whatever's left of me.

did not update my blog for a long, long time.

you see, some use their blogs as diaries. some use it as a way to gain recognition and fame. me, i use it to bitch about stuff. or i'll use it when i'm bored. or any other random moment i have. or during periods of great emotional distress. something like that.

sent out my x'mas cards late this year, so far only sent out around 15, cos i lost the other 20 over addresses. my address book got wet, ink smudged, so, if you're one of the 20+ that's reading this but did not get your cards by the end of next week, i'm really, really sorry. maybe leave your address on my tagboard over here >>>

i'm suprised that there isn't and x'mas postage jam this year, cos i sent out my x'mas cards on friday, and on sunday rukia smsed me to tell me that she received hers already, and yesterday steph recieved hers too. if others received theirs already, it means they haven't told me, or they're panicking to write me one cos they forgot to send me one this year.

went to zoukout on saturday. it wasn't much. really. i mean, it's ONLY the biggest, hottest, most happening dance party to happen every year, and everyone is ONLY eighteen once in their lives, right? but then, contrarary to popular believe, nothing much happened. no big shit. except maybe for the fact that someone i know got sent to the hospital via ambulance, but no details on that.

where was the big famous stars that were supposed to be there? didn't see any. where were the hot, semi-naked girls most guys expected? not much there. where was the sweet smell of alcohol wafting through the midnight air? smell of sweat and machine-generated fog, more like it. it was like, COME ON, WHY CAN'T WE BRING IN OUR OWN BLOODY ALCOHOL? well, fuck you, zoukout organisers, fuck. you. i jolly well can't afford to get 1/8 of a pint of beer priced at 5 bucks each.

oh, most of the DJ's were sucky. except for this angmoh guy and one of zouk's resident DJs that look like an uncle. the rest can go home.