If you would like to stage a mutiny against some of the more known bloggers in the blogosphere, here’s your chance.

Most of them would be away for the weekend for some wedding dinner in my home country, and wouldn’t be around to flood the field with their knowledgable insights to their profound thoughts and fulfilling lifestyles.

I joked to VampTreSS how we should have a bitch-fest on each and everyone who wouldn’t be around, posting expose after expose just for the sake of cheekiness.

Before they could even know what hit them, we would them retract all posts, and feign all innocent when the poo hits the air-conditioner.

I thank God that this did not happen during New Year’s eve, or else there those Singaporeans not around already, who is gonna sign me in to the party with their pink identity cards?

I thought of asking a few ex-classmates of mine to bring me along if such a suggestion is taken up by the government, but I just realised that they are PR and not holding pink identity cards.

*Gasp in horror*

Time for me to butter up to more Singaporean friends if I wanna chop a place in the count down squad in the future.

And oh, buttering up.

I am surprised, ya know?

I am not sure if I would ever invite people who bitch fervently behind my back, and despise my attitude with a passion(which doesn’t fall into how you don’t agree with your friends’ odd peeves) to my wedding.

I certainly hope those who I invite wouldn’t have such brilliant acting skills that I fail to see how they might not be truly happy for me, but is just whoring for the attention to be seen at some kind of event.

I mean, if I fail to see through one or two, it’s alright, but when it’s a handful of people… and I have to invite them to my wedding, then I think I might be stuck in some kind of pathetic situation.

Not because I have no friends(tsk tsk, I am not insinuating that), but because, I am inviting people who never really wanted to be my friends to begin with, other than for other benefits they could reap from me.

But, who am I to say?

I can’t differentiate my frienemies either.

Alright peeps, I gotta stop here.

4 hours of LAN gaming has done some really nasty thing to my system and it sucks.

I was on the worst bus ride of my life, and it spurred on the nausea.

I was seeing men in camo gear hiding behind the trees on the road divider.

I thought I heard gunshots and voices breaking up by radio frequency.

The monitor is now making me pukish.

I am happy. I can actually remove my jeans without unbuttoning it, which hasn’t happened for the longest while.

I shall make squeezing into my old pair my new year resolution.

And, last but not least, having 2 weeks of PMS is a bitch.

Real bitch.

And I am talking about myself and my snappish outbursts that are morphing me into a real cranky bitch.

2 weeks of discomfort, swollen boobs, aching back, bloatedness, decreasing appetite, tiredness, and screwed up hormones.

Not exactly the ideal person you wanna hang around with, I can assure you.

So, updates tomorrow, then.