Realised it sounds bad when i wrote the title, not bored like, i get bored and then BECOME boring (… i hope not anyway!)
But my attention span seriously cannot make it for a lot of things.
My everychanging hairstyle proves it.
I thought the androgynous party (Chic Code) we threw in Frangipani yesterday would be the PERFECT excuse to CHOP off all the curls
So i did
And MAN i feel so much lighter and better now!
Milcah @ Qube gave me a super short side with long fringe
reminiscent of my hair two years ago
Oh how i’ve missed it!
A few pictures cos i’m running out for a much-needed massage in ten minutes
CopenChris and HenryIsGold kept to their pact to be dressed up in drag for the party
I got Ming and Ethan of Bombshell Salon Boutique to do their make up and hair
And they looked very very nasty…
They even gave themselves drag queen names – Sheniqua and Teniqua
Omg they were damn funny but will write and post more pics later
Was catching up with an old friend tonight, someone who’s known me before my blog even got popular
We’ve always been close friends
And he’s always been a happy soul for me to be around
Tonight he said that he loved loved loved reading my writing, even more so last time
But i’ve seem to have lost my flair
Because i’m always thinking about what people perceive when they read thingsz
Even though i try not to think about it
So i was thinking i’ll start a new thing: Disallow comments on my blog
I know.
It’s sacrilegious for any proper blogger to disallow comments.
But when i think of it, what do these comments give me?
I have very nice commentators, but they’re mostly generic and i have nothing substantial to answer back
The very long-winded “fan” messages come in email, which i read and reply thoroughly
The opposing end of “fan” commentators are, of course, the hate ones
Sometimes i laugh at them, sometimes i read them and go ‘these ppl are mad yo’ or ‘what… are they trying to say?’ or ‘wah so mean, what’s wrong with them!’
I don’t have the sort of comments going on like on DoraemonKenny‘s blog – where people are having a freaking discussion board on there 24/7
So what IS THE POINT of me having a comment section?!
Maybe i’m just pulling a Kevin-Yeoh-Emo move, but whatever.
I might switch back to having comments in time (Even so, i can never ever challenge a Kevin-Yeoh-Emo move where he deletes blogs and Facebook profiles and reignites them again 0_-)
But for now, i’d just like to rant and blog
And write
Rubbish
And not read comments about it
“Hi, you’ve reached Joyce’s blog, if you’d like to leave a message, please email joycethefairy@gmail.com *beep*”
i know, a more enjoyable blogpost has good pictures
But i’m seriously tired right now
Just got back from having a few drinks at the pub
Which is what i reward myself with at the end of the workday
Someone mentioned i sound like an old woman
And at first i thought, “MAN.”
Then i thought, “Oh well. Whatever.”
In blabberings = UOX on Saturday was a LONG day
But we raised a lot of money for WAO, for which i’m truly surprised and happy!
After we tutup kedai at UOX at 10 something, we drank and danced till 2
Well, i did anyway
Then i had to sober up before driving home
Got into bed at 5am
Woke up Sunday
Rushed stuff
Rushed to Palate for Chic Code event
By 7pm, two ppl who know me quite well said i look like i was going to drop dead
Went home, wrote some stuff
Forced myself to sleep by midnight
I say forced, because my body was exhausted but my mind was still running
Had so many things flowing through my mind,
I downed leftover cough mixture to pass out
Woke up this (Monday) morn
Took a long shower
Bought breakfast (yong tau foo! yay!)
Went to work
Work work work
Finished (well, to the point i’m done for the day) at 10:30pm
SarChan wanted me to wait for her
I waited a bit
Then we decided to leave cos office seems a bit scary with just two girls and i voiced out we should have a knife or gun
Stupid office knob spoilt (it’s getting fixed tomorrow)
And we had a grand time devising ways to shut the door
I tripped over a brick in the dark, and bloody Sarah guffawed at me
She wouldn’t let me close the main door in the dark
And we fiddled with the stupid thing for AGES
Because once it locks it won’t be able to open till the key gets to it
The problem is… LOCKING it
There is a small hole in the damn mechanism of the doorknob (once the knob has dropped out)
So we were looking for string/ribbon/wire/anything that could fit through it to pull it close
In the end, i found the straps of a Calvin Klein dress Jia Wei donated for Chic Charity
It had the right fabric/size of strap to fit through the tiny hole
So we used a CK dress to shut the STUPID office door close.
There. End of work day.
THEN i could go enjoy my drinks with CopenhagenChris (+ Joleyn + Hatim + HenryIsGold + AnnaRina + Ninie) and go home.
Despite people thinking i read blogs… i really don’t read that many – i don’t have time >.<
Thought i’d read some blogs i link before sleeping, since i’m so outdated and had to read THIS and ended up crying.
Okay. Sleep.
UOX Play tomorrow at Capsquare people.
Over 50 vendors for Threadszoo flea market with Tongue in Chic, and music performances ALL day long.
Damn i don’t sound so excited cos i just read a sad post!
Because right, they call me at 1pm on a Monday, asking me to go out to drink
They call at 4pm Tuesday, saying they’re in my area, hey let’s go drink
I call them at 2pm asking about something for work, and they ask me to go out to drink
-_-
Regardless whether it’s with me or not (more than anything, it’s not), they still drink anyway
Sometimes i hang out with them at night cos it’s nice to hear real different talk
Nothing regarding media or advertising
They talk finance
scandals happening in the finance industry in KL
nothing and nobody i know about
sometimes they use abbreviations i don’t know the meanings of and i ask, to learn
how the Polish are in financial crisis
and how 400,00 Americans are homeless
how Australia is doing really bad too
To which i’d listen in interest cos hey, i have no clue what they’re talking about and it’s sounds so worldly and exciting (haha *jakun*)
But seriously -_-
We get paid about the same, but they work less hours and drink more
After the bankers left, i sat with CheeKit and Looney to talk rubbish
I’ve known them for at least 6 years, and blabbered easily to them
An hour later, CheeKit spoke up – “You sound like YC. Jaded.”
I exclaimed back with much retaliation, “I’m not JADED!”
v. tr.
To wear out, as by overuse or overindulgence. See Synonyms at tire1.
v. intr.
To become weary or spiritless.
n.
A broken-down or useless horse; a nag.
A woman regarded as disreputable or shrewish.
I’m not spiritless!!!
OMG i damn emo you say that!
A woman regarded as disreputable?
Hmph. That might ring true.
Cos no matter how innocent YC and me are, ridiculous rumours always get spread.
I retorted that with the amount of time i spend working and the remainder (besides for sleep) spent on seeing friends and drinking, i only WISH i had time to do “disreputable” things.
I SUPER RETALIATE THAT I’M JADED!
Then Looney went, “Maybe it’s successful women, they always get jaded.”
to which CheeKit nodded in agreement.
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