Archive for December, 2007

The most erratic human on earth

I am actually crying myself silly right now.

Right after breakfast.

I feel so silly.

And it is out of nowhere.

So scary.

I think it is such an incredible year.

It really is.

Sleepless for 28 hours

I am still standing strong after 28 hours! Which includes a long trip to Punggol for work in the hot and humid weather for 9 hours(poor feet).

And then, going to Plaza Singapura in the rain.

And then waiting for the girls to finish pedicure.

And then getting scare the wits out of me(I hate loud sounds!) while watching I am Legend. My 2 companions have bruised arms now.

And then dropping by a friend’s place for one of my companions to pick up his books.

And then supper. Supper which lasted for… 4 hours.

And then phone call which lasted… 4 hours. I think I found myself a new, nice friend.

And now I am on another call.

I wish you well, I really do.

I am half contemplating of not going anywhere and just sleep through new year. I have this feeling I am so gonna sleep past 1am if I sleep now…

I must blog before 2008

I have shit loads of pictures to be uploaded.

And if I stop going out and reaching home at 6.30am, I might just have a chance of loading them and blabber all the things that had happened in the past 2 weeks.

Uhm.

Oh.

I think I do enjoy having nice chats over drinks(coffeeshop drinks) into the night, rather than be showered with plenty of affections.

It was a night of Transformers talk.. which ended up to a form of obsession. Giggles.

I watched movie today. I er, did a job today. I er, pretty much was confused today. When I thought I was like all alone in town, everyone is everywhere!

I have been awake for 24 hours and I still feel like I don’t need to sleep.

Can someone remind me to blog bout today(which is actually yesterday).

Okay.

Night.

Good morning, world!

This is usually the time I would sleep, but I am actually up at this hour. And I was woken up by a single, silent, beep.

And since I woke up till now, I have uploaded pictures to facebook, tagged my friends, and even surfed a little.

Now, I am even blogging. I have not even put on make up.

I have packed. I think I am going to be freaking stoned for the day.

Oh dear.

And if you think I am going to be late, it’s not me. I am still waiting for my delayed ride.

Meeting the girlies

I mishhhh potato so much! She now really looks like potato cos she is covered in pox marks.

I skipped a party(and the chance to meet cuties) to join her and the girlies for dinner, before we ended up at JD’s place for mahjong therapy.

My phone didn’t survive half the night before the battery went died on me.

Luckily beloved JD has Motorola charger.

I am so not going to survive tomorrow judging from the time now, since I probably have to wake up in less than 4 hours time.

Oh.

I feel warm and fuzzy again today.

Which… is not exactly a good thing, you know?

Sometimes, I wonder if I really do enjoy dating. It is such a double-edge sword at times.

Sometimes, maybe all I want, is just a solid friendship, where people bother to find out who I am, which I sorely miss, this year.

This year, has been amazing.

I look back and am glad I found my closure as it draws to a close.

It is nice to be gigglish again, but then again, I am not sure if I am exactly glad where all these are heading.

And then the number 1 sign I ain’t ready for dating - I gave the wrong number again!!!!

And it happened after the last time when I gave someone I had a crush on, the wrong number when he was in Singapore for just a day. Thank God for MSN, or else I would have missed meeting up with him(the previous crush).

And… I DID IT AGAIN?! I was delirious(still semi-sleeping) when I saw the message and I called back, and made an utter embarrassment of myself when I just slurred through the conversation.

I. So. Shouldn’t. Have. Done. That.

His friend called me up to tell me what a booboo I made. But.. it’s just so typical me lah.

Oh. I will be at Punggol tomorrow selling lubricants.

I know what you are thinking but it really isn’t what you are thinking.

Think cars, engines and there you have it.

Possessiveness

I always thought I am the sort who needs a bit of jealousy in a relationship to justify the fact that I am wanted.

And then, I realise not.

And then, I realise I don’t need anyone in my life to tell me what to do, to try to control me.

Because, I have gotten used to not being so.

And then, I know not what had gotten to me. And then, I grew fucking afraid.

It is scary.

Almost stifling and exasperating.

And then, I realise I really don’t like it.

Pom pom tiao x 2

Oh.

Be still my heart.

My heart pom pom tiao, you know?

Oh shit.

Pom pom tiao a lot you know?

Oh my God. I am giggling like a school girl and feel like banging my head on the wall.

Be strong my heart. Be still.