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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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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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