Yes, i am having a mental block. I wonder how do writers do it. I mean write. It's not as easy as it looks. Everytime i sit here at the silly computer, i get a mental block. But if i was lying in bed trying to sleep, my brain goes into overdrive (hence, the insomnia part). WHY??? And of cos, i do not have the pc then, or neither do i have a pen and a piece of paper. Wat the hell would i be doing with them in the dark??!
Oh, i am having a mental block.
Gosh, it's a Friday nite (ok, make it Saturday morning, u anal people!) and guess wat your's truly here is doing? Yah.. blogging, DUHZ!
Wat do normal people do on a freaking Fri nite? Catch a midnite show with a zillion other people? Go dance themselves silly in a disco? Gorge themselves with supper at Newton? The usual stuff i guess. Wat DO Singaporeans do on a Fri nite? Someone told me in the afternoon he's going for a 'nite mountainbiking jungle romp', how's that for interesting? Ok, definitely NOT something i would do.. but then again... it's something different rite? :P
U know wat i wouldn't mind? SHOPPING!!!! Everyone all together now... 'YEEEEEEEEEAH!' Why do shopping centres have to close at 9pm? Isn't there a more sane time to close? Like, never? Hahahaha...
The damn cat below my block has more life (not to mention sex) than me! Grrrr.... Now if i could just get it to shut the f up... Hahaha...
Yup, this post has absolutely no point to it.. cept that i just wanna say.... I HAVE NO LIFE! :(
Why do we need to go through the same kind of *&^#$!^&%* shit every day?
Sometimes i wish i could just say byebye, zhai jian, sayonana, cheerio (or watever language u fancy), leave, disappear, never to look back, never to return. These days the urge is getting stronger and stronger....
One of my favourite escapism fantasies when everyone and everything (yes, i do seriously mean EVERYONE and EVERYTHING) is getting on my nerves is to live like a hermit on some desolated mountian top with just my cable tv (hey, a gal has to watch her fave soapy dramas rite?), my laptop (well, i said i didn't want people bothering me, doesn't mean i didn't want to bother people!) and of cos, my handphone (wat can i say? I am a gal, i need to talk! Hahaaha.). Occassionally, a copter will fly pass and drop a carton of 'neccessities', filled with food, water, alcohol, chocolates, magazines, clothes, toiletries and wat not. With all that electrical equipment, wat am i going to do for electricity u say? Well, throw in one solar energy generator! There! I am set for life! Yah rite.
Wat about shopping centres, u say? Well, there's always online shopping rite?! Now, if i could just give them my shipping address... haha..
Hey! It's my fantasy! Can't i even be happy in my own fantasy?? Damned!
God save the Queen... i think it's more like God save me... then again.. God's too busy to even know i exisit... Sigh.
God, i love alcohol. But it's been ages since i got wasted.
I remember that i used to get wasted almost every Friday and Saturday night since i was 18. Those were the good old days. Zouk, China Jump, Madam Wong, were my frequent haunts. I prefer China Jump cos the music is good, the dance floor is big and it's at Chimjes! Wat more can u ask for? Zouk's good for potent drinks and Madam Wong.. that's where the pretty people hang out. But of cos, that's like a gazzilion million years ago, well, to me it is (that's how old i actually feel).
There's this Christmas that i particularly remember.. It was xxxx. I was with a bunch of friends at Zouk. 6 gals and a few boyfrens. We ordered 2 jugs of long island tea for us gals. The guys had their own drinks. 6 gals, 2 jugs, no problems rite? WRONG! My 4 other galfrens apparently had their own ideas of drinking, which is actually SIPPING! Ended up, just 1 gal and me had to finish up the 2 jugs! Gosh, that's like 1 jug per pax! No biggie u say? Well, not if u do it within 1 hour! By the time we were done, we were so wasted! Yah, seriously wasted. Ok, i still seemed fine (at that time, but of cos, that's not the end of my part of the story) .. my galfren got it worse! A little while later, she went to the Zouk toilet to puke her guts out. She was practically hugging the toilet bowl refusing to leave the cubicle. Oh yah, guess who's the one who was with her there? Yup, me truly. I had to kinda sheepishly explain to the other gals queuing for cubes that my galfren is seriously wasted, please forgive us for hogging 1 very preciously cubicle. Some of the other clubbers were very nice, they actually came over and asked if we were ok, how was my fren, etc.
U know how it is when u have been downing alcohol, refusing to stop dancing until the very last minute when your bladder is going to like explode and u rush to the toilet to find one very loooooong queue of gals all standing with their legs crossed? Yup. 1 cubicle can be life or death in that kind of situation.
So ok, after she finally puked everything out and could get onto her 2 feet, we left Zouk.... Here comes the fun part... MINE. The guys were also tipsy so nobody drove (see, we are all good citizens even back then, if u drink, dun drive). We took 2 cabs back to a fren's place to bunk over.. I said i seemed fine rite? Well, 'seemed' is the key word here. In the cab, i started to feel queasy, bloodly cab uncle was driving like a race course driver, i guess he tot we were all wasted and needed to get home in a hurry. But it didn't help my stomach! And all the turns and bumps did nothing too. The whole trip from Zouk back to Pasir Ris, i was trying my best to hold it all in. And then the inevitable happened... when the cab stopped at some traffic light in Pasir Ris (yes, i was that close), i had to open the door and PUKE! Luckily, it was like 3am in the morning and there were no other cars around. I dun think other cars behind would appreciate stopping for me to puke. Haha. That's not all to the story.
So, we got back to the house. And i still looked fine... went toilet and all that.. then guess wat? I laid on the floor and started HYPERVENTILATING! I was convulsing on the floor.. my frens were like 'wat the fuck??' Luckily, 1 guy was a medic and he took a plastic bag and asked me to breathe into it. Ok, anyways, i survived. Guess u have never heard of hyperventilating when one is wasted. LOL.
In short, I am a shopaholic, alcoholic, chocoholic insomniac and part-time nymphomaniac. Yes, it's true.
Is shopping better than sex? Definitely! Especially when it's done with someone else's money!
Is booze better than sex? No, but sometimes it helps.
Are chocs better than sex? Depends on wat brand u bought.
Is sleep better than sex? Not unless it's after sex!
