Splutter

I am sick. I am so damn sick and tired, both metaphorically and literally.

It started out with a horrible sore throat and flu, then carried on with a headache. Now it's down to a dry cough which gives me chest pains.

It started out right from the start and I don't even know when it's ever going to end, pathological liar.

"How could you?"

Monotony

So there's been a huge lack of updates on this blog, all because my internet connection at home has been cut. Bahh. So I can only blog when I'm at Baby's and yesterday when I was blogging, her laptop's batt died on me and I was too lazy to plug in the adaptor. :

The monotony in my life is getting more and more apparent and it's begining to bug me. All day long all I do is, sleep, eat, go out, club, sleep and the cycle just repeats itself all over again. Sigh. I need a job so desperately and it's not that I'm not looking but lady luck hasn't been on my side. ):

There's nothing much to update honestly. Life's the same. 3rd week I've been bumping at the Baby's and finally we're going back to my place for the weekend. ((: Baby's just as naughty and giving me equally as much of a headache as she always did. Speaking of which, we're going out to choose her cane soon.

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Spencer: Okay baby, we'll go get the cane at cash converters. LOL. Stop being such a piggy and sleep so much la. I know you love my bed and mostly importantly, LOVE ME! Love you too smelly pooty. =)

"I don't wanna know
If you're playing me - keep it on the low.
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore.
And if you're creepin please don't let it show.
Oh baby, I don't want to know.

I think about it when I hold you.
When lookin' in your eyes - I can't believe.
I don't need to know the truth.
Baby, keep it to yourself."

Just another girl, the girl I love.

Haircuts and midnight Mustafa till 0400 yesterday with Bel, Diva, Tiao-Kia and Baby. Back at Bel's place, random hair dyeing, pool and early morning breakfast. Baby and I knocked out finally at 1000 and snuggled all the way till 1700. Then it was lazing in front of the telly, playing with Citrine and Tweety then we decided to Zouk.

Know, I begining to hate clubbing. Note that I said hate, not 'getting sick of'. Yes, I still enjoy clubbing to a certain extent but sometimes, the idea of it really puts me off.

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*edited 1330

So my Drea baby left this entry incomplete cos my laptop battery went flat.
But anyway, here's something for you:

One summer night
We ran away for a while
Laughing, we hurried beneath the sky
To an obscure place to hide
That no-one could find
And we drifted to another state of mind
As we lay upon the grass
There in the dark
Underneath the stars

Weak in the knees
Wrapped in the warm gentle breeze, and I,
So shy, a bundle of butterflies
Flush with the heat of desire
On a natural high

As we drifted to another place in time
And the feeling was so heavy and sublime
As I lost my heart to you
There in the dark
Underneath the stars

Beautiful and bittersweetly
You were fading into me
And I was gently fading into you

I'm yours and you're my own
My one and only baby
As we lay underneath the stars


PS: Cheer up my baby. Don't be upset anymore please. I'll go choose my own cane okay? Hugs.

Blah Blah & More Blah

Zouk-ed the usual 3 days; Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Weed and I figured that we Phuture too damn much because we always manage to predict what song comes on next and Andrew has been a good boy recently. (:

Supper with Bel and Weed last night was MADNESS. In total we ordered, 1 mushroom cheese prata, 1 egg, onion & cheese prata, 1 beehoon goreng, 1 maggi goreng ikan bilis pattaya, 3 chicken wings, 1 basket of onion rings, 2 iced limau and 2 barleys.

So KNN fattening! Especially at 4am in the morning. But it's okay, of late, everyone keeps telling me that I lost quite a fair bit of weight. So, YAY!

Weird part is, I'm not un-happy or stressed that's why I'm losing weight. I don't know what's wrong with me either but fuck it seriously. Just drop me to 43kgs and I'm one happy babe. 1 kg to go~!

So I haven't really been home for almost 2 weeks, obviously I've been camping out at the Weed's. Right now, I'm having a bad bout of home-sickness. Honestly, I think I just miss my bed and mummy. :

I'm camping out in her room, on her bed, with her lappy, hugging her chou-chou, blogging, listening to Chamillionaire and falling asleep at the same time while she's outside playing mahjong with her relatives.

I think I know what's wrong. I'm just bored-ed out of my wits. -SCREAMS-

Hershey's Chocolate Kisses

While everyone was busy watching the Femme Quest contestants strutting their stuff over at Zouk, Weed and myself were busy playing with her crib's newly arrived guest. No doubt he's just here for a mere 3 day stop over, he has already found a lil place in our hearts.

Note: I normally abhor Chihuahuas because they tend to look alien like and are extremely bimbotic. Okay, how about I don't like small dogs. But there are always exceptions. (:

Swing Left, Then Swing Right

So you ask, what's swinging over here. I'd reply, mood swing. Fuckingknnbccbmotherhell mood swings; PMS.

I swear I hate it because it makes me emo every once a hour. Fucking fuck fuck. Best part, I don't have anything to be emo about, or do I?

Now, what am I doing home on a Wednesday night? Actually, I'm going to shower right now. Hello Zouk. Sigh. I'm sick of clubbing.

"Let's do the swing dance."

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

I wish, you could see what's going on inside of me.
Maybe that way, crying alone would be the last to be.
But sometimes, some things are better left unspoken.
The truth hurts, like it leaves my heart broken.

Signs you never read, hints you never see.
Maybe one day, you'll feel my pain, understand the hurt.
But till then, I'll keep them bottled up.
Waiting for you to open me up.

"I wanna pour out my secrets to you but leave you unburdened;
Impossibility"

Eu amo Portugal

*edited: 0750 hours

World Cup 2006 was crap, crap and more crap. 3rd/4th placing match between Germany and Portugal was disappointing. My poor Portugal, poor Cristiano Ronaldo and Figo. Stupid Germany, stupid Ballack.

Then the finals between France and Italy. Poor Zidane, poor France. Why you like that huh? What the hell was the head butt for?! Stupid Italy, stupid Buffon (Sorry Zen). I actually teared when Italy scored the final penalty kick against France. -wails- )):

Oh well, another 4 years for my Portugal to come back. Another 4 more years for Babyboo's Brazil to even get to Semi-Finals. x:

Believe it or not, I actually watched the finals ALL ALONE at home. It was so sad I tell you. I couldn't kao-pei to anyone when Zidane lost his mind or when the Italians fouled the French or when either side scored. (I am very nosiy when I watch soccer) So I called Babyboo everytime something "major" happened to kao-pei. Hur.

Last week was a whole week of clubbing.

Wed, Zouk where I finally heard Square Rooms and podium-ed my way through that song feeling all so high, high, high. Whee~ Friday was Zouk once again with loads of beer and Smirnoff Red Bull.

On Saturday, Babyboo and I clubbed hopped like mad. First was to Devils where Ryl, Chy, my mummy and her colleagues (Yes, my real mother) joined us. I know, my mum's so damn cool, she was so sweet and even bought me a pack of ciggarettes much to Babyboo's distaste. ((:

Hopped over to HRC to meet Jie and Jo for drinks and after that we headed to Zouk to meet Bel for the Germany and Portugal match. Randomly, Andrew was hell good on Saturday. (:

Anyhow, HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY TO TAU POK BESSY TAN. I love you, you stupid moron. Hope you and Zen have a blast at Bintan. -hugs-

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And up till this moment, I am unable to understand why.
Why you do so, time after time.
Tell me I'm over reacting, like I always am.
But deep down, I know, I ain't.
These lies, they eat me up.
And I just don't know what to do anymore.

But afterall, you're my wonder wall and I love you just the same.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you,
'Cause I know that you feel me some how.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now."

The Crowning

The King has been crowned. I'm proud of you, my brave lil one.

Stickwitu 24/7, literally, complete with bickering sleep-overs. Old memories surfacing, evolved mixed feelings. Promises left unkept, like always. You never see how much they mean, as miniscule the magnitude. It's eating me up, bit by bit. But beneath it all, I still love you, just the same.

I'm sorry for the lack of updates, I've been busy with my love.

"The collision of your kiss that made it so hard."

Vintage Flavour

I'm totally pooped despite the 12 hour marathon sleeping session I had earlier. I could have slept even longer but Weed was already awake for awhile and kept bugging me to get up. |:

My body is aching from the shopping we did the day before (where I didn't sleep) and my tonsils are so damn huge and sore from the "excessive" smoking. Bah. I seriously need to quit smoking because I don't want to go for the damn operation. Bummer.

Bel, Weed and myself went on a vintage shopping trail on Saturday. First stop was to 'Army Market' at Beach Road where we pigged out at the hawker on kway chap, char kway teow, fried wantons and fruits. Then we walked around the place looking for cheap deals.

Second stop was Arab Street & Haji Lane, the streets of goodies. House of Japan was rewarding with it's hidden jewels if you rummage through carefully. Bel's friend's vintage record store was dope with all the vinyls and sorts.

We chanced upon this pretty lil vintage store called Hoity Toity which stocked the most beautiful vintage bags and dresses. Best part, everything in the store has only 1 piece. I fell in love with this vintage see through dress. I swear it's so pretty. Tried it on and contemplated buying it but it was a tad bit too big for me. I really like the dress a lot. ):

Walked on to Bugis and rested our tired feet, feeding ourselves with diet Coke, the dopest drink on earth when you're thirsty. Hur. Then Jon came along with his Land Rover and we headed over to Mustafa for more shopping!

After conquering Mustafa, we drove over to Zouk to drop our shopping bags at baggage while blasting Power 98's Red Hot Mix and smoking in the jeep. Whee! Dinner finally at 2200 at some "Seafood Restaurant" a short distance from Zouk. You tiaos, hotplate tofu, broccoli, fried rice and hor fun and a pot of chrysanthemum tea. Shiokness.

Headed back to Zouk just in time for the England - Portugal match. YAY! Portugal won! The babyboo calls me a traitor just because I wasn't rooting for England like she and Bel were. I would support England if they played against any country but Spain and Portugal. Next round, they're up against France who surprisingly won the previous champions, Brazil. It's going to be one interesting match.

Our shopping stash at the end of the day:
Bel - A beautiful vintage bag, a t-shirt, a ethnic looking top, a Japanese robe, an anklet, a watch and a book.
Weed - A pair of denims, a t-shirt and suspenders.
Yours truly - A striped halter and a crocodile singlet.

Bel obviously won hands down with the things she bought but Weed and I were equally satisfied with our stash of goodies. ((: Next stop, handicraft shopping at Arab Street and Spotlight!

"Quaint shophouses and secret rendevous"