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Thursday, 07 April 2011

  • Dre, the Pregnant One.

    Me: It’s all your fault! Now I’m in PAIN! I need to see the doctor.

     

    Trainer: Oh yeah? So is it a boy or a girl?

     

    Me: Haha. Dunno. Too early to tell.

     

    Trainer: Really? Our last training session led me to believe that you were closing in on 7 months judging by the size of that stomach.

     

    Me: (…)

     

    Me: I HATE YOU! GO HANG YOURSELF IN THE SAUNA!



    Tough love or reality check?


    lol.


Wednesday, 23 March 2011

  • Lovely Lip Service or Bittersweet Confessions?

    Toi:

     

    "Oh I forgot to mention...

    I miss you a lot.

    And hearing you made me miss you even more. 

    Sometimes I tend to forget how far you are, and for some reason when i just talked to you earlier it struck me and saddened me. 

    But i guess it just another idiotic thought of mine. Anyway, les bisous."


    Moi:


    "Oh la la..
    I am definitely experiencing the sweetest awakening by being showered with such sugary words..did you do something naughty with someone else and you are now making amends to me with all this sweetness?"


    Toi:

    "Lol....

    Go to hell."





Thursday, 02 December 2010

  • Starbucks Hater Turned Permanent Resident

    In this time of being temporarily handicapped, I have taken up permanent residence in the Starbucks directly opposite my flat and the one behind my flat. (Why Hong Kongers feel it necessary to have two Starbucks within a 30 second walk away from each other, I have no f-ing clue).

     

    It is borderline DANGEROUS for me to be holed up in Starbucks, in this prolonged period of inactivity and sitting about doing nothing except for caring visitors popping up to have competitive races with my crutches and to poke fun at the way I now walk.


    DANGEROUS in a chocolate-swirled-mountain-of-whipped-cream-brimming-from-venti-gingerbread-latte-combined-with-mini-Christmas-log kinda way.

     

    Maybe tomorrow, I’ll opt for a tall-skinny-sugarfree-soy-latte and a salad.


    Just maybe.

     

    Or not.

     

    I’ll like to issue a formal apology because someone has a little bit more Dre to hold on to this Christmas, unfortunately.


    Sorry, dude.

     

    To think more positively, I feel like this added chub will help me fend off the snow and deep-freeze that I'll experience in less than 17 days. Being in Asia for this long, I think my body has been rendered incapable of withstanding anything that's less than 13 degree celcius as far as winters go.

     

    I hereby summon all  the powers of the universe to properly heal my lacerated foot before the last grain of sand passes through the timer so that I may once again find myself in 5 inch stilettos in snow before falling flat on my face on black ice.


    Excitement abounds in my run-on sentence.

     

    J’ai hate de partir. Vive les deux semaines de vacances d’hiver!!! :)





    I have THE best girlfriends EVER! Thanks for coming up to my flat twice this week to care after my stitched up foot, stuff me with sushi and give me good company till well past midnight even though you all have to work the next day! LOVE YOU GIRLS!


Thursday, 25 November 2010

Sunday, 21 November 2010

  • Redefinition of the word FRIEND for Webster's Dictionary:

    A true friend is one who willingly lends his menstruating comrade two chair stools: one for her to plop her naked and bloodied behind on while attempting to take a shower and the other one for her to prop up her stitched up and bloodied foot. This said friend will also heed a sign of warning: "You better bleach those stools before you give 'em back to me...just make sure you don't bleach your vag in the process."

    Tee hee. :)

    Thanks, Alex!

    Also, word has it that
    that a party is being organized at Hyde (the very same place where the incident happened and I was shipped off in an ambulance) this Thursday with free flow of Belvedere/Grey Goose as an apology to my stitched up foot. Ironic considering #1 I can't even walk. #2 My womanly instincts tell me someone's gonna drop a whole bottle of Grey Goose on my other leg this time around.

    My surgeon friend commented: "This time around, I'll make sure to bring my suturing kit!"

    Thanks, Amy!

    The moral of the story is this:

    Clubbing is dangerous. Please avoid at all costs. Go to raves or afterhours instead. Duh. I sincerely doubt that a plastic bottle of Gatorade or a can of Redbull can do as much damage. So yeah...RAVES, IT IS!



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