I need to lose my temper, raise my voice and shout across the line, just to let you know that you cant have your way all the time.

This is so childish.

But if this is the only way to deal with you, then I'll be childish.

When Gwen was still in our team and Imodels still Park Mall, we used to crash in on Ladies night and Sat nights (and sometimes Friday nights) to St James. 5 shots and cranberry vodka, then 30 minutes over at D.fly for the performance and back to the dance floor at Powerhouse.

30 minutes on the dance floor, times up, back to d.fly for performance.

Thats our routine. Or....thats MINE routine, enforced on willing parties =)

After avoiding that place for a year, back to the scene with a different group of people. The China bands are gone --- improved songlist, better bands, and my favourite girl dancer cut her waist-length hair.

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I typed a thousand words of blog, deleted a thousand words of blog, just to realise this.

Dammit.

I missed him.

The weather's real bad in Singapore these few weeks. Grey skies.

Tomorrow's Zicheng birthday!

And soon after, it will be Patrick's, then Davania's, then Christmas.....and 2009's officially gone. Gone gone gone.

This is a short year huh. But if I dictate every single meaningful happenings, its should be longer than last year's.

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After KTV last saturday, dropped by @ Gisela's bazaar behind Arts Museum. Real cool and lots of cheap grabs......would have bought more if I had more cash on me. Can somebody please invent portable NETS machine for outdoor usage?

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Supper at Allson Hotel's kopitiam, the night with the team ended in a ...erm, very disturbing conversation. Between work and personal, there seems to be a grey area that I always land myself into, perhaps I should really pull myself away and be less sensitive about everything anything. Or, the easiest way out, to learn the Art of spacing out & ignoring the awkward silence from Ms Giena Ee.

No sarcasm, I really mean it.

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Gwen and I used to push, punch, smack, bang each other to the wall and thrash out at the corridor when Imodels was still at Park Mall. The result to this is --- Gwen has alot of bruises and I have alot of broken bones.

Lol.

After Gwen left, my muscles are transforming back to fats because Ms Giena Ee refuses to join my style of "work out".

Its okay, I have a new fighter-girl.

I've tested water. If she bothers to strangle me, I WILL DIE.

FOR SURE.

I am starving again!

The way I eat nowadays are h.o.r.r.e.n.d.o.u.s. Either I get hungry every hour, no wait, make it 30 minutes....or I just feel wierd if my mouth's not chewing something.

Was at the KTV last saturday, I just sat munching and nomming away for an hour without realising. Looking at this pictures....this is ridiculous!

There are more (Giena and Wendy upload LOADS on facebook!), but thats enough.

You asked for my opinions, and I gave one.

You may not like it because most of the time I don't say things you like to hear. You expected it anyway, I believe.

I may be wrong, correct me if I am. I am telling you all that not because I feel the urge and need and power or whatsoever to reprimand, but I trusted you to understand that I am just exercising what a friend should do at times like this.

I don't say beautiful nothings, I'm a capricorn, darling.