Prospectives

Now apparently we all have to bring a date to the choir concert. Yes, Lizzie and I came up with this plan, because SHE has someone. And I only want to take this one particular person as my date. (NOT No.18)
Hmphff. Boys are just so utterly stupid at times. I mean, how many hints do I have to give?! Maybe I should just put down a list for my prospectives. He should ...
1. Be an excellent conversationist.
2. Be funny.
3. Have nice teeth.
4. Have nice hair.
5. Have a nice body. (when i say nice, i mean NICE)
what else? I'm trying to be as non-shallow as possible but No. 3 to No.5 is very very essential. Necessities. Aaaand No.5 especially helps in the 'keeping Shirin happy' department.

joey

im sooo gonna fail tomorrow's math test. i have given up. resigned myself to my fate.

oh. let's have a party at my house during the june holidays when my parents are away. set?

*Sighs in bliss*

Joy and Rapture. I have completed my bitch of a project work proposal. ALL BY MYSELF. Apparently being leader for project work is a synonym for do-it-all-by-yourself-and-share-the-credit-with-others. Anyhow, my project (notice the use of the word my, instead of our)is on beauty. Which means my experiment will involve me judging people solely on their looks. Call me shallow, but hey, its all in the name of science.
Another thing- the perfect ratio of beauty is a 1.618. You do this by dividing the width of your mouth by the width of your nose.
If you wanna know my measures, just ask, I'll be more than happy to tell.

shopping.

i went shopping today. so happy. bought a nice wallet and a black shirt. the black shirt's polka dotted with purple dots and there's pink buttons on it. horribly funky.

PostPartyReview

Lizzie and I have just returned from Anthony's birthday bash at the Hard Rock Cafe. (Yes, the guy is rich. Yes, he's single. No, I dunno if he's gay) I'd like to diss the party, but Anthony really is a nice guy. Or maybe it's one of his ploys to get elected into council on monday - If you can't win with your brains, win them over with your buckaroos. Interesting thought.
Best part about the party was...the food. Yeah. I was seriously contemplating asking Anthony if I could sneak some of the Apple something or other (tastes like pie but it isn't) back in a doggie bag. It was better than orgasmic. And the Haagan Dazs ice cream.
Other than the food, it seemed more akin to a wedding reception. The groom (aka Anthony) going around to check that everyone's eating and the yam-sehing (birthday song singing) and the relatives keeping an eye over everything from some sly, shady table in the corner.
Party politics. Phew.

Bravissimo

tres elegant design, if i do say so myself. let the bitching begin.

the vice president speaks

hello dear members of this very exclusive club. welcome to the site. hope you like it.