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So sexciting!!

P.S: I've been quite busy lately. I do want to do a post today tho. :)

I'm having coffee in a beer mug.

I love this! It has been decided that w.e.f. today, this shall be my nightly routine; a beer mug of coffee sometime between 1am and 3am.

Byebye beauty sleep. You elusive thing.

Wow, I appear to be a bimbo in love, don't I? Thank god I don't care a whole lot. In other words, thank god this blog isn't for the purpose of money-making or anything even remotely useful. Actually. Celebrity bloggers here seem to be bimboes. Bimboes with badly doctored posts. No flow. Lower secondary standard English, even after probably editing 27382 times. I don't write fabulously, but those people could do a whoooooooole lot better. I am generalising though.

What the heck am I being diplomatic for? They (generally, ahem) suck.

I have been contemplating the pros and cons (the entertainment value, to be specific) of putting up a 'buy me a beer' button. Donations, ofcos, are strictly NOT to be made, if I do decide to place some button like that somewhere here. I do wish there was a way some kind/bored soul could send an actual drink to my door with a few clicks. Like that bottle of beer. Or a milkshake; I'm not choosy. Oh, or a pizza!

Getting addicted to coffee. This is no good. 3plus in the morning and I'm shaking my legs in impatience that's unaccounted for.

I love my stupid (and occasionally clever) boy! He's now whistling a tune into the fan's face. In case you're wondering what tune, it's the Final Countdown song.

ACT CUTE!

(It's apparently a cool song)

Toodles!

I'm at Starbucks and there's this bastard sitting right opposite, facing me, and I think my seating choice has never been more unfortunate. Yes, this beats having a mad old man beside me in the bus screaming 'cheebye' in sporadic bursts.

This fellow (dressed in a seriously screwed up yellow & brown printed shirt and not-so-cute nerdy specs) is a metre or less away from me, and busy acting busy reading the papers but I just KNOW he wants to be an ass to me. This is how I know; his main engagement at the moment is blowing at me. Really, blowing as in 'hoooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooo' blowing. I CAN FEEL HIS BREATH ON MY FACE. He blows couple of times every 3 minutes and it's now been about 8 minutes and I think it's a miracle that my macchiato is not all over his dumb, blowing head. Yet.

Ah. I just gave him this expressionless stare for like...5 seconds. And now he's real casually blowing at some other direction. Thank god it worked. Wld have hated to actually have to talk to him, to say something like, "Stop blowing at me". That wld have been so weird.

Maybe I shld get some cake.

Yep, 'tonight' was a long long time ago. Teehee. Ah, it's difficult to blog with a bf.

To illustrate my point, HERE'S MY STUPID BOY!

TOODLES!