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4:22 PM
Grr Grr and GRRR. hi. Tis been a rather unproductive [unless that intensive few hours of completing newswriting was counted hha], and I've fallen prey to more vices than I should have, including overdosing on really rich, fattening FOOD. AND ZAYAR CALLED ME THUNDERTHIGHS ZOMFG THAT BITCH ANGSSSSTTTTTTT GRGRGRRRRR. HATE HIM FOR LIFE I SWEAR. hahaha. Currently suffering from damn-i-forgot-where-all-my-money-went Syndrome, no cure for that anytime soon cos I haven't been working much this month, booked an 8 hour shift next wednesday but NO. I FORGOT WE ARE SHOOTING OUR DEMO SHOW THAT DAY. ]: and for some strange, very odd reason, I forgot I have RadioHeatwave on wednesday too. heh hehh. Germaine/Shaun/Cedric better not see this, they will castrate me I swearzzx. hahha. So THUS. I cancelled all my shifts. *diess. But amidst this activity and being caught up in the merciless vortex of schoolwork and whatnots, the never ending journey of uncertainty and strangely captivating swirl of events never fail to hold me by the chokehold; and this is why I need the weekend to come. This week felt ever so foreign to me, and oh how I need those good old people to ground me back in sanity and... morals? Or not. HAHA. Oh woe, weekend do approach me now, please and thank you.Shu Ching and I! She izzz great company when Frolick alone
can't appease my angsty state in the HEAAATTTT at holland.
Hokley dokes gonna bounce and try to fight these droopy eyes [that are longing for sleep zommg]. laterrrrrrrr.
9:58 PM
ButterFactory
Insanely exhausting and psychedelic night with Abi, Justin, Jill, Xuan, Marcus, Jehanne, and respective people's boyfriends. ha. Pretty much a spontaneous plan, with a horribly long queue, and the awesome gift of spots on the Guest List. Qudos to Inq Leon for getting me (and in turn abi and marcus) on the VIP line. [thaaank!] Awesome music, great crowd, good drinks, ever-wonderous company. Getting a little soaked in the rain and spending 6 dollars cabbing from Fullerton Hotel to Fullerton One [HAHAH ikr], then finding the underpass after that was definitely not cool, but the night worked out just great eventually. Walked out at 4am with sore, aching legs, numerous people sprawled around the outside washroom [pukefest to the max eww] and cabbed back with Justin, who decided to be one prodigal son and return to his friend's chalet at changi whom he had left for butter that night. Was made to wake up for church this morning, [not that i even slept a wink for some reason], and now im here. Still aching. This is pure proof of how unfit I am. Contemplated a swim just now but well, it has failed. Nice job.And Roxanne, I'm sorry but I CANNOT stop laughing at the strawberry cutting theory. HAHAHAH. We chug yogurt together for thrills soon and get brain freeze and die k thanks bye<3
Teh fuhrigging end to a draining weekend.
8:11 PM