sometimes i really don't know
why i should be helping my friends solve their problems.
it's their problem
why should someone else solve it for them?
call me selfish.
but i can only offer help to a certain extent.
the fact that so many of you expect me
to go the whole nine yards
just pisses me off.
i'm not your fairy godmother.
i can't just wave a wand
see some pretty sparkly glitter shoot out
and have your problems solved.
you want something
do it yourself.
stop planting your fat asses on your bed
crying and whining
and expecting me to do everything.
busy weekend this week.
the hotel room. okay you people, buy the lottery tickets now!
the king-sized bed.
big-assed bathroom.
i love bubble baths. they smell really good, and the warm water just relaxes you. i spent alot of time in there processing my thoughts.
i hardly spent time in the bed. which was really a waste.
libby and i hit marina to do some last minute shopping.
we hit paris hilton's burger joint. calorie-rich food galore!
libby's fish and chips. she refused to eat her normal fries and stole my criss-cut ones. hmph.
whooping big famous star!
we ran all the way from marina to far east.
and we were so bloody tired
we just collapsed in the hotel room.
but there was barely enough time for a breather.
changed out of our clothes into our clubbing gear
and ran off to meet abelyn and janice.
asymmetrical dress.
gorgeous peacock feather earrings.
silver pumps.
libby and me. doesn't she look so different with makeup?
headed off to momo as planned.
but it was packed with many "yalams"
so we decided to head to..
the oh-so-boring zouk! after the whole merry-go-round, we ended up at the club that was just right next to the hotel. utter waste of cab fare.
phuture had this streetwear party and i ran into chris there. bloody boring.
velvet had some party that saw many many old fogeys shaking their thing.
all in all
zouk was a major disaster.
if you think indochine's boring,
check out zouk on saturday.
gross trance music
and gross dancers.
there was mr white-shirt,mr long hair and mr fat guy amongst many casualties.
got really bored so i left first.
stayed there for 3 hours,
which actually says something.
only stayed at indochine for an hr the last time round.
and i realise
as my 18th birthday approaches
i'm getting bored of this clubbing thing.
it's just no fun when you're legal.
or maybe there's just no novelty to it anymore.
the basics today. i think it's time to start wearing my miss sixty jeans.
ate brunch with daddy and took a few random shots.
that's my plate of food! i'm such a kid within.
ate a hell load.
this overeating thing's really getting to me.
my daddy who was very nice about zouk. and he's extremely generous with me.
happy and satisfied me. and my skin's glowing without the aid of makeup. must be the fever.
my piano teacher's extremely kawaii snoopy fan from osaka! it opens up to a picture of woodstock saying hello!
my fave music mate. she's decided to quit piano and so it's her last lesson today. i'll miss you joyce!
waves hi to ashley
i love you.
-
danni blows a raspberry right at you.
[`6:59 AM]
-