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happy friday everyone. this year sure has flown past. the last time i posted here was on march 28 2005. that's a good year and a half ago.
i compared this blog to a fling, so now that i'm posting here again, does that mean i'm ready to revisit this fling again?
nah...flings, at least those with actual people and not a blog, just aren't meant to be rehashed.
if anything, they should end on nice civil notes and be buried deep and let maggots and worms and mother nature do their job. hypothetically speaking anyways.
jsut came back from coffee with Sue. in the midst of going back through time, i remembered the details of the rooms of boys, right down to smells and minutiae, yet my memories of those people are a little more than fuzzy at the edges already. i dont think i'm very detail oriented and perhaps in my mind, these people are insignificant in the grand scheme of things hence it has chosen to just remember the environment and not the people who've made those environs as such? [confused? yes so am i]
another rationale could be because i never got to really know those people [and vice versa], i was curious about their personal spaces because rooms are indeed very telling...?
is this how girls minds' work? very intriguing...
alright i better stop before i reveal any more and it's bloody time to get down to doing my graduation project which is due...oh, TOMORROW.
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| i've finally got round to creating a new blog for myself.
not that xanga isnt cool or anything, the smilies rock. but i felt likei was cheating on blogger all this while and it's high time i return toit's comfortable system.
i know i said xanga is where the cool kids are, and that still standstrue but blogspot is where the coolER kids are. like xiaxue.
ok, i jest.
but xanga's like a fling, at the end of which, we bid each other adieu and say it was fun while it lasted.
however, i will be keeping xanga just in case something happens to thenew blog. so yall know where to go should you not be able to find thenew one anymore, yes?
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| we decided, last night, to jump off the bandwagon and give guerilla a miss, rationalising that it's just gonna be another night of dnb.
and also, i'm not ashamed to admit to wanting to stay home to catchthat episode of the simple life where even more antics of those two obscenely moneyed ones are screened. i'm a shameless simple life fan and lurvin' it.
although i think it should be renamed Nicole Ritchie's Life becauseParis does nothing but pout and preen; miss ritchie's the realshowwoman on tv, and also, basically, the whole title is such a grossmisnomer because apparently the girls made their hosts' lives evenharder. money, embodied in the two, is indeed vulgar.
stop press: before i forget, i found a cooked worm, the type youfeed to fishes i think, in the tofu that was languishing in my lontongwhen i broke off a piece. makes you think what else are you putting inthat orifice huh. also, why make a big fuss when people are seenchomping on bugs on say, fear factor? we probably ate our boogers whenwe didn't know better, it's proven that we eat bugs, albeitunconsciously when we sleep with our mouths gaping wide and 'waiter,there's a fly in my soup' jokes just aren't that unrealistic no more.
before i end this entry, i'd like to mention that with the intention ofblogging, i typed in b-l-o-g-s-p instead of xanga before catching myself, that's akin to screaming out an ex's name in the throes ofpassion innit?
oh wait. another thing. i have to relive this little anecdote i hopeisn't too personal to be mentioned here, it's just too amusing to notbe shared. no names shall be provided of course.
i heard from a close friend that a friend of hers, in a serious bout ofhomesickness, blurted out, 'oh, mommy!' while being carnally pleasuredby her boyfriend.
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| the words haven't been coming to me much these days.
i suspect it's because :
(a) i miss blogspot and i'm still mighty sore about the hacking. [sue, please do me a template again?]
(b) zaihan's practically living with me hence reducing time i spend on the net.
(c) i do nothing but sleep then go out and party.
(d) all of the above.
anyway, i realised it's been a while since i've written about a night out, like i used to previously.
so about last night, it was a blast of atomic bomb proportions. it was,
for a large part, a girls' night out with pam, noodle, nisa, farah, me.
that it was a girls' night out contributed largely to the blast because
farah and i don't have many girlfriends to hang out with like we did
with the others. repercussions was initially too chichi to enjoy
properly, too many people standing around, nobody dancing or willing to
work up a sweat in the dismally ventilated warehouse, too many people
just there to be seen too. but of course, with these things, the number
of eye candy is proportionate to the chichi factor. needless to say, i
was cruising on a sugar high for the most part and of course, standards
get lowered when alchohol hinders your judgement for the better part.
disgruntled, we walked back to zouk where i and nisa chilled and
chatted over hotdogs and margaritas. good times. it was the first time
i had actually sat down at winebar and i have to say, it's a bloody
boring place. everyone was just sitting around.....and sitting around
somemore probably not wanting to rub their yuppie, bmw-driven shoulders
with us teenyboppers.
and it was back to the warehouse for us, where the atmosphere was
vastly improved with the sight of people dancing, better music than
when we got there and more drinks. the party ended at a disappointing
3.30 instead of the 4. ironically, it was organised by the heineken
folks. see, i was right by not liking beer. who really needs a beer
belly hmmm?
that's all. i don't feel like completing this entry that i've been trying to finish up since 11 pm.
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| hello again,
if you're reading this, good on you for having some sense to come back here since you've prolly encountered that 'url not found' notice whentrying to go to spun-sugar.
it was prolly hacked into and happened very quickly because one minutei was idly surfing the net and got one of those emails that you requestwhen you lose/forget passwords and such, yet i wasn't anywhere nearblogger.com. i immediately got to changing passwords to my emailaccount and the blogger account but apparently, i wasn't fast enough.
and all i wanted was to make some changes to my blog, not bloody get rid of it. be careful what you wish for, kids.
enough talking. a better entry next time.
this has bloody ruined my already mediocre breakfast of mee rebus.
off to delete and burn files in preparation for reformatting.
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