And so on Saturday…
i wasn’t in the moood to party
Honest
But i’d promised Mooky i’d party with him and so i did
Besides, i hadn’t seen him in ages
You know how it’s one of those nights
Where you don’t feel like going out
And you pull on a simple outfit
Cos of laziness
And your face shows
Lack
Of interest
And you end up
Having
More fun then you expected
Amazing conversations
Many a
Good Ol’ Johnny
&
Moet & Chandon
Saturday was one of those nights.
Bar Savanh
is full of handsome people, i swear
I usually spot *one* Phwoar Boy a party night
But there, the stakes rose by 500%
Many a fine chick-a-dees
Sames goes for the men
I’m not saying everyone there is hot, noOoooo…
I was getting quite the tipsy by the time it closed
But wait
It’s only 3 something…
I can’t go home yet!!!
So i hop to Barcode where
JasonMudiCalvinBrendaJoanna
PassedOutBen
FaiMooky
are
It seems alot of anger is going online, Like Squirl and Kim
But angry posts are always interesting unfake ones
Cos the words just come tumbling out
With no planning required
Exhausted so exhausted
I’m exhausted from
watching anime hours on end
drinking too much
work
crying
It must be my karma.
Perhaps salt would help.
Shall post up party pics in an hour
Before my blog gets too depressing.
Some time back…
I dread i dread
I dread you so much
Left you there
Hoping you’ll disappear when i come back
Cos you know i have to
No matter how i wish you’d fall into the dustbin
By accident
I dread i dread
Reading you till the end
Lest you tell me things that i know
Unconsciously
But I now know…
And have no sorry excuse for
I dread i dread
Hence i’m sitting here
To prolong this
But sooner or later
I have to go upstairs
I dread i dread
Till my heart squeezes
Tears from my eyes
They dropped on my pillow
And the damn mascara stained
I dread i dread
Which i did not expect
Cos today is supposed to be happy and hectic
I dread i dread
Cos i’m afraid of losing someone
So close to my soul
I dread i dread
Till i can think i can take it
And go upstairs
To read you
And i’m sure i will cry
And We Entertained Ourselves…
Honestly, there is nothing much to do at night in Kuching.
I’ll prollie put up the other pics when i’m actually at home.
One night, we took pictures using the night vision thingamajig on the video cam.
We tried to act all pontianak-like… of course it wouldn’t be so cool if suddenly there *was* something else under the blanket with us… *gulps*
Last night,
Jason was torturing us by playing a kindergarten tape he found in the car
Lovely tunes of TheSaintsGoMarchingBy and It’sASmallWorldAfterAll blasted
My poor cousin and Kelvin had tortured looks all the way
As Jason and i bopped our heads layaningly
Suddenly he changed it to a tape with a soothing voice talking about karma and achieving enlightenment
Please don’t ask me why he has such random cassettes in his car
Anyway i have this gift of blocking out sounds (sometimes unintentionally)
When
Suddenly
I heard this one sentence
“The female life isn’t meant to be used for sacrificial purposes…”
and yelled,
“What the hell are we listening to, OI!!!”
It’s Saturday already?!
It’s back to my usual partying la di da.
I’m starting to dislike Poppy… it’s freaking crowded.
People are stepping on my toes leftrightcentre.
My poor tootsies… *ooch*
On Thursday,
Loowee got drunk again.
Tim: Where are your car keys?
Loowee: I dunno.. i dunno… someone took them.
Me: *looks on floor* Well it’s not around here, are you sure?
Loowee: Yea, i don’t have it!
Tim: Ok ok, check his pockets la…
*Tim proceeds to check Drunk Loowee’s pockets*
After two minutes of scurried searching…
Tim: What’s that in your hand…?
*points at metal object sticking out of Loowee’s fist*
Loowee: er…
Me: It’s his car keys!!! *URGH*
Tim: ARgh, idiot. Joyce, go blog bout this k.
just got back from kuching.
fucking awful flight with FIFTEEN screaming kids.
by the end of the flight i was having one thought in my head
“For FUCK’S SAKE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
going to Zouk with ash to drink (been non-alco for a week, mind you) and dance
