like a darker shade of me...
apparently thin and frail was so last season...
so now to complement spring summer...
which in singapore...
is...
spring and summer...
365 days a year...
tanorexic is the new anorexic...
need a tan...
but the though of just lying in the sun...
baking, and roasting like a tub of lard...
wasting 4 hours of your life 'tanning'???
are you freaking kidding me???
while other already tanned bods are sprawled all around you...
not to mention sand in your ass crack...
tanning seems like a sport on its own...
a competition to look good in a swim suit...
a competition to see how looks like an idiot laying there playing dead...
a competition who gets the most exposed to uv rays...
a competition of who gets toasted the fastest...
a competition of who roasts the longest...
tanning is a sport...
a sport of not for the faint hearted...
just thinking about tanning is making me burn...
oh well am exhausted at the amout of work needed to look like a plasticated pvc-fied skin/leather...
i think frail/ and pale suits me better...
had clorine's birthday party...
a party it was...
segmentations of guest...
questionable part songs...
party music...
clorine's desperation to play musical chairs...
with a bunch of seriously over aged friends...
hey...i was there for the food...
oh yea...and clorine too...
02 people are naturally nice...
they're people you can actually talk to without having to read under what they say...
worry about what to say to them...
and basically think that any second they might just turn around and bite you in the ass...
clorine...
as much as i love you...
i swear to god if the next party you host has even the slightest hint of musical chair...
someone's gonna get hurt real bad...
happy belated birthday hun...
you're legal...
so as usual...
denise, mirza and i went to liquid room for drinks...
and just really hung out...
and guess what...
we have so much in common...
its pretty shocking...
mirza to me has always been a odd ball, over tweezed, a cross between a ah beng and a mut, and hopelessly bimbotic...
and now...
mirza's a odd ball, overly tweezed, mutanation between an ah beng and a mut, and hopeless bimbotic, but with a HUGE heart....
had a blast, just chilling...
something that i've not done in a long while...
am gonna help out ang mo kio service centre this weekend...
its been way too long...
and i've sorta ran out of excuses to not attend volunteer's sessions...
just suppose to take care of little devils... opps... kids i mean...
little balls of joy, laughter and tears...
oh so much of tears...so much...
not form them...
me...
thats the problem with kids...
they can sense fear...
and break you done mentally and physically...
because they don't curse and swear...
all their other senses are heightened...
and they'll single you out...
drive you away from the pack...
zoom in on you...
and attack...
little angels with balls of joy...
don't you just love them...
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