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Sunday, August 30, 2009
I learned to be happy from being unhappy.
I seriously need to chill. Past few days have been a total pain in the ass. Those mofos. -..-Winnie the poohsy taught me not to care about the world even if you're a gay bear with no pants, so Imma follow his teachings and don't give a middle finger about people's criticizing eyes. But then again, I could just stop wearing pants too. Hah. You wish.
Anyway, I deleted my previous post. I didn't really bother to read anything I wrote that day till just now. Geez. Someone should have stopped me that night. Now everyone knows my weakness. Pfft. Shoo, go away.
In other news, I missed the past two nights of baybeats. Arghhh. No matter what, I'm NOT gonna miss tomorrow's. I'm having flu now, but who caresssss. It's bad enough I missed West Grand Boulevard and Taken By Cars. I can't miss Anberlin, fuck. I'm just gonna bring with me some panadol or something and drink it down with a can Baron's. Yes, I'm killing myself. Huahuahua.
Graduation party last Thursday was pretty cool too. Made three rounds to the buffet, grinded friends and strangers, drank King Robert's at the SP rooftop and had a b-b-b-blast. Took the train home with Rye and Zac, and got home at 12+. After that, mom opened the door and the first thing she told me was "You party too much. I rarely get to see you home in daylight". Hahaha.
Abdul, the sexy biker. Ooh lala~
We made the impossible possible.We were able to fit Aminah's size 7 heels to my size 8 and half foot. xD
Aminah wanted to do this to my hair really badly.So I looked like a fucken CEO. Be afraid, be very afraid.
This was the part where we boogied like Micheal Jackson.
No, not really.
Btw, it's holidays baybehhhhhhhh. :D :D :D
This was the part where we boogied like Micheal Jackson.No, not really.
Kay, I've talked too much. That's enough to compensate for my one week of blog absence.
3:21 AM
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Happy birthday, Sal. :)
Typecast's concert was sexy, oh-so sexy.
We watched with Baron's. :)
We made friends with the band.
The bassist dedicated a song to me and Rico.
The manager asked for my email. -..-
Fucken SBS bus schedule made us miss the last bus, so Irfan had to pay for our cab fare home. We would've tonned, but we all have stuff to do the following day. Thanks again, dude! :D
Got home. Argued with Sham. Went to bed.
HAHAHA. Sham can be such a bitch sometimes. I guess that's what makes our friendship so interesting. Eh, booger? -..-
We watched with Baron's. :)We made friends with the band.
The bassist dedicated a song to me and Rico.
The manager asked for my email. -..-
Fucken SBS bus schedule made us miss the last bus, so Irfan had to pay for our cab fare home. We would've tonned, but we all have stuff to do the following day. Thanks again, dude! :D
Got home. Argued with Sham. Went to bed.
HAHAHA. Sham can be such a bitch sometimes. I guess that's what makes our friendship so interesting. Eh, booger? -..-
Now, this is some gay video Abdul sent me. This is seriously some gay shit. WATCH IT!
2:04 AM
Friday, August 21, 2009
I thought of thinking what I thought I was thinking.
Me l-l-love this song, baby.
Oh, it's a friday already? Hahaha. Kinda lost track of the dates, s0rriiexzxz. Pfft. Kay, Imma try my best to update.
I think I only went to school twice this week? Haha. Screw the world. This sem's gonna end soon and Imma party my ass off. We're gonna play James Bond and sneak in some alcoholic drinks inside the CF party. Huahuahua. No? Yes? Fys.
Oooh lala, I'm inventing my own acronymn now. FYS = Fuck YourSelf.
No, not Foo Yong Sheng. He might give me an F and make me repeat his module. Pfft. -..0
Kay. Decent update la, Ella. -..-
Wednesday, submitted HTI journal. Fucken printer. FUCKEN PRINTER. D:
Thursday, had my FDS crit. Fucken alarm clock. FUCKEN ALARM CLOCK. D:
Tonight, Imma rock my ass off at Typecast's concert at Esplanade. Fucken mosh. FUCKEN MOSH. :D
Oh, and I went out with Sham, Sha (?) and Azril (?) last wednesday too. Heh.
(all the pictures are in my fb)I can't get started with my semestral portfolio, demmit. -..-
1:01 PM
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Farmville's getting addictive. -..-
If someone wants to call someone, that someone will call that someone.
If someone doesn't call, that someone should stop hoping that someone would still call.
Yes, let this screw your head.
Pictures are piling up in my laptop. I just uploaded 4 new fucken albums in facebook, geez. I can't find the time to blog since I've been kinda rushing so many projects these past few days. I'm suppose to be doing work right now, actually. But I ain't in the mood, clearly.
Quick update, cos I wanna get some sleep. Sleep it off, baybeh. Just sleep it offff.
Saturday, rushed to get my GC work printed out at bras basah. Went back home to get changed then went to meet Eb and the rest at Marina Square for his birthday dinner.
After that, cabbed down to Sentosa to meet Neil and the rest. Jim Beam and Absolut were already gone when I came. Pfft, duh. They started drinking at 5pm, and I arrived at 10pm. Since everyone was already drunk when I came, I decided to drink the whole bottle of Chivas left. Orgasmicccccccc. After everything, took bus back with everyone to Yishun. Isk sent me to my lift cos Kepok and Wak couldn't be bothered. Home at 4am.
Sunday, dinner with mom's friend. Shrimp Scampi gave me a piece of heaven, baybeh. Ooh lala. After that, went strolling around Ion AND FOUND OUT THAT THERE'S NOW DUNKIN DONUTS IN SINGAPORE. Sexy? VERY.
Wow, that was a boring post. Hahaha. Fuck you, go away.
If someone doesn't call, that someone should stop hoping that someone would still call.
Yes, let this screw your head.
Pictures are piling up in my laptop. I just uploaded 4 new fucken albums in facebook, geez. I can't find the time to blog since I've been kinda rushing so many projects these past few days. I'm suppose to be doing work right now, actually. But I ain't in the mood, clearly.
Quick update, cos I wanna get some sleep. Sleep it off, baybeh. Just sleep it offff.
Saturday, rushed to get my GC work printed out at bras basah. Went back home to get changed then went to meet Eb and the rest at Marina Square for his birthday dinner.
After that, cabbed down to Sentosa to meet Neil and the rest. Jim Beam and Absolut were already gone when I came. Pfft, duh. They started drinking at 5pm, and I arrived at 10pm. Since everyone was already drunk when I came, I decided to drink the whole bottle of Chivas left. Orgasmicccccccc. After everything, took bus back with everyone to Yishun. Isk sent me to my lift cos Kepok and Wak couldn't be bothered. Home at 4am.
Sunday, dinner with mom's friend. Shrimp Scampi gave me a piece of heaven, baybeh. Ooh lala. After that, went strolling around Ion AND FOUND OUT THAT THERE'S NOW DUNKIN DONUTS IN SINGAPORE. Sexy? VERY.
Wow, that was a boring post. Hahaha. Fuck you, go away.1:45 AM