J says i'm weird.
i think maybe because what i thought was going to be a trip down to geylang (yes, the red-light district) to pick the boy up, i was wrong.
when i mentioned i was hungry, he decided on eating there.
no doubt the food there is doubly yummy, you also need to be dressed proper.
i, was not dressed right and neng was too emo-ly dressed to be taken for a prossy.
shorts and all, i'll be perfect standing like a slut inbetween the lorongs okay!
then the fool-of-a-child had to let the whole lorong and his sister know what i said a minute before, 'I DON'T WANT TO EAT AT THIS UNCIVILISED PLACE'.
and the minute i parked the car, (i'm not saying i'm hot or anything) but being a girl and wearing shorts, every man at lorong 17 (a very long lorong by the way) was glaring at me like i was going to sell myself.
!@#$%^&*&^%$#@!.
spend your money wisely, man.
stuff yourself with dimsum and beer that you can find at every corner of geylang (seriously, joke)instead of spending it on prossy/s.
NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD.
i'd choose dimsum over sex anytime.
food trumps anything :)
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J's new phone, the N93i is a killer.
it can do this.
i like gwen stefani's new video, sweet escape.
has a lot of meaning to it and besides, the colours are fab yes?
blackwhitegold.
(okay, because my blog template's still squeezy, you're going to have to be a little less lazy than i am and click on it to watchhh)
if I could escape
I would, but first of all let me say
I must apologize for acting,
stinking, treating you this way
Cause I've been acting like sour milk
fell on the floor
it's your fault you didn't shut
the refridgerator
maybe that's the reason
I've been acting so cold
if I could escape
and re-create a place as my own world
and I could be your favorite girl
forever, perfectly together
tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
if I could be sweet
i know I've been a real bad girl
i didn't mean for you to get hurt
forever, we can make it better
tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
sweet escape
you let me down
I'm at my lowest boiling point
come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
come on, let's bounce
counting on you to turn me around
instead of clowning around for some common ground
so baby, times getting a little crazy
I've been getting a little lazy
waiting for you to come save me
I can see that you're angry
by the way the you treat me
hopefully you don't leave me
want to take you with me
look closely, listen carefully and enjoy.
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR.
cheers to gambling this week and more red packets.
AND, J LOOKS LIKE PARIS HILTON!
sometime's you really know how to surprise me.
first of all, hello alex.
i have a few things to say to you before anything.
one, have fun slogging it out at work from monday till thursday.
two, great attitude there and don't forget to tell the silver chairs to loosen up when closing.
three, you stupid fool because you left my slippers in the locker which i'm coming down to take because it's my favourite pair.
four, you better not be burning the litter bin with un-put-out ciggarettes or else you die.
but like i mentioned quite abit on sunday night, we all know who started the fire and extinguised it.
i seriously want to bring it up because it's an open-door policy!
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valentine's day and chinese new year, oh how exciting.
love and money, my favourite.
i've been thinking for quite some time, to get my right eyebrow pierced.
what say you?
more like, what say my father.
i need to do a little more persuasion and a little more time to really think if i might regret.
as for this minute, i'm dreading my 12 hour shift at work tomorrow night.
dread, dread and dread.
this is javier.
this is neng.
this is reza.
this is sheryl seah, awhile back.
i am feeling ultimately depressed at this very hour, minute and second.
(2:04:15, to be precise)
CCB.
not like anyone cares but maybe j, but i do because it regards to school.
just sometimes, school gets so heavy and you feel like a bloody soar loser who wants to quit and find other alternatives.
you'd think by finding a job, it'll be a lesser weight to carry and on top of it, you'll earn some moolahs.
then again, (i can't say i hate it but,) i don't quite enjoy my job on the weekends.
due to the lack of updating, i haven't mentioned that i found myself a decent paying job for the weekends.
i'll put in a few words; it's a night job, very exhausting and highly stressing.
there're the perks in the job, no doubt.
not like you need or want to know the perks or my schedule (to prove to you what i mentioned above)
fridays, 5pm till 530am.
saturdays, 5pm till 530am.
sundays, 8pm till 330am.
aiya, KNN lah because i'm very stressed right now hokay?
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i think i desperately need to talk to sheryl.
WHO BLOODY HELL DOESN'T RESIDE IN SINGAPORE FOR THE NEXT DON'T KNOW HOW MANY DONKEY YEARS LAH.
know how to upload the floor plan of your home which is don't know how many steps away from the swan river.
having fun there right, everyday independence day.
you better be aware that i'm working and with working, i am earning and by earning, i am saving and by saving, i am flying over to your residing country, australia.
i noticed in your floor plan, you had an available room.
THAT ROOM BETTER BE FOR MY FRIGGIN' EXHAUSTED LARD-OF-A-BODY TO SLEEP ON WHEN I VISIT YOU.
don't know why but today, i feel very far from polite.
i will not spill my rude beans out here due to certain circumstances.
oh, thank you sheryl for that reminding note on your blog.
"Clara, i just need you to know that you are being missed.
I miss crapping, getting drunk and nasi goreng with you.
Work hard at FashionBar."
i miss you alot lah, sheryl seah.