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Sunday, October 24, 2004

*unfinished, messy room*

*sheds hair*

*earrings all over the study table*

*unplugged radio, bumming uselessly in one corner*

raining on a Sunday. a cold windy night. with no cuppa hot low fat chocolate in sight. and no cinnamon buns, from aussie. at home. stucked in my jail.

Well let’s have a breakdown on happenings over the past two days beginning Friday and Saturday. My Sunday has spoke for itself.

Friday THE DAY – 22/10
Was down @ zouk with a handful of friends. Had invites to a double header event with the launch of Rhythm2, ZOUK’s second internationally released mixed cd and the introduction of its brand new weekly radio show, titled Zouk Radio. Could not stop yakking with Jeremy from the min he picked me up till he sent me back. Yet again, some moron stumped on my tiny toe and broke my pedicured toe nail. We had so much to catch up on – many lost private moments. It’s confirmed. Jeremy is going to the commando camp, come December 2004. With a dont-give-a-damn attitude, I certainly spoke mind though it’s not polite to bring in one’s thoughts in case of being an influence. Guess he can see where I’m coming from. Afraid to lose him. Afraid to become displaced without him. Afraid to be zonked out without listening to his huge pile of gibberish nonsense. I’ll run and take whichever ferry to come see you and this I assure you.

Samantha dearie/darling, constantly, went missing throughout the whole zouking night. She was running around zouk with my laughter, joy, chocolates, leaving Kelvin with the rest and me. Dearie, sigh. I helped you but it didn’t yield the best outta me. Sorry. Was waiting for val. Bumped into a gurlie friend - Popcorn. We are still as bitchy and raunchy as ever. Like always, we were squabbling, rebutting and exchanging lustful stares. Still waiting for val. ZQ was down, too, with Shirley. The four of us including Jeremy was gossiping and bitching over pitches of Chiva’s cooler, barcadi breezer lime and Vodka Ribena (a complimentary drink bought for canny and girls, only to find its way to our table). Still anticipating the arrival of val.

Saw Posha. Had a quick chit chat with her when her friend came over with a frontallabs.com photographer to take a snap shot! *click click click* Expecting and hoping for val to arrive to bounce over @ phuture.

But nah, was down @ phuture with eug n friend and zq, shirely and Jeremy. Had a plate of apple shooters (and Heineken and vodka lime, utilizing drink coupons) – which ZQ and I are still very much puzzled on the amount we’d to pay. Certainly, no idea why a whooping 108 bucks. Being a don’t-mess-with-me customer, I debated on the payable amount but lost the battle. I still remember the waiter’s face. And I still do.

Ta-Da. I see val. Yahoo! Didn’t manage to chat her up much. But we had fun boogie-ing, right, babe? Sam is STILL nowhere to be found. Amidst the dark, even. Usually, I can but just on this day I could not. Sam, my chocolates are with you. With permission granted, you can devour and feast upon them :p

As I blog, I come to think. How awful and stinking it has been for me having to leaving zouk or even wine bar for that matter, night after night, feeling magnificently high or pissed drunk. Somehow or another, I’m beginning to feel gross and nauseous to be in such state. I pity my liver. I apologise for my disgusting and despicable behaviour. Has my stand taken a turn? From I-go-club-to-wine-down to I-club-to-get-drunk?
This is something, serious, I need to get to the bottom and work things out. With my liver. Got to set an appointment with her. After freaking exams.

Saturday, the sorry Elaine day – 23/10

Jay woke me @ 11am, desperately trying his best to get me outta the bed to meet elaine. Boy, it was 2.40pm when I realized I’d to meet Elaine @ 1pm @ Millenia Walk, Starbucks. Holy cow. My hair went splitting and my phone went hiding under my pillow. Sorry Elaine. I overslept. That’s all I can say. Thanks for being so sweet coming over to my unfinished room, having done our mini assg. Hope you’d fun in this scantily dressed room of mine. The evening ended with dinner @ Essentitly Brews, Holland V with Kaffy. We had lots to chat on. From inconsiderably small matters to some serious talks. Well oh well, Head In the Cloud was good and it was worth taking the risk, watching an unmasked movie.

DruggedBitch @ 10:10 PM

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