Moving
I've moved...in case you haven't noticed. This time it's looking abit more permanent.
exordinarily ordinary
I've moved...in case you haven't noticed. This time it's looking abit more permanent.
exordinarily ordinary
Rite.Tuesday night...stayed up until 11am(WEDNESDAY!!) chatting. How can this be happening? Worked till 9pm tuesday...arrived home, took a quick shower and pathetic dinner of kangkung belacan and rice.Went out at 11.20pm, talked all the way until 11am.
Jeeze.Called in work at 10am with the excuse that I had a pounding headache and had to rest a little before comming into work.Soo...got in work only at 12noon...worked until 9.10pm and here I am,blogging of all things!
Just wanted to remember that today, I have not slept at all. Amazing.And I am still alive...contemplating beer.
Lets just leave that for tomorrow...
Ahh...a perfect sunday night...with cherries on top.Perfect end to a perfect weekend,tetleys with very interesting company.
What is it that makes me tick? Or rather, what makes me smile and tremble inside with pleasure?
1. Anywhere near an island paradise
2.Strains of cafe del mar music
3.Bright brilliant sunshine reflecting off the surface of the sea
4.Swimming sea creatures
5.Roast turkey and eggnogg
6.Lemonjelly music
7.Lazy afternoons with starbucks
8.A warm, long hug
9.Falling in love
10.A wide grin just for me
Stranger things have happened before but here is a really good reason for guys not to pick chicks up when they're mashed to the tits:
There were 7 of us...three guys and 4 chicks including me. We walked into Finny's and I immediately noticed this bad shaped dude with a silly smirk on his face leering at me. Now, mind you, I am not the type to check the room out at clubs even though I club every single weekend. This dude...his smirk was just too silly to miss and I'm not sure bout everyone else, but I hate bein leered at.
Ok...whilst the rest of em were busy deciding which alcohol shall have the pleasure of conducting further damage to their liver, the three of us girls were standing with our backs faced to the bad shaped dude. I started getting reeeeealy uncomfortable,like as if he's undressing us with his eyes...so I pushed the girls to stand closer to the guys in our group, hoping that the bad shaped dude would notice that we HAVE company and buzz off.
NOOO....The moment we moved closer to the rest of the group, he immediately came over and introduced himself...asking me if I would like some JD or whatever. In my best "buzz off ya perv" voice, I sweetly dismissed him off. So, off he went, with his tail tucked between his legs....as he promptly returned his bottle for custody.
Now, what I dont understand is this. If guys are out there to pick up chicks, wouldn't it be wiser to do that while your completely sober so you wouldnt say something silly and your horniness wouldn't be so obviously plastered on your face? On the very same night, I got this line from another strange dude ,"Hi my name's xxx. This is comming from a *sober* guy, you have really beautiful boobs". WHAT THE FARK??!!
I need to learn how to just smack em silly.
Aaaaghhh!
I hate it when people play mind games. Maybe I'm not cut out for this..but arrgh sometimes it drives me so freaking crazy!
Why would someone ask you out and promptly "forgets" and tries getting you to go out in a group thing?
(Not even very clear about the group thing..just maybe we'll go out just me and you maybe we'll include everyone else.Maybe we would just not go at all.)
Why would that same person then casts second looks at you every single time you part?
And then why would he stand so very very close to you every time you speak?
ARRRGH MEN!