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ASF
A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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not that we're happening
ASF says:
we're still newbs at clubbing, but we're getting there
WFP says:
hahaha
WFP says:
we're getting there
WFP says:
keke..
WFP says:
yea
ASF says:
wahahaha
ASF says:
machiam like we're getting pro
ASF says:
when we've only been there like exactly ONCE
WFP says:
dats y!
WFP says:
wahaha
WFP says:
okay..well;..... at least we've been tehre
WFP says:
there
ASF says:
yea at least i wont get embarrassed when im old and my grandkid asks me if i've EVER been clubbing before and i have to say no
WFP says:
wahaha
WFP says:
yea lorz
WFP says:
true
WFP says:
hehe
WFP says:
tell them u pro ah!!
ASF says:
wahahah yea i could probably go 'Ah Ma that time damn HIONG one ar, i tell u!'
ASF says:
then my grandkid will probably pengz silently
ASF says:
at the hiong ah ma
WFP says:
hahahhaa
WFP says:
WAHLAU
ASF says:
and maybe aihuat will just roll his eyes
ASF says:
and go, 'sianz she's bragging abt her exactly ONE clubbing experience again'
WFP says:
hahaha
WFP says:
yea lorz
WFP says:
i can imagine that
P.S. Eh. I've only been clubbing once, but I damn pro one, ok!
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2. Watch more Chinese dramas online
3. Start mass-posting random, rambling, incoherent posts
4. Change my blogskin. For the 594752034th time.
(and countless other random stuff that only a deranged bored person would do. And I would never tell you, so there)
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Bored people can be scary. Veeeerrrry scary.
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So I got bored and went on a blog-surfing spree again.
That was when I stumbled upon a blog that I used to read fanatically when I was still studying in Aussie back in '05 - a time when the word 'blog' was still new, bloggers who could churn out posts that were witty, funny and above all, readable existed, and bloggers with bad Singlish had not invaded blogosphere yet.
It brought back a flurry of memories. Of Adelaide (oh how I miss you, Adelaide), great beer, my schoolwork, my great times with my labmates...
I went on to visit all the other blogs that I had read - and it felt strange, when I realised quite a lot of the blogs I loved reading had either been deleted, or neglected (just like mine, but my blog's totally insignificant, so it's OK). Some made their blogs private. Others would blog sporadically, but their posts are now reduced to mainly random one-liners, cryptic musings and rants about their boring, routine lives in general (hmm, sounds familiar - wait, I do the same thing too!... Damn).
Frankly I have no idea what's the moral of this post (if there's any, in the first place). I'm bored, remember?
On a sidenote, I installed Snapshots, since it seems like every Singaporean blogger has one, too.
Bohliao, you say?
Eh, I was bored, you know.
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For the past few days, I've been searching for things to buy on Etsy. I'd type in a specific keyword, say, keychain, and then plough through every single item listed out, which is, like, 5000 items?
Yea, my obsession's that bad. But hey, this shows that I've got sheer determination, right? Right?
And worse still, it seems that I've suddenly developed a liking for girly stuff - you know, pearls and glass beads and the like - things that the old me would rather die than to be seen in possession of. (OMG, what's gone into me?!)
Oh well.
Anyway, here's my latest (and I sincerely hope, last... for this month, at least) buy from Etsy.
It's a laundry pin with a swallow charm, complete with girly beads and pearls (what else?). I plan to use it to hold my keys. Yeah, people use keyrings, while I'm using a LAUNDRY PIN :D
Hope I won't poke myself to death or something.
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Anyway, my friends and I decided that enough was enough, we need something to spice up our lives and widen our social circles.
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We decided to go clubbing.
For the first time in our 27 years of existence.
(yea, go ahead, laugh all you want at these...swakus)
I'm not gonna blog about what happened, since my mind's working like cold sludge right now, and frankly, I don't think anyone would be interested to know:
1. how traumatised I was when the bouncer checked all my friends' ICs (we're all of the same age), but refused to check mine. Wow, that was a great way of telling me that I don't look young anymore. Sob. I NEED MORE FACIAL PRODUCTS, DAMNIT!
2. that we went to the retro room and saw this creepy uncle (complete with a psycho smile) who kept dancing line dance moves with a young lady (who was either intoxicated, or suffering from a serious case of incoordination, because she kept stumbling and go weak at the knees), and refused to let her stop. I don't know why, but I felt extremely disturbed.
3. that there was this guy on the dance floor who kept nodding his head (and slapping everyone else with his waist-length ponytail), flailing his hands and doing kungfu moves; and he had this geeky-looking mate who only knew how to dance by doing strange hand movements without moving his feet at all.
And no, I didn't see any cute guys at all. Apparently, good-looking, rich and successful men do not visit MOS.
While we were there anyway.
So much for
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Anyway, I'm thoroughly enjoying my long weekend right now, doing what I love most, i.e. wasting my life sitting in front of the laptop watching dramas, reading blogs and
I bought a pair of gorgeous earrings...
...and a pretty darn cool-looking handphone charm.
It's been a long while since I've felt this way, but right now, I'm feeling contented and at peace... until I check my bank balance, that is.
Sigh.
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