Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? 
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did 
I met the highest lama 
His accent sounded fine to me, to me.
-Oxford Comma/Vampire Weekend (Rest Of Lyrics: HERE)

ROSTAM’S FINGERS ARE SO ELEGANT AND THE BEAUTIFUL BOY LOOKS SO LOST/BORED ALL THE TIME THAT I WANT TO TUCK HIM AND HIS ADORABLENESS IN MY POCKET <33333 PLUS, EZRA IS SO DELIGHTFUL AND I COULD LISTEN TO HIM FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND NEVER GET BORED :)))))))

Umm… hi friends? If you’re still here. I’m really sorry about the one-week radio silence over at my end. The will to blog kinda dissipated (shit. I forgot how to spell the word and I’m too lazy to check the maleanatomytionary) while I was sick + had so many outings to go to.

First, there was Syaz’s birthday bbq party (you’re legal babe!) at EC on the 22nd but I only could attend for an hour BECAUSE I WAS SICK REMEMBER? I really shouldn’t have gone but syaza’s my awesome third bff and I love her to bits and pieces and wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Then, I got back at N for the Suicide Club stint and watched a whole array of chick flicks (which I bet you secretly loved, right?). I still feel like I did not exact the proper amount of revenge though…hmmph.

Following that, my dad had some writers fest in Melbourne & Newcastle which I mentioned in an earlier post…but anyway, he came back with some wicked gifts and I’m madly in love with this metal pendant with glass detail on a rubber cord necklace that he bought for me. It’s all pretty and badass and necklaces are always welcomed by me. Heh.

Lalalala, there was the class bbq schtick which I was all geared up to go to but when my fever broke out, I had that case of the mad mad rashes remember? And I didn’t want to risk the fact that it might be infectious or something like that so I didn’t go in the end.

I was all better the next day though and there was this jker lame-ass picnic which was twenty shades of awesome and I love my gang so much <3333

THEN, I WAS BANNED FROM MY ROOM FOR LIKE 3 DAYS because my mum’s friend from LA was staying over since she had a layover at S’pore from her return trip from India and since we don’t have a guest room, my room was it. It was all prepped up and dusted and hoovered and cleaned like crazy and in the end, I couldn’t recognise my room anymore :( It didn’t even smell like my room since my mum did some major febreez-ing and burned all this nasty lemongrass thing. YUCK. Also, since I still don’t have my mac, I continued my stay over at my sister’s room so that I could use her desktop into the wee hours of the morning and yeah, I haven’t slept in my room in about a week!!!

Lastly, Jacque had her birthday party over at her gorgeous house (happy birthday! you’re 18!!!!!!) and it was just crazy what with only the three of us in the beginning (j, ray & me) which built up to who-knows-how-many at night. I couldn’t stay til late since I had insane drum lessons early the next morning so I left at about 7+ with L who had church band pract or something like that. Took the mrt down to paya lebar then cabbed home because I was too effing lazy to wait for the bloody bus.

Ok. I have to go now. Have some major praying to do since it’s the beginning of the fasting month and all that jazz. I’m really sorry about the psychobabble up there. I’ve been doing some crazy fast typing and am in no position to proof read it. I swear I have shitloads to talk about the next time. Stuff that’s on a more understandable level, I swear ;D