Up to a few weeks ago, i was silently lamenting how boring i've turned out to be. My once-big group of friends have turned into empty promises of wanting to meet up but never really making the effort. I'm doomed to die alone...miserable... dejected.. to be found 3 weeks later when hungry alsatians are done feasting on my sorry self. 8P Ok ok.. so maybe it's coz my birthday was coming up and i didn't have anyone who wanted to plan a party for me save for my dear Siryn. But then again, how can you party when it's juz the two of us?!?!
And of all things, i flipped through the daily newspaper and saw an article on local Elvis impersonators. GAAAAHHHHHH.. one of the guys in the pix was my ex-collegemate. He was quite mousy during college yet the article mentioned that he'd been doing the impersonation since then. Double GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Siryn said still waters run deep and you'll never know what lurks beneath. *eyes her wearily* Hmm.... there's nothing wrong with Elvis or his music, but someone MY age impersonating him?!?!? and for years?!?!?! *faints* Is this even normal for people my age?!?!? Sigh.....
Just as i was about to sink into the abyss of despair, the calls and sms-es started trickling in 5 days before i officially turned old. Then came the emails, IMs, more calls & sms-es.. and dinners.. oh glorious dinners.. and lunches. Wheeeeeeeee......... am no longer social pariah!!! For more than a week, i continued getting wishes and celebrations. Wheeeeeeeee.... i didn't even have to dress like Elvis to get such reception. I feel like the queen!! (Err... Queen Latifah perhaps? I certainly feel as big as her... Hahahaha)
Over the weekend, my colleagues and i decided to hit a local club. The music was good, the company was great (i lurve u all *bearhugs*) save for a party pooper (Jebi, i hope you've struck him off your list. Definitely not worth it) but the crowd was crazy. The dancefloor was super-packed, combined with the fact that it was right smacked in middle of the path to other parts of the club, my groove was certainly interrupted way too many times by people trying to sidle past and my pedicured toes being stepped on. Siryn and i reiterate THIS is the reason why we don't do clubs anymore. It was fun to dress up and go out but I think I'll stick to my healthier alternative of gym class where i can STILL get high energy dancing, loud music and adrenaline pumping minus paying obscene amounts to smell like a chimney and feel like flypaper. :P
Allegra has left the building....
And of all things, i flipped through the daily newspaper and saw an article on local Elvis impersonators. GAAAAHHHHHH.. one of the guys in the pix was my ex-collegemate. He was quite mousy during college yet the article mentioned that he'd been doing the impersonation since then. Double GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Siryn said still waters run deep and you'll never know what lurks beneath. *eyes her wearily* Hmm.... there's nothing wrong with Elvis or his music, but someone MY age impersonating him?!?!? and for years?!?!?! *faints* Is this even normal for people my age?!?!? Sigh.....
Just as i was about to sink into the abyss of despair, the calls and sms-es started trickling in 5 days before i officially turned old. Then came the emails, IMs, more calls & sms-es.. and dinners.. oh glorious dinners.. and lunches. Wheeeeeeeee......... am no longer social pariah!!! For more than a week, i continued getting wishes and celebrations. Wheeeeeeeee.... i didn't even have to dress like Elvis to get such reception. I feel like the queen!! (Err... Queen Latifah perhaps? I certainly feel as big as her... Hahahaha)
Over the weekend, my colleagues and i decided to hit a local club. The music was good, the company was great (i lurve u all *bearhugs*) save for a party pooper (Jebi, i hope you've struck him off your list. Definitely not worth it) but the crowd was crazy. The dancefloor was super-packed, combined with the fact that it was right smacked in middle of the path to other parts of the club, my groove was certainly interrupted way too many times by people trying to sidle past and my pedicured toes being stepped on. Siryn and i reiterate THIS is the reason why we don't do clubs anymore. It was fun to dress up and go out but I think I'll stick to my healthier alternative of gym class where i can STILL get high energy dancing, loud music and adrenaline pumping minus paying obscene amounts to smell like a chimney and feel like flypaper. :P
Allegra has left the building....
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