<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/23228831?origin\x3dhttp://voluptuouschic.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Tuesday, November 18, 2008

It's not about taking sides.
Friday,
Work.
Head down to Clarke Quay to meet Chris and Rina, dinner-ed at Mac. DblO the night away with shots and booze, sashaying the night away. Bak Kut Teh for supper afterwards, we were the centre of attraction, for the laughs and loud conversation. It's hell loads of photos, so well, you know where else to view them. Oh! We made it to youtube too!














The bunch of troubles that made it through the crazy night.



Saturday,
Work.
The Pump Room for booze, breaking the record, i stayed for less than an hour. After the bore, movies at Allesandrea's and some here and there short naps on that squeezy couch. Dawn's breaking, head home to catch some winks before i wake up for the next day, oh wait, by the time i got home, it's already Sunday morning.

Sunday,
I only had 2 hours of sleep before dad woke me up to shower and prepare to head to JB. Took a bus from my place, didn't take us much time but the Malaysia's customs had dreading long queues. Brunch-ed at Secret Recipe's, my lasagna was only filled with minced chicken and tomato paste, wasn't satisfying. Everyone in the family bought something, i only had my share of tobacco and pampers. It was a last minute emergency that called for it, i had to grab my sister to run down to Watson to grab it off the rack, it came a tad too early which left me unprepared. I think my next trip back there should be a fruitful one.
Half a day there and back home, when i thought i would grab some sleep, once again i got hooked to my computer and never fulfilled it.
Dinner-ed at Al-Ameen and some light booze.

Monday,
Before i put on my slippers and head out, the gloomy sky and dark clouds were already greeting me from the balcony. I merely brushed it off thinking it would only be a drizzle, so i brought no brolly. Just when i boarded the bus, it started pouring heavily. I couldn't afford to be late for work, empty handedly brisk walked in the pouring rain, every heavy drop of those drenched me completely, as though i just came out of the shower clad with my clothes.
Dropping off my bag, i spent some time in the restroom, under that hand dryer blowing dry. And you know how it feels, to be drenched and immediately after, in an air conditioned place. For the rest of the day, i was just living in the refrigerator.

Tuesday,
Work.
A temporarily different location today, and they don't have a computer. As the clock ticks, i just read magazines and some DS for 10hours or so. Closing shutters was a lil bit of a hassle, mom bought lunch over for me. Not much of productive work today.

No matter what you say about love, i keep coming back for more. No matter what you say about life, i learn every time i bleed. I can't waste time, so give it a moment, i realize nothing is broken. No need to worry bout everything i've done, live every moment like it was my last one.