Month: June 2006

Internet, my room and new toy.

I am blogging from the comfort of my own room. Yes, the Internet has arrived. Having no Internet connection was tough. Everytime I need to find out about something I had to either call someone or look in the newspapers.

This is how excited I am about Internet.

My new room is my sanctuary. I really love how things have come together. Remember when I didnā€™t have a bed? This was what I put up withā€¦

Makeshift bed.

And this is how my room looks like now.

All I need now is a bedframe. Maybe not?

Iā€™ve also gotten a new toy. Itā€™s black, itā€™s cool and itā€™s got a camera. My 1st camera phone to be honest, Iā€™m such a technophobe.

K1m is L33t.

Not looking forward to Monday. *Groan*

Traumatised lahā€¦.and some update.

HORRIBLE PICTURES. Iā€™M TRAUMATISED LIKE SHIT.

Why the hell did they choose the most unnatural looking poses ever?

Claim to fame because of that? ROTFLOL. Please. OMG, please!!!!

What about the part where I explained why I blog? That Iā€™m an armchair pundit and my blog is a means for me to write my stories and pseudo political argument? Sighā€¦.afterall is my 5 mins of fame, whatā€™s there to complain? Right?

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My new apartment is damn on. I have 6 floor to ceiling mirror panels as doors to my walk-in closet. Yes, I have a bloody walk-in closet. Cry now, girlsā€¦

I havenā€™t gotten a bed yet though, so Iā€™m currently using strategically arranged sofa cushions as a mattress. But yeah, the mirrors more than made up for the lack of bed.

Have. To. Get. A. Bed.

My housemate is a riot. Weā€™re getting on really well and Iā€™m already burping in his presence. Currently blogging from his laptop as Iā€™m still wondering whether to get a pc, laptop or use my old but reliable computer.

Things are getting better now, Iā€™m not as homesick (cried my eyeballs out the 1st few nights) and work is certainly interesting. Yes I had uncertainties but things are just ironing themselves out. Iā€™m glad I got this job.

So some may I ask where I am? Iā€™m sorry, I canā€™t tell. Those who know, please, please, please do refrain from mentioning the place or my job in this blog or anywhere on the Internet. This is for both professional and personal reasons, Iā€™m sure you understand my situation.

Anyway, got to run. Will not update as often as I like, but Iā€™ll try.

Carnage at Carnegieā€™s.

Went to Carnegieā€™s for ladiesā€™ night. Ladies were given 4 drink coupons at the entrance. Apparently it has a good list of house drinks but itā€™s not like I knew how to enjoy it. I had one Heineken and was basically high on it the whole night. The rest of the coupons went to waste because alcohol elitists like FA and Suan would rather pay for big pints of Hoegaarden instead.

The place was infested with SPGs. And I mean stereotypical, straight out of the textbook kind of SPGs. Long straight hair, slightly tanned, mini skirt/tightass jeans and a little skimpy top with the bitchiest expression (to other women anyway). Mostly hogging the bar area waiting for balding, pasty white men with beer bellies to buy them drinks. The bar was so crowded itā€™s so gawddamn difficult for me to get ice water to dilute my Heineken.

We were at a bar table located right next to an elevated platform where more tables were placed. There were two girls seated just in front of us. At first they were having dinner and talking to each other. Fine. Then two old white men with the most horrible set of teeth stopped by their table and chatted them up. Wah, started to giggle like hell already. Then two more SPGs joined them. I tell you, I think these girls work in a team.

Not long after, the four SPGs started dancing. Gyrating their hips from side to side, durrrrrrrrty dancing with each other to the delight of the two wrinkled pasty men. At one point, one of them even sort of flashed at the perverts by undoing her cardigan.

Ok fine. I was more than a bit tipsy after consuming one bloody glass of Heineken, my legs were numb and I was just chilling. Suddenly, a wave of coldness enveloped me. Stupid SPGs shook their hips so hard they managed to topple the table and spilt drinks over me.

Instant soberiety.

The SPGā€™s heads are deliberately painted smaller to indicate lack of grey matter

They were still giggling. I screamed at them, ā€œI THINK YOU OWE ME AN APOLOGY, Iā€™M DRENCHED!ā€. Then one of them offered me a half-baked apology which, to be honest, I wasnā€™t in a good state of mind to accept. I swear I was about to stomp up to the platform and punch them in the face one by one.

The culprit. I took this picture because itā€™s got Paulā€™s name. Notice the SPGs at the back.

Didnā€™t stay very long after that. Danced a bit to get my mind off my jeans which felt really heavy on my numb legs. It was a fun night nevertheless but Iā€™ve only worn my jeans for 2 days and now I have to wash it againā€¦tiu.