spent WAY too much time twitterfalling the aware egm; honestly it was like watching cirque du soleil, except better. incredibly fascinating. sorry i blame the hour i don't think i can type coherently anymore. but suffice it to say: WHEE. sg rocks, we are not apathetic, et cetera.
clomped out of the house to meet hw at tamp 1 to get sy's presents and dithered for over an hour trying to decide whether we should get her something completely scandalous, including a series of prize-winning ribbons (think ribbons for BEST PIG at a farmshow or something) that had, emblazoned proudly across their overpriced but utterly unabashed exteriors, "best butt"; "hottest chest" etc etc.
dunman! how few our numbers :(
the jenna to my skada aka salsa queen, who was also so lazy she called her bf to fetch her home. WOMAN WHERE IS YOUR INDEPENDENCE. and hahaha wth edeline said she's still damn freaked out by me cos of my skada role. what laaaaaa what did i do man other than swing a "sword" at random people in bad makeup. mine, not theirs.
joyeux anniversaire simyee ma chere! dix et dix et un! merci beaucoup pour la invitation et un tres bonne nuit! AND SEE YOU FOR HAWAII. (i need a better name for that).
eurgh. so doomed for consti law yet all i can think of is friday and swimming and/or teo heng/kbox/icon! wthhhhhhhh. tuesday go OUT. wednesday platform and/or run. thursday dance and/or run.
caught jason wade singing one of my favourite lifehouse songs of all time on channel v. ahhhh.
on a sidenote blonde moment of the day: i couldn't break a small enough piece off my dark chocolate bar so i threw the whole thing on the floor. now i have dark chocolate powder. -_____-
i'm like a sunday morning, you're like friday night