I HAVE 80CM TO WRITE BUT I CANNOT. i am drunk, btw. have been since er, noon. cos i went to interview wine shop owner and he gimme damn good wine so i greedily and shamelessly drank two HUGE glasses then when i got up i swayed.
i am so unprofessional. my mother would flog me. hi mom. if you read this, the previous paragraph was a lie.
ok that was written yesterday and i got bored so i stopped. today is... the next day. and i still cannot write article leh. journalist's block. so loser.
wed night, went for some o' that good ol' teh tarik with long lost neighbour aka xavier, whom i haven't seen since i very unceremoniously crashed a bike in front of him two years ago.
he was talking about 'dare or don't dare' and i didn't know what the hell it was until he said 'no. 4 girl very hot' then i realised it was... 'deal or no deal'. aiyoh.
thursday was dinner at coffee club with felicia and melissa cos stoopid bitchrice felt that ntu ranked higher in her list of priorities than three lonely ex-classmates. thanks, friend.
but pls. THE EGGPLANT PARMIGIANA THERE IS CHAOCHAOCHAOCHAOCHAO GOOD LA. PLS GO THERE EAT I WILL BRING YOU AND I CAN EAT IT AGAIN AND YOU WILL FAINT COS IT IS SO GOOD. it is... eggplant and cheese and tomato sauce. how not to like ah. how.
me and felicia each wanted one dollar coin so we put extra 2dollar note when we paid up in the hopes that the waiter would return it in 2 onedollar coins... but he didn't. dammit.
shit la i cannot stop thinking about eggplant. it haunts.
felicia told us bout her pets, which are insane. the hamster mother ate all her babies, and her male lovebird is gay and henpecked. he is now called... a fearbird. this is cos felicia possesses an incredible amount of wit.
and tonight, potter session with nat and naomin! stupid sk is somewhere not near, so whatever. we're orderin pizza. whee.