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Monday, January 29
Phlex.
Wow, you are really rather amazing. (Okay stop stop STOP!)
Born Yesterday.
Just quit okay, please?
Really, you should stop me now.
Amidst the flurry of completely unrelated events that have spanned the past few weeks - tied together only by the fact that I experienced them - I feel strangely unlike myself. I've given out two Free Hugs to date, shouted a perky "Hi, Glenn Ong!" to Glenn Ong, gotten a bad girl haircut (read: not ah lian), searched Far East for something I lost before, witnessed with almost unnatural sadness the defeat of Manchester United against Arsenal, and most recently, allowed myself to indulge in something which will almost certainly lead to a great downfall in the near future.
Just you wait for it, Cheryl.
Bunchabeauties.
1) Get skinny.
2) Get skinny jeans.
Popjustice!
Check Madge out.
Mocktor.
You know, I think its time I got to know some gay boyz. It's just one of those need-to-understand kind of things.
Champagne for my real friends.
Party's over, finally. I was not so much tired out by walking around Clarke Quay in heels and a dress trying to sell polaroid shots and party tickets, as the endless begging and message-sending I've been doing for the past week, trying to get people to come down for it.
Time to dump the fake buddy-buddy aura. *Shudders*
Still, thank you very very much to those who did come down, or at least attempted to - it was very much appreciated! I realise it wasn't exactly the most happening party of the century, but at least the tequila was worth it right? (And save a shot for me next time, please.)
I suppose having Fergie's voice incessantly pounding into your ear isn't exactly the most ideal time to be pondering about the deeper questions of life - but the boom of the bassline is surprisingly adequate for such thoughts, especially if you're particularly sober from a meagre glass of whiskey coke. So there I was, swaying my tired aching feet to the music, smiling like I actually felt the groove - and not feeling the tiniest bit satisfied. Perhaps one of the only things that made it all better is standing right next to me in that photo above [; Aww!
Yeah so, back from a party in which I had more polaroid shots then tequila ones, I'd say the night passed by in a flash, if you know what I mean. Oh ha ha.
BAWL.
Hmm, I wouldn't stoop to the point of begging, but I would greatly greatly appreciate it if you guys could come down and support it. Okay whatever - I'm begging.
Cherylitas.
Today was another mixed-up kinda day.. Just the kind I like. It's akin to a very refreshing and sated Pina Colada - a blend of unlikely ingredients that produce a rather spankin' good taste. Some light rum, coconut cream & juicy crushed pineapples. Ooh, yum.
But now for my own delish dish.
Firstly a dash of VJC, lightly shaken because we don't want to crush them, do we? My sister's first day in junior college. Time to sprinkle on some cute guys, eh? Results not guaranteed for this one, but take a gamble anyway.
Next, a rather heady dose of Boggle booze - just to make your mind a little wild. After this, certain side effects may come into play - namely hallucinations of never-seen-before words drifting about aimlessly in your head, and of course the rather raucous jangle of the solid-white ice cubes. Just bear with it, we swear it goes well with the drink!
To cool off the heavy effects of this one, we suggest a slight tint of Good Live Funky Blues (compliments of our whiny bartender Ariel), blended subtly with a good selection of powdered Cheap DVD (we recommend MJ's awesome $8/disc deal!). Note, choosing the right ingredients to pander to your specific taste may take a rather damn long time, but we promise it's worth it!
So you're probably feeling a little drowsy, but it's alright - take it all in. It's probably the Heart Of Worship Files mixture acting up; something we daringly stole from the famous Matt Redman. Kinda makes you want to get up and do a little dance, doesn't it.
Excellent.
Time to spice things up with a few rounds of BAY shots. On offer now are our renowned delights - Gab-on-the-Beach, Bloody Kel, SanJoel's & Aaron Walkers. If these shots aren't quite enough for you, there's always Time Crisis - but we warn you, it's quite a killer.
And, if you happen to happen to have the time, take a swig or two of our Free Hug liqueur the day before and let the taste really sink in! Trust us, the warm tingly feeling inside lingers for quite awhile.
Now, add a spoonful or two of Cream of Cheryl, and we're all set!
Drinkup, friends.
*Clink*
2007,
New year, new haircut.
Emopunk is in!