* Madonna Party @ Liquid! *
FACES & Warner Bros have collaborated to throw the launch party of Madonna’s latest album.
Tonight. We partay.
I’m Almost Done
It’s… 5:10 am
I’m almost done with my work, i can do this
I just need to disattach myself from the buckload of information so i can re-read it with a soddof empty mind
I turned to the newspapers first but all the world news is depressing me
So i turned to blogging instead :p
I’m trying to reconnect myself to why i blog
Why i started blogging in the first place
Which is:
For my own referral, to jot down my own stories and pictures so that i can look back at them and feel again what i felt when i wrote those words
I feel like i can’t do that anymore.
Not sincerely anyway.
I can’t write down everything i feel, whatever i’m going through, or particular jokes that i want to remember.
“You shouldn’t have written it.”
“Why not? I totally didn’t write her name or anything.”
“Because she reads your blog and she’ll know it’s about her!!”
“…*sigh*… Okay i’ll go take it down.”
“Joyce! I hate seeing pictures of myself!”
“Huh? Why… it’s just a normal picture, nothing weird also.”
“Damn alot of people will see it! Take it downnnnn!!!”
“…okaY….”
Got damn alot la but i can’t write it also cos then i’ll get into trouble again
>_<
What i *don’t* regret writing about is my totally random crap
I don’t get into any trouble for that
Hmm wait even thEN people can find fault with me
I recently went onto this forum banging my blog
Someone wrote (i can’t remember exactly la)
“Who gives two hoots about what she does when she gets home?”
I was like, “Ohmygod la, it’s *my* blog for *my* referral if you don’t want to read crap, then don’t read it la, tiu!”
StupiD.
Went for the Heineken media thingie with EditorIan and PrincessAnna at Courtyard Gardens just now
I reckon the most exciting thing there for me was seeing KelvinTSD after so long
We spent the rest of the evening picking at little delicacies of scallops, prawns, crabmeat with mustard, escorgots and what have you.
Then i came home and started dying until now.
Tada.
Joyce’s Thursday night.









































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