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Wednesday, July 01, 2009 || 1:51 am

I get extremely frustrated when my webpages don't load completely in the times of being capped. I get frustrated to the point where i start to cry and rage at my poor laptop keyboard. Hahaha i'm such a baby T_T'' It's currently 1:52am and i'm still awake because.. i just don't feel like sleeping at all. I look at my uni textbooks, and i think about how the contents seem more interesting when i'm not obliged to read/memorise any of it. Maybe i should buy next semester's textbooks now, and start reading? Hahaha or maybe it doesn't work that way!

I guess i'll make a recount about my clubbing experience at Arthouse/Verandah. This would be my fifth time going clubbing :) Yah! I've only ever been to Havana and then once at Soho. Sad isn't it? I figured that clubbing loses its appeal when you're not even the slightest bit intoxicated. Or maybe i'm just alcoholic, but that is definitely not the case. It was a nice 'girls night out' somehow :) The smoking area at arthouse was somewhat... sickening for me. It was the second-hand smoke of course that made me make a run for the next bit of space with fresh air. Ahh... The crowd at Arthouse, is definitely not my kind of crowd. Apparently, that saturday was one of those rare occasions when there were a greater influx of Asian clubbers. So usually, the crowd is fairly caucasian? The actual venue had great ambience though :) Just not the seedy muh'fuckers.

Argh! I just realised that everyone has finally caught up with my updated URL - recurring heartbreak ! That means... more people are a click away from reading my emo bullshit and silly rants. I guess i should have been prepared for that kind of easy access, i mean... it's just on the world wide web for everyone to see. For all i know, some 10yr old kid in England could be laughing at the miserable recounts of my life. Or some hobo at the local net cafe could be stalking my every thought (how creepy). That's why they teach kids of stranger danger aye? :) Hahaha. Well... i refrain from blogging deep entries about my feelings here nowadays. There's nothing to hide, but my true feelings towards certain things anyways :)

I can't be bothered blogging :) GG