I juz came back from my driving lesson. and once again, i kena this extremely strict instructor who loves to question me abt driving techniques.

for 3 consecutive times!

i got so used to it dat for this time round, whenever he asks me the same usual questions, i would give him an im-so-sian tone to the answer.

everything's fine and smooth-going. as for now.

oh my buds juz asked whether i will be able to make it for a vacation to Phuket on March. im trying to get everythin planned out now before confirmin with them. thanx to u n.s.

and im tryin to source for a chin-up gym bar. get it fixed in my room.

oh shit. i realised im doing random updates.

im done with my newyear shopping. left with only a nice belt to go with my pants. need to go do some serious shopping soon.

and as much as i love retail therapies. i hate travelling to core.

how i wish my frenz can volunteer to be my very own chaffeur and drive me ard. *hint*

oh i went to my aunt's place to visit my granny.

and for some of you. maybe ive told u before abt my rich aunt. yesh. so oh-my-gawd rich.

not forgetting his son is a doctor cum lawyer. and his daughter is a vet.

she juz gave my sis and i 100bucks EACH for newyear shopping.

and gave my mom 100 pieces of $2 note for my mom to pack angpaos.

can u even believe it?! i was telling my mom how lucky she is. dun hav to fork a single cent to pack angpaos this year!

its all sponsored!!!

angpao money = blessings = not from my mom.

i told my mom to contribute a lil to the angpao money. so at least sincere abit.

like maybe 1dollar out of 10?

kwa kwa kwa!

but the impt thing is. i so need to act superduper guai in front of my aunt ( which im oredi doin).

this is wat i called a long-term investment.

say a car? a vacation to Europe? a plastic surgery?

wEeEeeee!!

oh and im getting fatter! and fatter! and fatter!

yay! so much for the PIG year!

oh i heard from my mom dat for this year, the PIG year, certain Muslim organisations were against the idea of promoting or celebrating the arrival of PIG year. like putting up PIG posters, figurines and decorations.

and as she was saying it. i was luffing like crazy.

dats so impossible! it muz be some gossips my mom heard from the marketaunties.

or maybe its true. i got no idea.

( omg. i re-read this entry and realised its ultra random. )

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its newyear festive soon! u're gg to get your angpao money soon too! why scrimp when it comes to buying somethin unique and lovely for ur loved ones!

this is going to be a very short entry.

I think Doomsday is coming.

no no. serious. if u've been watching the news and keepin urself updated with the recent events. u would hav realised the tremendous change in the weather and climate over the past few months.

droughts. floods. hurricanes. earthquakes. snow storms. gradual temperature change.

wats next? meteor storm?

at times i wonder whether Mediacorp deliberately showed 'TheDayAfterTommorow' few weeks back. to warn, or rather, hint the public about the upcoming disasters.

but come to think of it. if it reli snows in Singapore. would u be dat gawddamn happy, running outside ur block, jumping like somone who got her toes stepped on and start throwing snowballs at neighbours whose always playing mahjong late at night?

maybe i will be damn excited and calling up my frenz and neighbours on first reaction. den faster dashed my way out to experience the firstever snow on a tropical country.

but soon to realise a snowstorm juz slaughtered a snowman into million pieces.

maybe i shd re-enact 'TheDayAfterTommorow' sequel.

me: " ohmygawd. this is so not happening. way too cool( literal) man! i muz go inform my hibernating frenz"

me : *dialling*

me : " hey. u muz come and see this. it is snowing! it is... HOLY MOLLY COW! "

anonymous : " huh? snowing? r u sure?"

me : *silence*

anonymous : " hey u there? hey hey!"

me: *buried under 3fts of snow*

**

but true enuff. if it reli snows in Singapore. instead of running jumpin ard enjoying the extremely unusual climate. i will be damn panicky and started praying. no joke.

so wats the point of studying? working? or gg thru NS? when we all know Doomsday is nearing. we shd be withdrawing all the money from all bank accounts and start a mega big retail therapy.
do things uve never done before. like spending 1k/night on a 6star presidential suite. do a costly extreme makeover. spend thousands on jewelleries. hey wait. theres no need to even spend a single cent. its Doomsday Eve rmb?! why spend?! we ROB!!

or maybe im just oversensitive. someone shd start building a ship and name himself NoahTheSecond.

laisiyan in a 'when jealousy overtakes me' mode.

i hav a confession to make.

sometimes i feel seriously inferior when ppl, or juz gals, compare looks. i would juz look down and stare hard while waiting impatiently for the next topic to arise. maybe i shd hav more confidence with my looks. BUT, do not for heavens sake, console me dat inner beauty is wat made me good-looking from the inside. excuse me?! the only thing dat emerged out from my inside is acne. thankyouverymuch.

so spare it, do not preach to me abt being helpful, caring and noble. i do agree dat it does make u looked more radiant and approachable. but please, giving seats to a pregnant lady won't make my pores clear and acne-free. it will only add to my karma and hence, reduce the frequency of me missing the train by dat few secs. or higher hopes for a sunny weather when im headin for a swim.

no. im not superficial. im just being frank. who doesnt want to look good and feel good. do not tell me dat u dont, for a slightest bit, admire those being chosen for XtremeMakeover. or do somethin abt the zits on ur face resulting from the curryfishhead u had last night. even staring at the mirror is an act of being superficial. why care abt a nice hairdo? why brush ur teeth twice daily? why EVEN brush ur teeth in the first place? why buy expensive facial products? why buy nice clothes? why go for diet? why visit watsons or guardian?

simple. coz u want to present the best of urself. and when i say best, i mean all-my-effort best. not heck-care best.

and if u still disagree with wat ive said and beg to differ,

pls go shave away ur hair and become a nun then.

no? afraid? even buying shampoos is being superficial. why cant u use bodysoap to wash ur hair? it still cleanses. ohhh.. i forgot. it doesnt moisturise ur hair wellenuff and prevent u from getting split-ends? not forgetting the lavender fragrance and the silkysmooth texture?

ta-da! i welcome u to the dark-side.

it all started out as a casual remark from my fren.

him " why learn photoshop?"


me " coz im ugly. thus i need to make sure i looked good in the photo. thankyouverymuch."


him " aiya. no need to care abt looks one wat"


me " haha. hey wait. is dat a zit on ur nose?!"


him " holycow! pass me my ultrastrong t3 formula right now! damn it! Adonis scammed my
300bucks per facial session! i could hav juz use the money for the new AX series jeans."


me " *yawn*"


ok la. the last few sentences r juz bullshit. but still, ppl do get superficial at times. would u even dare to drink a treat while clubbin from someone who looked a tad worse than MarkLee. or someone who is of the same league as say, JohnnyDepp?


oh wait r u gg to argue dat ur beloved JohnnyDepp is like an angel with triple-halos? like his character is of million times better than MarkLee?

" Is the often-lauded SexiestManAlive really this sloppy an eater? "

oh wat abt the charming OrlandoBloom?

say. even after acknowledgin all these. would u still decline the drink he offered u? which is like the dream of billions of girls worldwide? and go for MarkLee coz he's oways doing xtremestunts on national tv for charityshows?

ta-da! i once again welcome u to our club.

Juz like last year. this year's newyear celebration had been a funfilled one! another trip out with the gang!

but the planning was a tough one. we were compromising with each other with where to go for the countdown and what to do before it. so caier got fedup with the planning and i helped him with co-ordinating. and we changed from siloso beach party to zouk outdoor countdown to clubbing to national musuem to kbox.

and in the end. guess wat. we went to Miramar Hotel for their Chinese cuisine buffet.

i shall exclaim it out loud.

DO NOT, be warned, DO NOT GO FOR THEIR DINNER BUFFETS!

one of the major complains we had was the serving size. we ordered BIG servings since there were 5 of us. and in the end, it turned out small. for the first few plates we controlled and ignored the mistakes made. But after a few rounds. we got pissed off with it becoz its almost impossible for 5 of us to share this small plate of scrabbled egg with scallops. of which the scallops were like shredded into million pieces coz it looked ridiculously small. So we talked the their waiter first. in vain, we decided to follow the commercial pyramid and went to sound out our problem( or theirs) to one of their supervisors over there.

and i muz say. we were all quite pissed off by the supervisor's response. coz we thought he understood our problem and thus, expected some changes to the serving size.

but ta-da, the next 5 dishes were of no difference. everything small and skimpy. excuse me. but i dun pay 20plus bucks to eat somethin worse than zhi-char.

we went to tell another supervisor of theirs. a lady. she was polite and apologised for the mistakes. she told us its becoz the kitchen was short-handed and thus, they had difficulty following the correct orders.

we even witnessed some honkong guy from the table beside us yelling and complainin to the supervisor about the serving size.

" u juz tell me. wats wrong with my original order?! why muz yall change it to a smaller size? is this how u all work?!"

i never gg to work in service industry.

so in the end everythin came in big servings. and fyi. on the orderlist itself, theres this marvellous sentence.

' Balance Food Will Be Charged Into a-la-carte Prices'

HOW FOXY!

coz we ordered alot. juz in case they didnt amend the problem and we certainly do not want to enjoy our buffet eating somethin of bite-size serving. so in the end. the last 7 dishes we ordered all came in BIG servings.

damn crafty right. beginnin give us small small servings until we got fedup and ordered alot. den there they served BIG servings since we muz be quite full oredi. tihnking dat the last few small dishes won't kill.

*ka-pui!*

we got a big shock when we saw the dishes coming in big servings. so in the end, we did somethin of utmost embarassment.

we squeezed and cramped the food inside our mouths and went to the toilet to flush it away.

*dig hole and hide*

so we ended the whole buffet with diluted and watery watermelon sago.

hurray to the last dinner of 2006!

***

after the whole woo-ha dinner. we went to boatquay and was resting at the big 'concourse' outside the mrt station. shit i forgot the name. but never mind. we were sitting at the stairs juz like the hundreds, waiting for the fireworks, which was like, an hour later.

so we were chitchatting and catching up. tok cock sing song.

30mins passed and the topics started running out. so in the end. we compromised and decided to go to a pub to hangout instead of squeezin our ass off in the crowd.

and as usual. we walked the same street back and forth for 5 times before we decided to settle down at this 80s bar which in my opinion, a bar solely for ahbengs whose vocal cords went haywired coz they cant control their volume. and oso with no meaning to the bar's name. which supposed to give an impression of a retro feel.

we ordered chivasregal and were sharing a small table with few cans of coke as the mixer. luckily the mixers were free-flowed. everytime we went over to the bar to ask for more mixer, the bartender will give us like 3-4 cans. so throughout the whole drinkin session. we went over the bar like nearly 10times.

so we kept playing games. finger-guessing. poker cards. dices. lotsa lotsa drinking games. until caier and peitang buai tahan and withdrew from the game. so left me and andy playing and drinking. so sian! i kept losing and drinking la! walao!

Andy and i were playing dices. hard to explain la. but its the standard thing la - loser drinks. and i got no idea why i kept losing. so i was drinkin and drinkin and drinkin non-stop. while andy was happily shouting "HE SI NI! HE SI NI! "

and yesh. the other two? happily sitting down there.

there was a pool table down there oso. so they went over to play. leaving both of us playing drinking playing drinkin playing drinking. they also had a mini-countdown in the pub itself. a very boliao one i muz say. when everyone shouted " HAPPYNEWYEAR". they all suddenly took out aerosol sprays from dunno where. and sadly to say, our table was the only one w/o any of the weapons. pathetic shits. so while the rest spray and hav fun. we were sitting down there kena random attacks. how fun. hah hah hah...

screw the ahbengs.

and afterwhich. we continued playing the drinking until theres no tmr.

yes. we = andy and i.

Andy den came out this oh-my-gawd idea which i shant elaborate on.

so we left the pub at ard 3. looking for cabbies. and bingo. we walked for ard 30mins in no avail.

and we were doing wat seemed like gangster-act while walking on the streets. like playing with the boards and beachumbrellas etc etc. and i was blabbering about DaChangJin on our aimless walk. irritatin the hell of the rest of da gang. but hey, its alot better than a lonely topic-less walk rite?

Ladyluck came when Andy bought his ready-to-eat flavored soba at 7-11. we hopped on the cab and headed back home. reached at abt 430 and fell asleep almost immediately. after bathing of coz.

A reli enjoyable nightsout with da gang. a good start off for the year2007. thanx alot! =)

p/s my room's gonna be ready in no time! all r welcomed!

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