Bugger.

It feels like I'm coughing me spleen out everytime I wheeze due to my smokers' cough. It's time like this that I question my sanity in deciding that I don't want to quit, not that I can't quit.

Maybe its time to redefine my "can't" and "don't wants".

Anyway. Yes, I'm back from the horror that is the Bangkok trip =) In order not to jeopardise my 8 years long friendship with the girls, I shall not go into details regarding my feedback on the trip. =P *Grins innocently*

The pics will be up if I feel up to posting, but I've been partying hard and getting sick ever since returning, so keep your fingers crossed!


P.S: Sweets gave me the ooy-gooey feelings... :)

"You're a woman of pleasure."

Guilty as charged, dirty as sin.


And I'm loving it.

MOS.

Getting propositioned/hit on for countless times within the span of 2 days definitely helped to give a boost to my low self-esteem and ego. *Grins*

And I can't believe that people recognise me still! I have had 2 online acquaintances whom I've never met in real life before, coming up to me and ask if I'm JenxGeR. Guess I'm pretty recognisable with my DD boobs, huh. *shrugs*

But that also meant that I haven't gained that much weight that people can't recognise me anymore, so its all goood...

Well, I can't complain much about my weekend; I watched Spiderman 3 on Friday, courtesy of my company. Most people found it not up to expectations, but I judged it upon how it came along from Spiderman 1, and how I've managed to catch Venom *gushes* on big screen, and so I loved it.

Since we missed clubbing last week, Yan and I both made it up by clubbing for 2 nights straight. We were at Q Bar for Alan Chan's birthday earlier on, before we moved on to MOS and we got to know Dave and Roberto better. *Grins at Yan*

I simply can't wait for the next weekend to arrive. Right now, it's time for beddy bye. 'Ta.

(Our Bangkok trip is finally arriving... 17th May. *Squee* I just hope I'll get to settle my passport issues on time!)

12.

12.

The number that's making me feel like hell right now.

I indirectly caused him to lose 12 demerit points by talking to him while he was driving.

He ran the red light because he couldn't stop the car in time at the traffic lights at Adam Road. The photograph probably had a good shot of me gasping in disbelief.

If I hadn't request for a drive home tonight, it wouldn't have happened.

4 1/2years of clean driving record, ruined, less than a week before he is collecting his own car, a Mitsubishi Lancer Sports.

Shit. I'm tearing myself up with the guilt, and have no fucking mood to go for the movie and clubbing tomorrow night. I feel worse thinking about how he's feeling right now.

Argh. I hate myself.