... I've run out of things to blog about.

There's nothing I can say here anymore, really, without offending or hurting someone I know.

Talked about blog-stalking people yesterday. I wonder who blog-stalks me?

Not that there's anything interesting on here for people to stalk me about. Maybe to mock me with, but nothing interesting to stalk me with. Which I am grateful for.

Went to Chili's. Took photos. Scared Wai Kit. The poor waiter. He probably thinks I'm psycho.

I need to post pictures here some day. Show the world my beautiful gorgeous friends and direct them to their blogs. (That does not include the male ones, that are nowhere near beautiful and gorgeous)

Took a big load of fun photos yesterday, but the USB cable that connects my memory stick to the computer isn't working. Curses. However will I get my new Facebook DP up is my first worry.

Vanity oh vanity. Speaking of which, Jasryn painted my nails orange with blue stars yesterday.

She sucks at Guitar Hero. Darren and Panit are decidedly good. It was funny watching Darren play Sweet Home Alabama. Joey's not bad, better than his sister at least, despite claiming not to have fun.

... To be frank, I've never seen a bunch of males that quiet. They were just staring at the screen.

Everyone leaves.

I laze around. Try to study. ( ).

I sleep.