I miss it on xanga.

It definitely felt more community at xanga.
I like to read all the latest subscriptions all at one shot instead of having to visit all the individual blogs one-by-one. This is especially so when many of your blogs are script-laden. And it now frustrates me when the blog doesn't load instantly because I am into everything fast these days.
(I am a 10sec girl - haha)

And because I shifted to blogspot. I guess not many of you read my blog as religiously as you probably would have via the xanga subscriptions. But then again, maybe it is not such a good thing to read my blog that often.
Because once in a while, you can count on me to drop a bomb on you, like I did when I wrote about my ever so weird unique friends.

Met up with the girls yesterday. (Although AK was there, it seem easier to say "I met up with the girls", than to say I met up with the girls and the 8-library-books-AK).

We met up to celebrate Ashpixie's birthday.
It brings you so much joy when you see your friend squealing about the gift that you bought for her. And I am glad she enjoyed receiving so many different presents from all of us because unlike the many other times, we didn't share to get her one big present this time.
Although it is mostly due to the fact that I am sick of getting one big present and dividing the amount amongst all of us, the chore of collecting the money from every single fellow also played a part. I thought it seemed a somewhat nicer gesture for every single friend of hers to go out and think of something interesting to get for our dear Ashpixie, than to assign one or two of us to get a present and simply just chipping in.

It particularly warms me as well, when she squealed at the gift I bought for her.
It ain't easy getting that book cos it's apparently sold out at Popular, and I didn't get a chance to head down to a larger bookstore (like Kino) to get it.
I also forgot to mention why the price tag is still there. (just in case you were wondering).
I was worried you may have already received that as a gift from your friends so I wasn't too keen in tearing the plastic wrapping apart and removing the price tag. I thought if you already had it, you could change it for something else. Haha.

We held her celebrations at Outback Steakhouse because I thought their servings were generally huge (from the pictures), and we all know Ashpixie's is big enough for an army appetite for the finer things in life.
The food ain't as good as I imagined it to me, but it ain't that bad.
The ambience's great, the waiters there are oh-so-nice.
We've even got a complimentary brownie topped with ice cream and whipped cream for Ashpixie because it's her birthday. This birthday dessert came accompanied with a single candle, and the entire crew actually help sing a birthday song to rouse it up. I bet the entire restaurant knew it's Ashpixie's special day (though it is one day late).

Till now, I promise you, we never expected them to do it.
So I say, Outback's crew's a great bunch of people.
But then again, I doubt you would wanna celebrate your birthday there. As much as the brownie's great, the birthday song seemed somewhat too loud and embarassing at such a cosy place.

** Sidenote: If you are wondering why I am the one blogging about this birthday celebration. That's because I am hinting for the respective people to send me the pics. I expected many of you to already have blogged about the birthday celebration (with the pics).
Gah.

Anyway, when I made me rounds in xanga today.
I realise I have more than I asked for messages. So instead of commenting on every one of your blogs....

Jadedcia.
hur hur.
I am glad my in-between-the-lines skills are finally recogised. It is not only the psychic skills of your best friend that can detect what is going on wrong with you and/or your life. The in-between-the-lines skill enables me to know what is going on without having you to blog/tell me. I know you know?
It is also not because I do not care. But I reckon if you are ready to tell, you'd tell. Sometimes, having questions asked and thrown at you ain't such a good thing. I for one should know. So take comfort that I know, and when you are ready, please tell.

You ask why my blog is so contradictory. How some days I am happy and some I just am not.
I thought about it, and it came to me before I could tell you.
Because my life is a contradiction in itself.
Some days, I think my relationship is going to work. Some days, I just want out.
Right at this point in time, I have strangely reached a "I don't know what I want" stand.
So if you or anyone else is wondering just what the hell is going on. That's that.
We'll just wait and see where the wind blows me to.

By the way, this applies to my state of mind too.

Ashpixie.
Yes, I have been telling you for very long now, that it is called touch type. From the moment you asked about that "typing without looking at the keyboard" prowess. I've already said then, that it is called touch type.
With a friend that touch types, and being my "disciple" in touch-typing, it is embarassing that you do not know what touch-typing is.
Anyway, I am ever ready for your "challenge" though I must admit. Except for the occasional blogging (who am I kidding about the occasional part), I haven't been practicing on my typing.
Nevertheless, I am ever ready for your challenge la.
Bring it on.

Rie the berry.
Yes you are weird hor.
That ain't mean I am as weird as you are.
Birds of the same feather flock together. That is how I reckon why I (and you) end up with weird friends.
We are all weird to an extent, you are our leader ok? Mother bird.
Buhaahahha

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I am so completely spaced out.

Zonked out at 4 freaking am this morning, and crawled outta bed to catch my CSI marathon even though I already missed out half of CSI (Las Vegas). This is one of the rare weekends Barbie ain't watching it with me, cos he has to rush out his assignments (oooh how I miss the word assignment).

I went out to yet another cheesy KTV pub last night after the celebrations. Thought the girls could hang out at MOS after, but guess nobody's really into it, so it's to the KTV pub I go to nurse that terrible mood of mine.
Not that I am an alcoholic. But sometimes, having a beer and people laughing around you seems to lift your spirits up abit. Ok, and plus the fact that we teamed up and played some rock,paper,scissors (at least I insisted that is played) and with hot wax as punishment, that seemed to somewhat do the trick. (It ain't meant to sound so SM)

I am now officially in outer space.