I know that your lips are sweet, but our lips must never meet.

Functioning on less than my usual amount of sleep sure ain't easy. I'm pretty much oblivious to all that's going around me, and my delayed response to everything makes me feel stupid. Lol.

Excerpts from a msn convo with my bitch
Note: Not all will share our sense of humour. Please resist the urge to leave me hate tags.

-Part 1-
Bitch: Babe, we can't go Thailand already 'cos of the bird flu. All your fault la.
Me: Do I look like a freaking bird to you?

-Part 2-
Bitch: Sigh, can't go to Thailand 'cos the birds sneezing.

It was supposed to be Zouk last night, but after 2 hours of queueing and a couple of false hopes, we finally gave it up and headed down to Rouge. It wasn't so bad - there was a live band playing pretty good rock music, and the dance floor was opened between sets for us to squeeze in some funky dancing.

Some think I look the part but I'm definitely no party animal. As far as I remember, last night was the first time I felt vaguely un-self-conscious on the dance floor. My lack of sleep coupled with the booze prolly made me delirious enough to get out there and shake all I've got (which isn't much haha), and I think I've got watching Dirty Dancing 2 to thank as well. I had a whale of a time, especially since it's my first time clubbing with my bitch.

My energy levels took a sudden dip the minute we left Rouge's thumping music though and I morphed into Leigh the zombie. I'm such a lousy clubber huh? Haha. You would think I'd be comatose till the sun fries my bum, but I couldn't sleep a minute past nine. Yawns.

I'd better get to bed and give my body some of the TLC it needs. I gotta be up early tomorrow for a run to Mount Faber with CH. Zonks.