Rainy Day Girl

Sad as a story, my rainy day girl Sat on her hands in a saccharine world

Sunday, December 28, 2003

No turkey, no parties, no wild orgies for me this year. Ho Hum... Oh well, can't expect too much from life can we? It's bound to end up a disappointment... wait a minute... damnit.

I hope you had a Merry Christmas, or a tolerable one at least.

Get ready to make the New Year resolution to not make resolutions... The next time someone says that to me, I punch them.

Mine are coming along nicely. I shall reward myself for keeping to 2003's.

If I don't manage to do it on time, Happy New Year all!

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

FWOAR Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.

Yay yay. We watched it, we likes it. Our Precioussssssss

Sunday, December 14, 2003

~~ Birthday Shouts ~~


Happy Birthday Mel!

Happy Birthday Nguan!

~~ It's not your birthday but it might as well be Shouts~~


ORD LO! Edmund and Andy and Walter!

*Go Shorty it's your birthday. We're gonna party like it's your birthday!*

Congrats guys
Zouk on a Saturday used to be a guarantee of excellent beats and eye candy. NOT. *giggle* Oh well. At least people around me got drunk enough to keep me entertained. DJ went crazy with the WOOSH last night too. Not funny.

Thought: Wire up main platform to electrocute the fugly bad dancers.

Also, what happened to Batman? I miss his unique style of interpretive dance.

Getting too old for zouk now. Yikes.

Saturday, December 06, 2003

Bliss is satay specially delivered to you at midnight after a casual food craving mention *beams* Yummilicious!

I could get used to this.

Remember boys and girls, the magic word is not "please", it is"now"

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

What happens when you've got too much time on your hands, a kitten fetish, a propensity for loud music and garish colours?

You get something rather good.

Shit is Good is good.

Monday, December 01, 2003

One week of being short haired and I'm in bedhead hell. Everything's standing on end as I type. It's kinda funky, but GARH! I think everyone around me hates it, but are too polite to say so. Except for my brother who tells it like it is. Eg: Eh, what's up with your hair. *look of horror and revulsion in eyes*

Meh. Wedgie boy is still sleeping. I'm making dinner tonight for April and Andy. We'll have some roasted garlic and tomato dip, fresh baguette, smoked salmon pasta and I'll open a bottle of wine if April's not driving.

Will head to the poly clinic for my referral letter in a while. Need to rip the sheets off you and harrass you awake.

BANZAI!