i was stood up last night.

what was meant to be a drinking session with the boys to celebrate Daisy's birthday was cancelled 5 minutes before the actual thing. according to lam, Daisy's girlfriend said that a lot of people couldnt make it (they promptly went to party with 'friends from all over the place'). why wasnt i invited to the party?!

unfortunately for Daisy's girlfriend, my gut feeling told me that the aforementioned situation might just happen so i drove - without the aid of GPS and glasses.

does nobody really care about my existence and feelings?

or does Daisy's girlfriend dislike me so much?
(since Daisy likes to invite me to indulge in vices with him in the middle of the night and not forgetting that she kicked up such a hugeeeee fuss the last time Daisy and i partied)





that aside, i ended up at Play with a bunch of awesome people and had one too many drinks on an empty stomach. The final kill was when i messaged the deejay commenting that he looked bored, so he invited me to the dj booth and the next thing i know, he chugged his white wine down my throat.

We spent the entire night giggling at everybody's awkward dance moves, Gaydos (weirdos), a bunch of boys and ONE girl making out with each other and this distastefully-dressed fat girl grinding gay boys (Joash told me he even saw her doing the BJ action when Ke$ha's Blow was playing in the club). HAHAHAHAHAHA.

i have also managed to stuck my finger down my throat to induce vomit, semi blackout, break out in cold sweat, sober up and drive myself home.















on a more decent note,

Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! HUAT AH!

Love 
(aptly explained by inotfat)

Pronunciation: /lʌv/

Noun

A fictitious concept used to give believers the illusion of commitment and happiness. Currently the most effective weapon known to mankind for breaking a boy's heart. 

Shares the same fiction-grade as unicorns, easy diets and good policies by George W. Bush



so Poops whatsapped me out of the blue, 'Wei, are you dick over chick kinda friend?' 

i gave it some thought and figured that the deciding factors, Dick, Chick and Activity, are equally important to me. 

these are the 4 scenarios that i came up with:

1) Activity is something that i would reallyreally like to do so it doesnt matter if i am doing it with a Dick or Chick. it doesnt matter if i have to pangseh the other person. as long as i get to do my thing, not a single fuck is given for that day.

2) Dick is somebody that i am potentially interested in, so i might pangseh Chick (who is not my close friend).

3) Chick is my good friend and i dont like Dick, Dick loses.

4) if i have an equally vested interest in Dick, Chick and Activity, i will just turn to Poops and ask her to decide for me. 



in other news, 9gag is such a soul sucker!

the frequency of me choosing the comfort of my bed over hanging out with people has reached an alarming high. i thought maybe i am really becoming an office aunty and starting to withdraw from society but it struck me today that i am actually that ALTERNATE FRIEND to many people. say, if friend does not want to be a loser and be caught dead staying at home on a friday night, friend will ask me out to drink, to club or just to be seen in town.

say, if i want to find friend to hang out or to do something that i really want to do, friend will either bail or want to do that something with his/her non-existent special half.

it is always about them, and never about me. to strip it to the harsh truth, i am the space filler. therefore, it is no wonder that i would rather go home to sleep than to go out with people nowadays. 

i cant remember when was the last time someone has sincerely asked me to go to a museum/concert/movie/musical/something-that-i-would-really-like-to-do because they thought of me and wanted my company. this leaves me envious of people that have it easy because all they have to do is to whine about having no money or say 'i reallyreallyreally want this' and pfft! they get what they want. i confess that i am being a fully riped sour grape here.




to stop beating around the bush, all i want to say is:

dear friends, if you have nothing better to do, do not ask me out either.