t's visit

sep 22 06

cain-ed! t's night out before her bday celebrations. yeah that messed her plans. everyone was drunkaroos. good thing i didnt get too wasted. had work the next day. YIKES. i hate my early morning starts.

insomnia

so anyone who reads my blog will notice a common theme. alcohol. last night was my first fri night back in singapore. and the fact that it was my first trip to yan's the butter factory w my girlfriends just spelt trouble in bold. hmmmmmmm. you know what. there's actually not much to report considering i forgot abt half the night. BLACK OUT alert. yikessssssssssss. i lost my cell phone. it was my extra one w the american sim card inside so i'm not that upset. still have not told stel abt it. think she would FLIP, considering i had already lost the battery to my current cell phone. how did that happen? don't look at me. anyway, after getting BUTTER-ed, we went for karaoke. ok i rem being there but i don't remember much of what went on. alcohol is the devil. yeah i think my last memory was abt 3. and i was out till i think 6 or 7? i don't know. ok whatever. just pity the brain. was just trying to rem what i drank. had 2 shots with dione to start the night. then had some vodka soda. then i got a bottle of whiskey cos i miss drinking whiskey and green tea. then aston bought me 2 shots. there was sparkling wine involved. k downed some whiskey straight up. fuck this. why bother. too much too fast. that's all i can say.

yeah and stel forced vivien to wake me up at 1pm. eeeeeeeeks. not good. well i was fine when i woke up even though i had to force myself to eat cos stel would get upset if she saw i was hungover. so i ate alot. and i couldnt go back to sleep cos i had a massage appointment. ok i thought a massage would be nice but hells no. felt like puking after that. goddddddd. it was bad. whatever, i got through the day. had dinner at hu cui. or is it called fei cui. i can't remember. ok the permanent damage has started to set in. whoops.

went to pat's house after dinner. sigh. she's leaving on mon. how sad.

spent the night on msn after till 5am. what a nimbus. wasted sleep time talking to shirly and annage. haha.

time to get cleaned.

cowabanga amigos.

re: alcoholage

so slight correction, we finished 3 packs of ciggarettes, not 2, between us.

dinner last night was great. crystal jade siao long paos. DIG them. my rgs crew was there. was good seeing them . everything's pretty much the same. a few job switches here and there. jiali got her eyelashes permed. haha. they looked cute. oh, pat is moving to china. that made me realize that we're starting to be adults. not sure why.

met up with ned and serene and andy at coffee club after. serene gets married next year. we are indeed adults now. the topic of marriage isn't just a conversation piece, it's reality. meet yan at balcony after. 24 hour bars should be banned.

today was pretty much uneventful. massage. jacqui for tea. mum at airport. dinner at hua you or however you spell it. love that place. back home.

knackerville.....

alcoholage

yikes. the liver might be in serious danger. met up with yan last night. sobriety fails when we meet. between us we had at least 4 jugs. thank god the mum was out of town. she would have freaked out at my 730 home arrival. make that a FREAK with a P-H! let's see the damage:
alcohol: 2 jugs + a glass each + a beer
cigarretes: 93343 sticks. i'm not joking. we finished 2 packs, excluding the packs we already had. think if i smoke anymore i'm going to be a fire hazard.
bill: i don't want to think
sleep: 4ish hours

oh well. whatevs. had a great great time. was awesome talking to her about shit. yan, you rock sista.

ok so before i forget. i watched 4 absolutely great movies on my flight home. so if you read this and you're taking sq 21 from newark to singapore, please watch:

singapore dreaming
little red flower
los 2 lados de la cama
for horowitz

ok off i go now. i'm proud of myself. 2 blog entries in 2 days. PROGRESS. pat on my back.

alcoholage. eeeeks.

vitamin D

finally. a whole calendar later, i'm back home. its been the longest i've been away. i smell the humidity, i itch at the ezcema, i see the greenery, i hear the accent, i taste the food and, of course, i meet the loved ones. being home hasn't really sunk in. everything's been happening too fast. damn it. my life needs to stop being such a big rush. arrrghhhh.

ok just saw myself in the mirror. WOW eyebags. like wow. uh, hello. why should i be surprised. i prob averaged 5 hours of sleep or less over the last week. we need to have 40 hour days. fuck mondays. fuck reality tv shows. fuck the internet. fuck eating. fuck all the poisons. fuck emotions. fuck work. fuck friends(hahahaha. yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. nah this one's not supposed to be part of the list but thought it funny to say) ok i need to stop. but you get my drift. there just isn't enough time. guess this means einstein's theory of relativity is true; the older we get, every second of our life becomes more and more insignifcant that time just seems to pass by faster. ok so i really shouldnt be writing more of this blog. i have the long messy hair, the pasty white skin, the eye bags. now i just need to get anorexic before i nail heroine chic. which means i should go out now and get some freaking sun.

singapore. word.