Last night, a taxi driver lectured me on underage drinking... wtf. He's probably the one who's had too much. Had a grand total of one Bellini at R's birthday drinks. Uncle insisted that he could smell the alcohol on my breathe and he hopes that I can handle it. He also said I shouldn't be drinking at this age and that he hopes my parents are aware ( Read more... )

There's something strangely soothing about popping bubble wrap till your forearms ache at two in the morning.

I'm fuming to my ears. Taxi driver this morning was not only bad he was just clearly being a motherfucker antagonistic bastard ( Read more... )

This evening at hockey practice, I got scolded by my coach in front of the entire team for playing 'Pepsi-Cola' with another team mate.

And I thought I left that sort of embarrassment behind with the 11 year old me.

Papercut girl: So yes, of course I wasn't serious. Can't they tell?

Mr D: Sometimes I think your EQ is below deep sea level. (smirks and turns to check out passing piece of ass)

(Papercut girl goes quiet and picks up the next slice of sashimi.)

It's Wednesday and I really shouldn't be suffering the effects of the weekend past ( Read more... )

Cheebai. Sick again... it's been dragging on since before CNY and this week the flu really pulled out all the stops and landed gloriously. Spent my first friday and saturday of 2007 at home this weekend. Even mum was baffled to see me home at 11pm last night ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, not everything in life can be solved with teh ping and a couple of fags. Nabei.

Looking longingly out my window and wishing I could be sprawled on the grass patch downstairs with my book.

Had some kick ass lor mee at circular road with auntie and uncle PL, then an affogato with extra shot of espresso from ricotti. The world would have been perfect if I wasn't sitting here at my office desk.

It's a beeeeauoootiful sunny day.

If you have no idea, then how the hell do you expect me to know what the fuck the conversion is. CHEEEEEBAI.