENU?! i had to crouch down to the "common candle" placed on the table.. *sighs. so the 2nd problem was that they were playing songs that could never be understood. they should really playing so pop chinese songs *smirks.
apparently and according to hotlips, glucose and sweet.. i drank TOO FAST, TOO MUCH. and i didnt even realise it myself. hmm. besides reeking of the smell of alcohol, i was also TALKING TOO MUCH, with TOO LITTLE BRAIN. so oh shit. i didnt a couple of serious mistakes i shouldnt be doing.
SORRY GLUCOSE. i didnt realise that your dad wasnt supposed to know that we drank. and i guess the reason why i spoke soooo much was that i was trying to keep awake and reduce awkward situations? oh wells. SORRY. and also, really
thankews for the ride to bishan . SO PAISEH DARLING.
SORRY SWEET. thanks for reminding me DIRECTLY that i should control my speaking and NOT tell the latter details to anyone on ur car. i mean, you already said I WAS DRUNK. so how can i still figure out what you were trying to say when you asked if i wanted to eat sweets? lol. and RIGHT. i feel utterly owed to your parents for the countless rides they "showered on" me. and yes, you too. and this makes me even more guilty when i promised your family a cake in appreciation. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. so now the decision is either that i go learn to bake cake or that i get you fruits/chocolates? i bet you'll choose the latter. HAHA.
to all. please ensure that i drank appropriately in the future. and TELL ME RIGHT IN THE FACE WHAT NOT TO SAY. i am so malu now. by the way, white russian's nice. *slurps.
friday:
i was grossly tired out. but naah. no hangover, i wasnt drunk to that extent. oh, so were my buddies haha. all so dead and walking at snail speed. i can't really recall what esle happened. OOOH. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELEANOR. alright. EARLY birthday too. oh yes. my mom pinched me for drinking on thursday.. and warned me of the bad guys who target "little girls" like me. -_-" alright. i get her point still. no more drinking until like that.
oh yes. i've got a question: WHY DOES MIXING OF ALCOHOLIC DRINKS MAKE YOU DRUNK MORE EASILY?
TODAY/saturday:
jianhui is starting to get on my nerves. AND STOP PULLING MY SHIRT. AND KEEP THAT BITCH WORD FOR YOURSELF. but anyway, relax, im not pissed at you. i think.
out for lunch at... once again... junction 8. after gp remedial duh. AND I DIDNT SEE SWAN TODAY T_T. ate... din tai feng.. which kinda reminds me of my pw lunch/dinner--when's it? then had desserts.. damn full. but satisfying. YAY! i also bought my socks. FINALLY.
dad came up quirkily early today so we went out for dinner too!!! WHAT A NICE SATURDAY!! and im in a good mood. HEH. just that..
I HAVENT DONE ANY WORK TODAY. BAD BAD.
dinner at HAN's and then somehow, my dad said he wanted to go T3.. which i really thought he was joking.. and so.. we were there from like 10pm-11.30pm. HAHA. what a rare outing. AND THERE'S CANDY EMPIRE THERE. WALA~.
a point to note: we walked past some eateries and there were 2 girls mugging. my dad just walked up straight IN FRONT of them and stared down at their papers. obviously, the girls stared back with dropped jaws.. and they continue to do so as my dad turned and walked away as if nothing had happened. sorry dude. i think my dad had turned into a WEIRD PEI PEI over the years. i dont think the condition's any better on my mom. *sighs.
hmm. r project tomorrow. and i had a hard time deciding what to wear... and an even harder time when jh told me it's FORMAL. WTH. so when i finally pieced my outfit together, my sister commented that i looked like a clubber... THANKS. ahhhh. great. i totally looking forward to choosing what to wear again tomorrow morning.
AH TENG ARH!! IM SURE YOU PUT OUR VIDEOSON YOUTUBE. WTH WTH WTH. you die. im gonna mass email your pictures and HOT LEGS if you give anyone the links. RAWR.
All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 12:50 AM