I have 5 mins before I need to leave the house to meet the gang at ngee ann city. oops. rush rush!

happy day. heart only twanged twice today!but for two different things.

love dee. boston beach party! polaroids!

kindaa disappointed about smtg. but still excited about smtg anyway.

reminded that I am likeable. keep forgetting that people do not find me ugly and weird!

· P is for Pee. · says:
hahaha how'd u find my blog!
arvinddd says:
HAHA maybe cos it was your nick!!???
· P is for Pee. · says:
OMG IT IS
· P is for Pee. · says:
OMG YA IT IS
· P is for Pee. · says:
OMG I DIDN'T REALISE IT STILL IS

Sometimes, I'm so stupid I surprise myself. Haha I find it funny that all three of my sentences start and end with the same word.

Read giantbug.blogspot.com for my updates on work!

Anyway. Been missing my friends terribly. It's like I didn't realise how much I missed them until I met up with them again. Haha. Now where have I heard that before.

Smrit: I love you.
Me: I love you too.
Smrit: We like, love each other.
Me: Yeah, we're like, gay!

We went to a gay club after that. Haha. Our entourage was by far the sexiest and most gorgeous in the entire club. Don't forget best damn dancers. ;) It was Zul's bday gathering and I think we frightened all his friends away by 10pm during the dinner. Or maybe 11pm. Then we were left with the brave friends that we all know and love (you know who you are, you fabulous people). Bartender wanted to make friends with Jade and me at One Rochester but we couldn't find him at the bar (haha nonsense bartender) so we left for Brewerkz upon which we played I Have Never to get drunk ASAP. I was, however, drinking water. :) Sorethroat so bad I sound worse than Macy Gray.

Hadri: I know what we should do! We should sing songs because you cannot sing along.
Me: ...
Hadri/Smrit: (begin singing Macy Gray songs)

Many secrets were revealed that night, that perhaps should remain as secrets. But they've been revealed regardless, and that's one skeleton out of that closet in my chest, and a lighter burden on my conscious.

I have had to edit this entry like a million times to take out all the R21 bits. Wow. When I leave out all the R21 bits my night sounds almost boring. I'll just stop blogging about it then. Haha. Maybe one day when you meet me, you can ask me about it. And if you're pretty I'll tell you.

I don't plan on loving people, hating people, missing people or not missing people. But I do. And it's kinda funny, all four things make me feel the same way - like someone twanged one of my heart chords. This would be mildy (morbidly) funny if you know the anatomy of the heart. A dull ache that reverberates.

Well here I am, being honest on my blog again. I feel like I'm cheating on Diary. In my diaries, I write like they're letters to Diary. My imaginary friend. Haha. Remnants of my disturbed lonely childhood. And I always ask her for advice, that she'll never offer. But it's okay, because she's just supposed to listen. Here, it's like I don't know who I'm talking to and sometimes it feels rather lonely. Like I'm just talking to myself. Which I am, since I don't publicise the blog much. More remnants of my disturbed lonely childhood. Haha.

There's so many things that I would love to blog about, but can't because they're personal! Like I need to get it out of my system. ;alkdsjfilofbnkjdglvbjm,xn

Oh the frustration.

I'll just go call out some people then. I love meeting friends. Especially if they're pretty.