*sweeps cobwebs away and flings em unceremoniously into the garbage*

Phew. Been a long time since i've posted. Not that i've had nothing to post about, in fact i've had a lot of drama to post about yet i just didnt feel like it. Ironic much. Anyways, in brief, Eli is certified human, as he found out he CAN love again. Even tho it was shortlived and ended in a 3fold heartbreak. Haha. But i'm alright now i guess.

Anyways, even tho previously i had been whining about the grotesquely quick pace in which my free months are passing, i now want it to pass even faster. I cant wait for my birthday! Hahaha. Like. Immensely. Like even more than previous years somehow. Its gonna be partying galore and i'm gonna be blonde again. And this time, even more fabulous than before.

But of course, everything comes at a price, and unfortunately my wallet is drier than the mammary glands of an 80 year old. Sure, love is at the top of my list of needs/wants, but its completely blasphemous to say that money cant improve your life... by a lot. Haha. So many things i wanna get. Blazer. Shoes. Hair. And of course i'll have to set aside money for the b'day celebration. Ahh i'm quivering in my boxers... as you would now know that i wear exclusively at home. I wear no pants. I want no pants. Cause its damn friggin hot and humid. Only gaga fans will understand.

And speaking of whom. Lady Gaga is comin to singapore and its sooooo freakin unfair that she's only having a private showcase. If it were a concert, i'd cut off my left leg to pay for a ticket. But no. We fans have to be subjected to the awful marketing schemes of companies like Mediacorp radio or Singtel... to 'win' tickets. Damn them. I love you lady gaga but you're making it so damn hard. No pun intended.