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One of my friends just pissed me off.  I’ve always been very respectful when it comes to my female friends, there’s a huge difference between the way I treat the guys in my life, and the way I treat the gals.  But anger is anger; when a guy friend pisses me off he’s just being a jerk.  When a gal pal pisses me off, she’s being a b*tch…and that’s worse, esp. because I don’t deserve such treatment from the girls.

So yeah, the other day the birthday girl tells us that the bday party will continue on the beach this Sunday (tomorrow).  She joked that we’re only allowed to enter the beach with our swimsuits, so we’ll have to strip at the entrance.  It was already a “planned and confirmed” thing, everyone already agreed to go.

This one friend of mine then tells me she’s got the ‘hots’ for one of my male friends, so she forced me to invite him.  So I invited him the other day, telling him “my friend really wants you to be there…”.

This morning, I checked my emails and this woman had the audacity to send me a “wow, I’m so tired…I won’t make it to the beach this Sunday…”! We all know her real reason: she thinks she’s gained weight and is too ashamed of her body to show it off.

So what exactly am I supposed to do now? She just made me invite a guy, and I haven’t a clue on how to disinvite people.  The reason I’m so pissed off, is because I’m going to be stuck entertaining him the whole day.

See now normally, if it was a girl with a heart I’d make out with the guy she’s into so 10 years into their marriage she’d find out and hate me for it.  But this so-called friend of mine is not only a playgirl but a big time playa…and we all know women playa are screwed up in the head.  It’s like her heart went off to Barbados 10 years ago for a much needed vacation and hasn’t returned.

So the only way I can pay her back is to have fun and send her the pics, to show her what she’s missed out on.

Last year, I couldn’t take my eyes off one of the dancers (Danny Tidwell) in So You Think You Can Dance.  I swear, not a lot of things in life can make me scream like a school girl in the front row of a Backstreet Boys concert.

I’ve fallen in lust with yet another one of the male dancers on SYTYCD…and it’s not even funny.  Of course I’m talking about W-I-L-L!!! I actually had a convo with my sister a few weeks ago and told her that I didn’t think Will should have stayed after his solo (the first one he did) and she disagreed with me, saying he’s really good.  From the week after that up ’til now, I’ve been a fan.

When Tabitha said that Will could ‘take that shirt right back off’ I literally LOLed.

I don’t really have a favourite yet, though.  I like Joshua and Katee’s partnership…I liked Thane with Chelsea but Chelsea got eliminated (aww…) so we’ll see how it goes with Comfort.  Thayne’s adorable (but that’s all I’ll say ‘coz my straight radar isn’t beeping with him…).

I can’t wait for them to start switching partners, it’ll be really interesting then (not that it’s not interesting right now).

BTW, here’s another pic of Danny Tidwell:

Ok, here I am drinking a “glass” of red wine from the first bottle I ever bought for myself…LOL.  Red wine and…crackers (I’m hungry, what can I say?).  I’m also listening to Red, Red Wine (1983), UB40’s version…don’t you just lurve that song? It’s just a matter of hours for someone else to start playing that song in this dorm…somehow, there’s always someone copying my music:

2 weeks ago I was taking a shower and thought about high school back home which reminded me of the last day of S2, which reminded me of Lauryn Hill’s version of Killing Me Softly (1996) so when I got out of the bathroom I played “Killing Me Softly”, almost blasting it (it was a weekend).  2 days later, someone passed by my room and I heard “Killing Me Softly” blasting on their phone.  Too much of a coincidence if you ask me!

There was also this one time when I was chilling with Lutricia McNeal’s “Ain’t That Just The Way”, which was on my playlist (i.e. it would keep repeating).  A week later, my next door neighbour kept playing it over and over again.  I mean seriously…I should be a “back-in-the-days” DJ or something.

So anyways, I was just watching Kung Fu Panda.  Not bad at all! It’s got this really Chinese “feel” to it.  I actually think “Tai Lung” is a funny name, it sounds like “tai leng” which means “too cold”.  Most memorable quote in my opinion:

Po to Shifu: “I stayed…I stayed because every time you threw a brick at my head or said I smelled, it hurts but it could never hurt more then it did every day of my life just being me.  I stayed, because I thought if anyone could change me, could make me not me, it was YOU…”

Most funniest scene in my opinion:

Shifu: “You are free to eat…enjoy”
Po: About to stuff a dumpling in his mouth.
Shifu: Snaches dumpling away.
Po: “Hey!”
Shifu: Eats the dumpling.  “I said, you are free to eat.  Have a dumpling.”
Po: Attempts to pick up a dumpling.
Shifu: Skillfully kicks the dumpling in the air, eats it.
Po: Stares at Shifu, pissed off.
Shifu: “You are free to eat!”
Po: Am I?!
Shifu: Are you?!

Arrgghh this freakn headache…

Lemme go pour myself another glass…

Don’t ask me how, but somehow, my friends and I ended up at a pub in the wee hours of this morning.  I’m dehydrated so I have a freakn headache, and it’s a combination of that booze together with all the walking we did.  A few weird things happened last night:

- When we went to order our drinks, I ordered a s*x on the beach (why the heck not) and the friend I ordered with ordered a Margarita - the friend who claims to be a pro at drinking because she “drinks booze everyday”.  When the bartender brought the drinks over, I reached for my sizzling pinkish drink and she said “no, no, no, that’s mine!” I turned to her and asked her what she ordered, she said “a Margarita”.  So I pointed to the Margarita and said “that” is a Margarita and she didn’t believe me so I gave in ‘coz I didn’t want to make a fuss and gave her the s*x on the beach.  Darnit!

FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT A MARGARITA IS LIKE, IT’S THE LIME/LEMON DRINK WITH THE SALT SPRINKLED ALL AROUND THE RIM OF THE GLASS.  Better yet, just don’t order one.  Thanks to my “put-your-friends-before-yourself” attitude, I did not have s*x on the beach (maybe that’s why I’m a little cranky).

So I spent the “night” with one single glass of Margarita and that b*tch got me tipsy! OMG my tolerance to alcohol is gone! It’s been a century since the last time I drank anything.

Last night, before the party I bought two bottles of booze: a Malibu and a bottle of red wine.  I was going to bring the red wine to the party but I switched the bottle at the last minute.  To my surprise, it was not a bottle party (wo0t?!) so one of my friends and I were the only one who brought the booze (it’s also probably why we’re always invited to the cool parties).

Which means I deliberately left the red wine in my fridge for me to drink.  I’ve never had a bottle of wine to myself, and everyone keeps talking about it so I might as well try it.  Now to find that bottle opener…

I’m so bummed about my lack of tolerance to alcohol.  I used to be able to drink 4-5 glasses of Vodka on the rocks before getting affected.  I’m a small person so that’s not bad at all.  That one glass of Margarita was enough for me last night, and worst - I was actually just hanging out with the ones that were relaxing on the sofas…but ooh I got cheered up soon enough!

For the first time ever, I saw two white guys making out. The most interesting about white guys “rolling the other way” is that they’re so “pretty”.  Most of the time, they’re ‘prettier’ than the straight boys.  One of the girls (the one who recommended the place to us) then turned to me and said “someone just told me that we’re at a gay bar”, so I turned to my other friend (the one who had my s*x on the beach and said “she said she thinks we’re in a gay bar” and she said “I know! That’s totally what I was thinking!” So I guess they indirectly listened to me before we actually left the party, when I said “hey I have an idea, let’s go to a gay bar!” The brit dude who was hanging out with us seemed up for it.

I’m drinking a cup of warm tea.

Yum…

Woohoo…

Yeehaw…

*Sigh*

What am I talking about? Well, it’s the all-new online community for Seychellois! It’s about time too! What? You didn’t hear about it? LOL…OMG, just join already!

www.seywow.com

We’re putting ourselves on the online map, so be part of this neo-culture rev.

Why am I screaming? Because I’m oh-so-late for that bday party I mentioned the other day…LOL just wanted to tell you guys about the new Sey community.

Oh - and don’t forget to put yo purty pix up.

An old friend of mine just called to invite me to her birthday party tomorrow.  Of course I didn’t forget her birthday…I just didn’t know that she was having a party esp. because she hadn’t spoken to me for almost 5-7 months (can’t remember) so I haven’t gotten her anything yet.

This made me realize that this is going to be the fourth time I attend her birthday gathering.  Which means I’ve been here in China for four whole years already.  Lots have changed.

4 years ago she had a gethering at her “elder sister’s” place.  Her “elder sister” being a family friend.  4 years ago she told me that she loved school (true, because she was always in time and never skipped a single class), she was a “very happy” person and that she had her whole life planned out.  She plaanned to graduate, get married and then have kids.  At that time, I was like “wow…so you can actually say you’re ‘happy’…wow”.

3 years ago, I don’t think we did anything that special.  LOL.  We hung out, I remember the deal was that she had to choose her own present (I know, I really do suck at buying presents) and she didn’t so I bought dinner.  Awkward.

2 years ago she had her party here at school.  I even did a little Windows Movie Maker clip (my first clip ever).  LOL.  She started partying a lot (uh oh?), and went out a whole lot more than I did.  But she had a “curfew” so she was still alright.

Last year she had her party here at school again.  Unfortunately, most of the people who ended up showing were my friends (50%), another 25% who showed up were our common friends.  That was weird.  But she’s the one who told me to invite as many people as I could so that’s sort of what I did.  I bought most of the food/booze so she had no reason to complain.

Last year was sort of a bad year for her…basically she had no choice but to drop out of uni (but it was a life she chose).  So now she’s working.  Plans do change, we just have to roll with the punches.

So this evening I’ll have to go shopping for a present and some booze.  Don’t be surprised if I end up with the bottle and no present.  Like I said, I suck at buying presents.  The last bday party I attended, I only brought a bottle.  Awkward.

My inability to buy presents is due to the fact that I don’t care much for presents myself.  The best presents are the ones you can gobble up and not worry about where to keep them for the next century.  The last present I received was at a random day.  It was a “thank you for being so wonderful” present: a box of chocolates.  Yes, believe it or not, some people do think I’m wonderful…maybe it’s because they don’t take the time to read my blog, LOL but yeah.

But buying someone chocolates for their birthday - esp. handing it to them during a party is the most inconsiderate thing ever (esp. because they don’t have much choice but to share it) so a box of chocolates is definitely out. *sigh*

Most people here in China like to give stuffed toys as gifts.  If you don’t know what to give your friend; you give them a stuffed toy/animal…no matter how old they are.  These things are not necessarily cheap though…but I don’t like buying my friends that.  Hello? We’re adults.  If you want a cat that looks like Garfield, tell me and I’ll go buy you a real ginger marmalade cat.  Please don’t make me buy you something that should be bought for your child…even if you don’t have one yet.

Ok whatever.  I’ll figure it out later.

It’s the 1st of July and CSC has decided to be even nicer to us…they’ve increased our monthly allowance by 75% (I think)…and decided to give us a 6-month backpay! I’m so tempted to go shopping (I’m in need of a new gadget in my life).  But then again, I really shouldn’t.

So because we got back paid, most of the Seychellois here in China will be heading home (with big fat suitcases for their very lucky family members).

I will not be going back home for the summer holidays…instead, I’ve decided to have my mum come visit again.  It was my sister who called her up yesterday to tell her about coming over.  She then sent me an MSN messenger asking me if it’s true.  She’s already so excited about her visit, esp. because this time we’re going down to Yiwu (a manufacturing city) to shop! Watching my mum shop for stuff at wholesale prices is like watching a kid shop at a toy store.  I’ve yet to find something that makes me equally psyched.

My little brother will be coming over too, I’m so glad.  Coincidentally, some football matches for the Olympics will be held here in Shanghai and I wish I could get him a ticket to watch just one match at least.  Except these tickets are so freakn costly…

The TV in my room “died” on me yesterday afternoon.  I switched it on to watch The Amazing Race and I heart a “zzt” and then a “thud” and then it went on standby…permanently.

I think they’re starting Hannah Montana this week, and I really wanted to watch it ‘coz I want to know what it is about the show that’s making people go crazy over it.

I don’t think I should get a new TV (the school will probably get me to buy them one if I tell them the one I have broke down).  So I’m going to try to set up the TV tuner on this PC…I have to figure out how that’s done! I’m going to stick the antenna cable thingy to the CPU and see what happens…or maybe I should do some online reading about it.

Then again I can always try to charm the shifu into getting me a new TV…esp. because there’s no use in leaving this big TV in my tiny room if it doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do: function!

Just a few minutes ago while I was making myself a cup of foaming tea, I considered the rights of unborn children.

I’m still on the fence where abortion is concerned, somehow I still believe it should be the mother’s decision as long as the baby isn’t born yet…but then again the foetus shouldn’t pay for a crime it didn’t commit.  In this case, lots of factors should be considered.

I’m not here to talk about abortion, but conception.  Isn’t that violating the rights of a child that doesn’t want to be conceived? In a really weird way, isn’t conception somewhat unethical?

Everyone’s got problems because it’s an “inevitable” part of life.  So no matter how protective parents are, they know that their kids will face all kinds of difficulties in his/her life.  A handful of kids end up hating their life; hating themselves.  They start asking questions like “why am I going through all this?”, “if there is a God up there, why does he hate me so much?” Some kids end up asking “why was I ever born?”

There’s some form of injustice in all this.  I feel that giving life to a child is the most beautiful gift…but if I were to have a child, would they feel the same way? Or would they turn to me and tell me that I had no rights to force them to ride on this roller coaster we call ‘life’?

Sometimes I feel we’re just animals with just way too much free time so we invented ethicism, which is sometimes a curse more than anything.

Summer in Shanghai really bugs me sometimes.  The days are long, the weather’s hot and the air is humid.  Most of all, my hair goes wild.  It doesn’t matter what I do with my hair.  I hate straightening it (ever seen faux-straight hair?).

My hair’s growing too long now, so I really ought to get it cut soon…but they really overcharge me here in Shanghai: my hair is naturally wavy, so after cutting it and it curls a bit those retard hair dressers think they have “skillz”.  I need to go for hair treatment though, and that costs a bomb.  So I might just cut my own hair (keeping my fingers crossed) and then go to the hairdressers and get them to “perfect” the cut.

Going back to the DIY haircut thing, I really want to learn how to cut my own hair.  I found a lot of Youtube videos with these Youtubers claiming that they cut their own hair.  The fringe I had last year is no longer a fringe (it wasn’t working out as a fringe either).

I really don’t know what people do with wavy hair.  I wish I knew what to do with my wavy hair.  It’s times like this when I wish all my gay friends would just come out of the closet already because they seem to always have the answers.