Zouked last night with Boey, Jave, Neal, Kit, Wendy and Surin, along with a bunch of other random people
Drank loads by the bridge before going in, and surprisingly, there were no fights this week!
=D
Lights came on around 4AM, then we went to Old Airport road for Supper! =D
Ate and hung out till 6AM before going home!
XD
KTV tonight!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Clark Quayed, Boat Quayed.
Met up with Irene after work yesterday and got our nails done at La Posh. We had gotten the deal off Groupon, and I must say the service was bad, and our nails were badly painted.
The Pedicurist had a fucked up attitude and couldn't be much bothered when she botched up our toe colours. She even got Irene's colour wrong! But the bad lighting of the outlet made it difficult for us to discern the colour.
UGHS.
In a usual Classic Mani and Pedi package, dead skin removal and scraping of nails after filing are standard SOP, as well as the application of cuticle oil after our nail colors are surface dry.
But in La Posh, our dead skins were not removed, nails were not scraped at all, leaving filed nail edges dangling with remnant nail filings and dirt and Irene had to remind the apathetic manicurist to apply cuticle oil for us. WTF.
I'm never returning there ever again!
Walked to Clark Quay after that, and we had a sudden craving for pasta at Waraku even though we'd just had dinner at The Soup Spoon 2 hours ago.
=/
We each had a Half and Half set, and gobbled it all down. =p
Then Wendy came, and we chatted by the Singapore Longkang. Two Japanese guys tried to chat us up and get us to go for drinks and dinner with them, but we declined, cuz it was so fucking weird!
Decided to adjourn to Clark Quay's Coffee Club for drinks because the noise was just not conducive for chatting.
Got tempted by the Quesadillas, and gobbled everything up even though it was pretty spicy and I could feel my lips swell. (I'm not a chilli fan.)
Hung out till 1am, and cabbed home.
EMO EMO EMO EMO.
I keep thinking that I'll die at 24. =/
The Pedicurist had a fucked up attitude and couldn't be much bothered when she botched up our toe colours. She even got Irene's colour wrong! But the bad lighting of the outlet made it difficult for us to discern the colour.
UGHS.
In a usual Classic Mani and Pedi package, dead skin removal and scraping of nails after filing are standard SOP, as well as the application of cuticle oil after our nail colors are surface dry.
But in La Posh, our dead skins were not removed, nails were not scraped at all, leaving filed nail edges dangling with remnant nail filings and dirt and Irene had to remind the apathetic manicurist to apply cuticle oil for us. WTF.
I'm never returning there ever again!
Walked to Clark Quay after that, and we had a sudden craving for pasta at Waraku even though we'd just had dinner at The Soup Spoon 2 hours ago.
=/
We each had a Half and Half set, and gobbled it all down. =p
Then Wendy came, and we chatted by the Singapore Longkang. Two Japanese guys tried to chat us up and get us to go for drinks and dinner with them, but we declined, cuz it was so fucking weird!
Decided to adjourn to Clark Quay's Coffee Club for drinks because the noise was just not conducive for chatting.
Got tempted by the Quesadillas, and gobbled everything up even though it was pretty spicy and I could feel my lips swell. (I'm not a chilli fan.)
Hung out till 1am, and cabbed home.
EMO EMO EMO EMO.
I keep thinking that I'll die at 24. =/
Thursday, April 28, 2011
When Zouk brings back old memories.
The night we danced and had your specs broken.
The night I went home with you and realised that you were the one I was looking for.
Past memories.
I brought Jia Xin and Alfred along. Met up with Jave, Kit, Boey and gang. Nine of us, we shared three bottles of liquor.
Midori and Chivas,
You love Midori. I prefer Chivas.
But that didn't stop the memories.
Dear Lord, remove all these pain if he is not the one, and get me the one ASAP. Thanks alot. I need someone to accompany me to church and he has to be the one I'm gonna marry. Sorry for the conditions, but I can't stand pussies other than my own. AMEN.
The night I went home with you and realised that you were the one I was looking for.
Past memories.
I brought Jia Xin and Alfred along. Met up with Jave, Kit, Boey and gang. Nine of us, we shared three bottles of liquor.
Midori and Chivas,
You love Midori. I prefer Chivas.
But that didn't stop the memories.
Dear Lord, remove all these pain if he is not the one, and get me the one ASAP. Thanks alot. I need someone to accompany me to church and he has to be the one I'm gonna marry. Sorry for the conditions, but I can't stand pussies other than my own. AMEN.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Alcohol solves all things.
Hormonal surge made me a raging mad bitch.
When 'I miss you' becomes, ' You-don't-care-about-me-and-don't-even-know-what-I'm-doing-all-you-care-for-is-your-games-and-online-sluts-I'm-dumping-you!'.
And that's how a relationship on the mend comes to an abrupt end.
Went out drinking with Jave, Boey, and Neal after that.
4pm till 3am.
We polished off endless bottles and cans of beer at East Coast Park, talked shit, and arranged for clubbing later tonight.
Love my Ducks.
If I can't have a boyfriend that treats me well, I'll just turn to my Ducks. At least friends won't fuck and chuck.
Read and re-read 1st Corinthians 7.
That fucker kept imposing his own views into the Bible at the end of the chapter from verse 29 onwards, and that pissed me off. It's not even from GOD. Even if it was WRITTEN, I'm sure it was written to self justify his own existence as a Single man.
Perhaps my understanding isn't deep enough. But, whatever!
I'm still gonna get myself a Husband material to get my own house to live in, because if I don't start now, I'll never be able to afford a flat in the future.
When 'I miss you' becomes, ' You-don't-care-about-me-and-don't-even-know-what-I'm-doing-all-you-care-for-is-your-games-and-online-sluts-I'm-dumping-you!'.
And that's how a relationship on the mend comes to an abrupt end.
Went out drinking with Jave, Boey, and Neal after that.
4pm till 3am.
We polished off endless bottles and cans of beer at East Coast Park, talked shit, and arranged for clubbing later tonight.
Love my Ducks.
If I can't have a boyfriend that treats me well, I'll just turn to my Ducks. At least friends won't fuck and chuck.
Read and re-read 1st Corinthians 7.
That fucker kept imposing his own views into the Bible at the end of the chapter from verse 29 onwards, and that pissed me off. It's not even from GOD. Even if it was WRITTEN, I'm sure it was written to self justify his own existence as a Single man.
Perhaps my understanding isn't deep enough. But, whatever!
I'm still gonna get myself a Husband material to get my own house to live in, because if I don't start now, I'll never be able to afford a flat in the future.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
And he continued being nice to me until Monday.
Then he started ignoring me.
This can only mean one thing. And that calls for a new Boyfriend.
He doesn't even know the modules I'm taking, nor my daily routines.
And we've been going on and off for almost a year?!
Geez man.
Seriously, get me a man who is interested in me as a person please!
AMEN!
Then he started ignoring me.
This can only mean one thing. And that calls for a new Boyfriend.
He doesn't even know the modules I'm taking, nor my daily routines.
And we've been going on and off for almost a year?!
Geez man.
Seriously, get me a man who is interested in me as a person please!
AMEN!
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