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Sunday, April 16, 2006
It was raining cats and dogs today, Uncle B decided to be a real wuss and stay in Bedok because he was afraid he would be crushed by the water droplets which were 'as big as watermelons'. -_- Eugene was nice enough to drag his clubbed out butt to come meet me at starbucks. We had some coffee and I indulged in my most favourite Starbucks drink, Iced Caramel Macchiato, Yes! Running over to cineleisure I was drenched to the knees (ok, I exaggerate, ankles maybe, but it totally soaked the cuffs of my skinny jeans :(. Looked like some drowned out water rat.
Anyway, seeing as I haven't updated in a week, here is the low down. One minute I'm unloved and unwanted, and the next minute I've got too much to handle and have to spend my time letting people down gently. Ok, maybe not so terribly gently because I'm in general quite a self-obsessed person. At the Tiesto gig there was the juggling of party favours, childish admirers, friends and needless to say, my own sanity. The way I dealt with R was by snapping at him. I asked him if he was disgusted with me, just for dramatic effect, but sadly to say, he wasn't. He told me he would like me no matter what but seriously now. I turned my back to him and just sweated it out with L. Tiesto was not as good this time round we have agreed. We were all of us totally munted but it was good fun nonetheless.
I tell myself never again, and I've got the effects to keep me at bay for the next few days. My jaws are hard from the subconcious clenching,and I was the walking undead yesterday having not been able to sleep for 24 hours. I snuck L into my house that night and we lay in bed with him moving around the place waking me up every 3 minutes.
Yesterday M opened a bottle at MOS and there was just alot of bumming around. Uncle B was mesmerized by the dj's computer in charge of the light effects. 'Eh',he said to the computer lady,' you click smoke,then where's the smoke'. She proceeded to click smoke and a series of diffused haze jets sprayed over the room. 'Then, what's the difference between Haze and Smoke?'. Eugene and I were totally cracking up. At the end of the night Uncle B hopped on his pale green scooter that was way too small for him and scooted off into the night. Tres cool.
I am now watching some crazy action flick packed full of cheesy one liners, but the best bit is this scene where both action dudes are trapped in a room full of people who've had one face lift too many and the only way they can survive is to have fresh body parts transplanted onto their faces. Creepy beverly hills plastic surgeon walks up to female captive and grabs her breasts before remarking, 'by god, they're real!'. So much for an action flick.
Anyway, seeing as I haven't updated in a week, here is the low down. One minute I'm unloved and unwanted, and the next minute I've got too much to handle and have to spend my time letting people down gently. Ok, maybe not so terribly gently because I'm in general quite a self-obsessed person. At the Tiesto gig there was the juggling of party favours, childish admirers, friends and needless to say, my own sanity. The way I dealt with R was by snapping at him. I asked him if he was disgusted with me, just for dramatic effect, but sadly to say, he wasn't. He told me he would like me no matter what but seriously now. I turned my back to him and just sweated it out with L. Tiesto was not as good this time round we have agreed. We were all of us totally munted but it was good fun nonetheless.
I tell myself never again, and I've got the effects to keep me at bay for the next few days. My jaws are hard from the subconcious clenching,and I was the walking undead yesterday having not been able to sleep for 24 hours. I snuck L into my house that night and we lay in bed with him moving around the place waking me up every 3 minutes.
Yesterday M opened a bottle at MOS and there was just alot of bumming around. Uncle B was mesmerized by the dj's computer in charge of the light effects. 'Eh',he said to the computer lady,' you click smoke,then where's the smoke'. She proceeded to click smoke and a series of diffused haze jets sprayed over the room. 'Then, what's the difference between Haze and Smoke?'. Eugene and I were totally cracking up. At the end of the night Uncle B hopped on his pale green scooter that was way too small for him and scooted off into the night. Tres cool.
I am now watching some crazy action flick packed full of cheesy one liners, but the best bit is this scene where both action dudes are trapped in a room full of people who've had one face lift too many and the only way they can survive is to have fresh body parts transplanted onto their faces. Creepy beverly hills plastic surgeon walks up to female captive and grabs her breasts before remarking, 'by god, they're real!'. So much for an action flick.
She Is Electric X 11:45:00 AM