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  • Jul. 9th, 2008 at 3:33 AM
I would like to have a stable career so I'll be able to afford a penthouse a nice apartment smacked somewhere in the heart of the city with furniture straight out of the pages of an ikea catalogue. And because I'm really greedy, I also dream of owning a Nissan Fairlady since it is, in my arrogant opinion, the prettiest damn car ever made. 

Hahaha, dream on, Amber Fear! Oh well.

And if I ever get married (and I hope I do), I would like to live in a quaint cottage in the woods, with white-picket fences and a small, furry dog, where I'll raise my children ( Doi Doi and Bai Bai Pretti and Handsem) like animals and hope they don't end up fucking cows.

Please don't sue me for advocating bestiality. I love animals. Really!

















Okay...maybe I love them a little too much.

Lalala. Sigh. School starts in a week. =( Here comes too many assignments and too little sleep. I know you heart uni too.

On the threshold of yet another sem.

  • Jul. 8th, 2008 at 4:28 AM
Argh, my new timetable sucks.

I have classes from 9am - 5pm on Tuesdays and a two-hour break between classes on Wednesdays. So depressing.

Results will be out on Thursday, I think. Man, if I pass all my units, I swear, I will go to church every Sunday. I promise! I'll drag Seng Seng along too! That's two people in church all for the price of one person's good grades! Worth it, no? Though of course, I will only show up provided I didn't spend the night before clubbing or having sex or doing whatever fun things people do before they get too old to fully enjoy life.

HO MENG YEN IS NERVOUS, CAN YOU TELL?!!!

Scatter-brains.

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 9:24 AM
-My boyfriend's parents want to have dinner with me. God help me!

-Apparently he'll be away for four days next week too. I'm going to miss him so much.

-As will my dad. Yeps, coincidentally, both my dad and my boyfriend will be out of the country next week. Pray-hope my daddy gets home safe, considering the dodgy locale he'll be heading to. =(

-I feel like making cupcakes.

-I want that freaking bag I saw at warehouse last Saturday!!!

-I want more dresses! I am all for striking, bright colours now! Red, shocking pink, emerald green - bring it on! I'll still stay away from yellow, light blue, and orange, though - they look so wrong on me. I am so done with black! It's so safe, so boring, not to mention that just about every-freaking-body who walks into a club wears black. And I'm not an emo, angst-ridden teenager anymore (since I am now an emo, angst-ridden woo-man)! I'm growing older and I need bright colours to make me feel young again! Woo hoo, no more black for me!!!! (unless it's lingerie la...)



Blood red is, in my arrogant opinion, possibly the prettiest shade of colour there ever was and ever will be. =P

-I need new lingerie, a sports bra, and a wallet. Damn it, at this rate, I'll be eating grass by the end of the month.

-I think Imma go sell my flat ass at Jalan Ampang just to fund my shopping expenditures. Hohoho!

-I went clubbing four times last week. Hahaha. That's a personal record.

-I still feel like baking cupcakes. Chocolate or vanilla? Hmmm.

-I love my body. Probably even more than I love my Seng Seng. Who makes me smile every time I think of him. Four days without you would be torture, baby! Then again, I'll get four whole days to fool around with other guys. Muahahahaha. But baby if you go find a new girl hor, I will do what the girl did to Kanye West in the video 'Flashing Lights'!!!! Muaks muaks!

The End

  • Jul. 4th, 2008 at 5:12 AM

I hereby declare that this is the end of my clubbing career.

I have been clubbing at least twice a week ever since Joe got back in December and frankly, I've had enough. Sure, I love getting drunk, and even as I'm typing this, I'm semi-drunk, but I'm done with clubbing, folks, believe me, I am done. It was Poppy on Tuesday, Euphoria on Wednesday and Maisons on Thursday - it was all fun, sure, but I have more important things to deal with now, like my (long-forgotten) academical endeavours and my one and only baby Seng Seng. 

Yes, Mr. Compulsive, you are more important than clubbing to me, way more, and you know how much I love to club. But you know what, I'm prepared to leave it all behind - the liquor, the drunk-dancing, and the random encounters with strangers whose names I won't even remember outside a club -  if it means I'll get to spend more time with you.

There's never enough time for us, never enough. Seng Seng I miss you so much. =(  What wouldn't I give to lie in your arms at nonce? Sigh.

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  • Jul. 3rd, 2008 at 6:05 AM
- Maisons is closed on Tuesdays. Hitting Poppy on a Tuesday is pointless and scary, even if you're there just for the liquor.

-I've gained weight from the excess of comfort food I stuff myself with. Now I'm a blubbery mess. Fuckety-fuck. Hahaha. No more burgers and roti hawaii at 4am for me.

-There is nothing I loathe more than people who cancel their plans with me at the very last minute (translation: FFK!). I went to Euphoria with just one guy, can you believe it?!!! Everyone else I asked ffked me! CHEEBYESSS!

-I HEART EUPHORIA!

- I need to say that again, I HEART EUPHORIA!!!!! I heart everything about it, the lights, the atmosphere, the spacious dance-floor, the music so loud, it shakes up the floorboards! AND IT'S SMOKE-FREE TOO! YES, PEOPLE, YOU CAN'T SMOKE IN EUPHORIA! WHEEEE! HAHAHAHA. The only downside is that it's too expensive. A bottle costs about RM500 and you can only bring in three people with that! And the cover charge is RM40. Sigh. It's worth it, though. If I had the dough I'll probably be there every week. Sadly I don't, so I guess I'll have to settle for Maisons/Poppy instead. Then again, I'm not that into House music anyway (I'm an avid R & B fan, because I am shallow and therefore enjoy listening to generic, populist hip hop music), and if I'm not mistaken, the Ministry of Sound only plays House music, right? *comforts self*

And it's time to sleep.

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