Of strange dreams and snogging

So, plenty of things happened and I not know how to prioritize the blogging.

Saturday started off perfectly. Nice massage, I actually enjoyed the massage minus the oily aftereffect. I had requested to wash off all the oil after the massage but I still felt ready to be bbq the whole day. I later found out that you are not supposed to wash off the oil cos wind will seep in and you will get rheumatism. I think i am doomed. Already, my knee aches when its going to rain.

I had some disagreement with Alboy and for some reason, I feel he is acting like a girl. Sigh. Nm.

I think the highlight of this entry will be my dream. I want to blog it out before I forget.

It was really strange.

Alboy had volunteered to accompany me to my phonetics class. It was more in a desperate move for him, like he thinks that I might be falling for some guy in the class and wanted to accompany me to keep an eye on me.

So he went along. The teacher was a newbie, a Filipino. I can't remember how she looks like.
The lesson went on as usual and it was break time. I was getting irritated and hungry. So I told Alboy that I will go down to the canteen. He went to the toilet.

When I was at the canteen, I met my long time crush. I bought a plate of bee hoon. He walked towards me and gave me a very warm smile. Then as I sat down, he proceeded to sit beside me. He sat so close to me, our bodies were touching. I could feel his warm breath. He obviously wanted to snuggle with me. I wanted to snuggle with him too (in real life as well), but i was afraid Alboy might appear and catch us. Also, I was worried because I had exceeded the 10mins break time and I so wanted to get back to class.

So, I tried my best to keep my distance, but failed miserably. In the end, we got closer n closer to each other and our bodies merged into one blob. Then, it was really chessy, like in Lady and Tramp, we were sharing the bee hoon and somehow landed up kissing. It was a long passionate kiss. Tongue and all, and yes really wet. It felt damn good.

After that, I tore away from him and went back to class.There was no one left. Everyone had left, including Alboy.
I saw my report book on the table. I was so upset because, Alboy left without informing me, and without helping to collect my report book. I was really upset. Then, I wondered if he saw what went on in the canteen.
Then I felt it was the end of the world.

I never found out of Alboy saw us, cos my hp rang at that point in time.

It was Alboy sending me an sms, telling me he just woke up. It was freaky. I was half expecting him to confront me.

So, I called him and told him my dream. In the exact sequence here, except that I conveniently left out the long time crush and snogging part.
Anyway, it just feels strange. Damn strange. Sigh.

Even stranger is, now I feel like I desparetely need to kiss someone to relive that passionate kiss in the dream. And it does not have to be Alboy. Preferbably, long time crush.

Are u chio?

Am slightly disgusted at the way a conversation went with a friend yesterday.

I had barely kept in contact with her since we graduated, we were never really close friends although we sat together, hung out together for most our official lessons time. We were friends of convenience. I remembered how we would seem like good friends during lectures and dash off our separate ways after lessons.

She belonged to the cheong type, Mambo every Wednesday, partied, guys , booze. I was somewhat milder, more boring.

Thus, it was no suprise we went our separate ways after graduation. There was the occasional very enthusiastic 'Hiii, hows you babe' on msn but nothing more. She msn me yesterday at work, asking if I had anything on Friday. It smelt fishy but I continued. She later asked me to go to a Halloween party on Friday. Of course I replied that I already had prior plans with my friends(which I don't), and that if if time permits, we might pop by. Politically correct answer eh.

Then she went ok, Are your friends chio? Its like Duh. Then she revealed that the organiser were lacking girls, chio girls in fact. It was disgusting. I know she likes name dropping and hanging around with beautiful people. But still, its almost like discrimination against normal looking people. There should be a sedition act for such things. I

guess it was a good thing that I hung ard with other friends, like my astro friends. They are so much nicer people. Read the same books, enjoy the same things mostly and talk a lot of kok.

OTT

Ok, the plan was to finish clearing my email before blogging, but the server had to be down.

Thats 5 whole days of not switching the computer on. Sleep has crept up on my pirority list these days

I had wanted to blog about my Saturday before the memories slowly fade away. If I could, I want one of those bowls that Gandalf has so that I can relive them.
I attended a bridal event on Saturday. Shocked eh, even I am. Esp given the current state of things where weddings totally pissed me off. I am still slightly pissed at it but nm.

My colleague had this extra ticket for a 'Fairytale Wedding;. Fairytale wedding - duh. I am not sure, Some girls dream of themselves as princesses on their wedding days, all dolled up beautifully and everything and die to get married. I don't. In fact, I have never thought of such a thing all my life, then and now. I was cynical at the invite itself 'Fairytale wedding'.

I was her plus one for that event. It was meant for marrying couples to go but we went together anyway. There was a 5 course lunch. It sucked pretty much anyway.

When I was there, they set up little rooms where they show you wedding stuff, from wedding cards (which pretty much all look the same to me), wedding gifts -which in my opinion chocolate is the best, why bother about bells or shot glasses or keychains. But I had to admit, some of the keychains were pretty cute, but then, if I had my choice, I will just choose the cheapest, afterall, half the people at your wedding do not know you and will not be bothered with what the table gift is. Choose chocolate, has endophins(spelling?), makes you happy, makes everyone happy.

Then, they had different menus for dinner course and colour schemes. It was so confusing. I flipped through it and left it back at the table. Duh, too much information on a Saturday. Its crazy. I could see so many couples poring over it all. Its crazy, I repeat. Again, if I had my choice, I will just pick the one that is cheap but does not look cheap. Who cares if you take pains to choose the nice nice fish or nice nice seafood, its all going to suck. With the exception of Tracy's wedding, how many of you actually tasted good food at a wedding???

We were then led into the ballroom where there was a fashion show, at least I attempted to look at the details on the gown. After the 5th gown, the 40 other gowns following it all looked the same to me.

I left the whole event, even more anti-wedding then before. I mean, its ok to get married, but to put so much emphasis on it, it misses the point for me.
Maybe I my mindset will change as I grow older, but thats it for now.

The saving grace was that my colleague was excellent company. It beats sleeping on a Saturday afternoon. I, however, did deliberately leave all the brochures that I collected with Alboy. It was more to see his reaction than anything. Haha.

Some people are born bitches

I re-read my last blog and cannot believe how happy i was there. It felt like so long ago, that happiness feeling.

*pause* am trying out the OTO Trimax that my mum bought while typing this. So I'm vibrating and itching. Its supposed to increase blood circulation so it itches. I'm supposes to last ten minutes with it, but its only 1 min now and I can barely feel my stomach already. Its so itchy. The last time I did some vibrating machine, I itched like crazy and turned all red, like freshly bloomed flowers in a spring meadow.

3 mins elapsed. Cannot take it anymore...So itchy..yikes

K, now that I ripped that thing off me I can think better and blog better.

After that spate of happiness, I got really really pissed, so bloody pissed I do not want to retype it all here. I think I narrated the whole story to so many people on msn that i am really really tired of repeating myself. In short, some people are born bitches and I hope with all my heart that the bitch gets her period on that day and stain her dress a horrific red for the whole world to see. That should suffice and appease me.

Alternatively, let it rain cats and dogs the whole day. Cats and Dogs as in big thunderstorm, to make things as difficult as possible on that day.
When I get mad, I rant. I think of loads of nasty things that I wish will happen to you. Believe me, I have quite an imagination and I usually don't care much.

I wish things will get more exciting.

I had wanted to go HK during the upcoming p.hols, but Alboy is so non-committal abt it that I decide i will forget about it. I will not let myself get so uptight over it. If I really do want to go, I will just plan and go myself. He had verbally agreed to go to HK with me. I did all the research - not much actually, but I found the flights and hotel contacts. I have enough miles to redeem a flight so all he has to do is to go book his flight or at least give me the go-ahead to book on his behalf. I have told him that, so the ball is in his court and I will not do anything. And the ball has been in his court since then, surprise.

Anyway, anyone up for beach volley in Sentosa anytime soon?
Or dinner in sentosa, beach front dinning, its quite cool. Quiet and breezy. (We can all hide in Guybrush's Kangoo and cheat on admission) Just a thought, like human smuggling.

K. May the bitch get her period on that day and make a bloody red mess for the entire world.

Happiness!

Its been some time.

Many things have happened. Now you can be jailed for your blog's contents. I still do not quite understand the whole thing. Those guys certainly deserve a hard knock on their heads for being so silly as to write such thing, or reveal their identities. But then again, those were the good old days when we thought the internet was a free space for everyone. Apparently, it seems not so.

I wonder what Sg youths will be like ten years later with no outlet to express themselves. First you complain we do not express ourselves, do not voice our opinions, when we do, we have to make sure they are politically correct first. Duh.

I do not know what those two guys wrote exactly.

If they attacked the religion itself, then it is so wrong, for obvious reasons. You cannot attack something age old which millions cling to as their faith just because you do not believe in it. This is why I walk away and try hard to keep my mouth shut when over-zealous Christians come evangelizing. They can get quite irritating sometimes, which in itself is so ironic. You keep me away by trying to spread the faith to me.

However, if they attacked the characteristic of the people of that race, then ... I have to say 'no comments'. Dun play play, wait kena jailed so 'no comments' it is.

Sigh. I still do not see how a jail term will help. Send them to community service, make them mingle with people of the faith to understand more and clear misunderstandings. That may be better. Now, I'm sure the halo effect of the whole saga is that everyone feels stifled. They will just talk about it among like-minded friends but not blog. How is the government able to police our thoughts? The whole thing reminds me of 1984 by George Orwell. Big brother is out there. Beware.

Enough of these.

I been quite happy these days. I took a day off on friday and had a great time.

I went shopping with my mum. I bet you didn't expect that, because any conversation between my mum and I usually sounds like a fighting match. However, I have to admit that as I grow older, I really learn to appreciate my parents more. Really, it frightens me what I'll be without them.

I bought a multicolored Papilllio. Or rather, my mum bought me a multi-coloured Papillio. Its my second pair of Birkenstock. My first pair was a orange, conservative design. Now, I have the multi colored ones. I was pondering for the longest time if they will match my denim skirt today but I decided against it and wore green heels instead. Can't wait to wear them.

I did my nails too. Its fantastic. The best I did so far. The girl really scrubbed all my calluses away. My sole is so soft and pinkish now, and mind you I had a lot a lot a lot of dead skin to start with. Go look for Melodyn at Espirit Wisma Level 3.

I bought a dress too!. I bought a nike top too!
Its amazing what one day off work can do to you.

I'm a happy girl today

because,

I got my hair cut!


I always thought of my hair as black, but somehow this photo makes it look brown. I had never dyed my hair. When I was younger, people would say , hey nice colour. Now, even the stupid hair dresser thinks its a badly dyed job.

To eliminate photogragh tricks, I took a pic of Alboy's hair and it turned out black all right.

Then, I saw a rainbow.


It was a really really really big rainbow. At the Macpherson Junction. Its been so long since I last since a rainbow and so big too. I only caught part of it in this photo since the car was moving.

Then, I finally used my metro vochurs and bought a bag!



i bought this but in orange. I was a little peeved after I did a google on it. They splashed the word italy all over but its actually a china owned copmany with a really crappy website. But thankfully, the bag's not too bad. But to pay for it without vochurs is too overpriced.

Then, I spent my $10 Marks and Spencer vochurs!
I bought mushroom soup, onion soup and minestrone soup. Yum Yum, I just hope they are not too salty as most canned food are.

So happy today.

Work

Today I will blog directly in Blogger instead of in some software where I can do spell check. So, there would be loads of spelling errors here. My spelling is atricious and I have been overly reliant on spell check and terrible handwriting all these years.

Its been slightly crazy at work these days. I am not overwhelmed by the sheer volume. I never do and I will never allow myself to be. I believe I work fast, unlike my xxx colleagues who are so darn inefficient. Have to use xxx, else will come under Sedition Act. One of my colleague left and she left me wiping her ass. I had already expected it. Thankfully she was also very inefficient so after frantically sorting out her sorry mess for a day, everything was more or less in order.

I am in charge of clearing her emails now. She gets only one or two work related emails a day. The rest are advertisments for spas, shopping, discounts, promotions, birthday reminders, all of which she signed up to, not spam.

I wonder what she does in her normal workdays. Chao Keng.

I am also glad that we have hit quota with two more weeks left to go. This means that I also can chao keng for 2 weeks before the cycle starts again. Thats me, coporate rat. Sometimes chao keng does you good.

I'm also glad its Friday tomorrow. Although the week seems to have whizzed by, Friday 5pm is still a lovely feeling.

There was a time..

I realised my writing these days has became too business-like. Its straight to the point. Hardly any adjectives.

I used to write more frivolously just a few years ago. Then, I could take the time to describe the surroundings, the feelings in whatever I wrote. I made references to other objects more.

Now, I write " I was on the bus when I saw this young couple"
A few years ago, I would have written "It was a sweltering day and I was squashed on the bus. A body wet from perspiration brushed against me, I turned around and saw this young couple"

Something like that.

I think I lost it.

Was reading an essay by a Secondary school kid and it jolted me.
I guess life hardened us.

Grrrrr

KNNCBB!

I think my DVD player is spoilt. I only watched a few shows on it.
- Aviator. Totally dumb show. Leo Dicarprio totally pisses me off. I cannot imagine I actually like Titanic then
- Spanglish. Soso, very average
- Disc 1 of Hotel Rwanda. Before it went caput on me, it went loading loading loading before it displayed 'bad', as if to mock me.

Its only a week and a half, its terrible.

Hotel Rwanda is probably the best show so far. The accent reminds me of one of my University Prof.

If you do not know what the show is about, let me summarise it for you,
In short, its a show about ethic cleansing and a man's effort to maintain humanity.

Long ago, the Belgians ruled Rwanda. They divided the people into the Hutu and Tutsis. The Hutu and the Tutsis were divided based on ridiculous criteria like width of nose and other physical features. The Tutsis were in power. However, when the Belgians left, they left power to the Hutu instead. All hell broke lose. The long oppressed Hutu wanted revenge on the Tutsis and went on to do a ethic cleansing. The UN and other international peace forces pulled out from Rwanda, leaving it to fend for itself.

The lead character, Paul, is a hotel manager. He is Hutu but his wife and his neighbours are Tutsis. During this period of mess, he turned Hotel Rwanda into a refugee place, keeping the Tutsis safe. Then....Disc 2. DVD player spoil.

So anti-climax.

Its all about shit

If you don't already know, I have a fascination with shit.

I just went to shit, and it was all soft and moist so I'm inspired to blog.

My secret fantasy is to take a picture of splattered shit and show it around.

I love the shit that splatters all over the toilet bowl, the kind that comes out quick and fast when you have diahorrea. (I hate this word, can't spell it, no spell check here)

My best shit so far was in a restaurant in Manila, too bad I didn't have my camera then. My stomach was in shambles as I rushed to the toilet. It was those single unisex cubicle. The ladies was in use. I stood outside for 5s, before dashing into the male one. It was one cubicle, would not have made a difference.

Man, I shat so badly in there. The shit all over the place. It was so gross. For someone like me who likes to see my shit, I found it gross too. I shat so badly, I felt guilty about dirtying the toilet bowl, I actually used some tissue to try cover my mess. That was so bad, I went on to shit like 5 more times that night. In short, I shat all over Manila.

Then, I have my discussions with Emily on floating and sinking shit. I bet you do not realised that sometimes your shit floats and sometimes it sinks. Its fascinates me.

Some people have to shit every morning, I don't. I shit when I feel like it. In fact, I think I shit more at work than at home.

And there are times I refuse to shit in Mersing and empty my bowels immediately when I reach home, or at NUS when the bus drops us off.

Hahaha.

Yesterday, my colleague called someone who was jobless a loser.

This loser is another colleague's bf. He graduated in the same year as me and joined the rat race along with the rest of us.

He has found his job not to be motivating and very uninspiring. Therefore, the resignation.
I secretly envy him for being so brave and reckless. In these days, can you really afford to quit without securing another job?

His logic was that quitting will allow him to concentrate full time on his new job search.
I know I will never be able to toss my hair in the air and quit just like this.

If I had a choice, would I want to work? I sit on the fence on this.

I hate having to kickstart my body so early in the morning. I am so not a morning person, it doesn't matter if I slept 20 hours the night before, waking up before noon is still a feat to me. I hate being a coporate rat, I hate that whatever I do at work benefits a company whose chairman I do not see. I hate that only a tiny fraction of the money I earn for the company goes to my pay. I hate the routine.

I do enjoy getting my pay, the slight freedom it gives me. I do enjoy that I do not have to lie aimlessly on bed. I do enjoy the Friday 5pm moments.

Let see, it seems like my do enjoy list is way shorter. But hey,the grass is always greener on the other side.

But I conclude, money drives me. Do you dare say money does not drive you. Whatever crap you give abt money being a factor and what not is crap. Think about it, it all comes back to one root.

I think if I had a million dollars parked somewhere, work will be more fun.
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Back to more friulous issues, I been staring at my nails and been wondering if I want to get a pedicure.

Pedicures in my opinion are a total waste of money. However, I enjoy them tremousdouly. You have pretty toes after that.

Who in the world looks at toes? Only girls.
***
I hate reading the newspapers when they write about how ITE graduates become very sucessful, and how more and more poly students go to university.

I think its crap. Hellllo, we all know that Its The End no matter how nicely you spruce up your campus and how poly students cannot make it, even those that evenutally do go on to university. A handful of them are fine, but most of them just lack it up there.

Why can't the govt and newspapers tell the truth. So, after ten years after your ITE days, your mean salary will be 2400. I remembered reading somewhere that the national average salary is 2400. So, they take ten years to be average, and you consider it good? You were the ones who whipped us so hard in our school days, telling us we had to get the best education, you made us work so hard and now you say poly and ITE is good? Hellloo.. wake up your idea.

What I do love is when the govt condemn the malays by publishing those embrassing stats. Finally. Helllo....still dun want to wake up your idea?

10 things

10 things that make me happy, or at least give me moments of happiness

1. Swimming. It always makes me feel better.
2. A good chocolate icecream especially when I am craving for it.
3. Good grooming services, if only they didn't have to add up to be so costly.
4. Meeting up with friends who make me laugh. Its becoming increasingly harder to arrange for all to meet up.
5. Nice things.
6. Alboy
7. Watching the stars rise and shine
8. Friday at 5pm. Its a wonderful feeling when you know the weekend is finally here.
9. Not having to stick to a schedule.
10. A good book

Ten things that makes me depressed

1. Having no direction.
2. Looking at my happy list above and realising that argk. I know not how to word it.
3. Finishing reading a good book, I always feel aimless after that.
4. Picking up the phone to call someone, but putting it down again because I do not know know who to call.
5. Having to eat white porridge when you are sick.
6. Wondering why the weekday past so slow/weekend so fast
7. No appetite
8. Falling sick
9. Being depressed. Its a bloody vicious cycle
10. Sunset.

Its a strange thing really.

Today I struggled to get out of bed. I had to battle myself to go to work instead of take an mc. I was reminding myself of all the things I could have done if I didn't have to go to work. I yanked myself out of bed in the end. If I succumbed myself to staying in bed, that would be it for me.

So, I washed up and got it work.

Then, it rained the whole day, making it just the right weather to snuggle in bed.

Then, my throat started to get sore. I had to refill my 500ml Nalgene 7 times, walked to the toilet every 20 mins but yet my throat became more and more painful. I then started to feel slightest feverish too.

Looks like I would had a better time if I stayed in bed.

Damn it, am taking MC tomorrow.

Am having a headache now.

Am having a headache now.

Its the kind of headache where you feel starved of oxygen, you head throbs away and you have to press your head in a certain direction against the pillow when you sleep.

I had a dream/nightmare over the previous issue. My heavy heart tells me that my chances are gone, but yet I can't help holding on to this tiny tiny piece of hope. Afterall, it will only be one week tomorrow. Pls.

I believe this is all an attest to what goes around comes ago. I had the chance to drill/tekan/embarrass so many people. I treated them lightly, and found them pesky. Then, I already knew one day the tables will turn and I will be in their position. I guess what I did, regardless of job function, took away a lot of my karma points.

To happier stuff, I have a new Toshiba DVD player. I got it free. Alboy bought a humongous TV and he was bargaining hard with the salesguy. The price was slashed but it wasn't as attractive as Alboy wanted. Neither wanted to bulge, so I whisper to Alboy to ask him to throw in a DVD player instead. So they did, after some haggering, and now I have the DVD player. Fantastic. Except that it is playing on my 14 inch mono input TV which was won in a lucky draw years ago. I believed I was like in lower secondary then. So, you know how when you play vcd/dvd, they always make a landscape out of the image with those two slabs of black above and below, this makes the actual image on my tv even smaller. Its like only 10cm tall.

Anyway watching TV does not interest me, I hooked it up to make sure it was working, slotted a dvd in, then switched it off and went to read a book instead. I surprise even myself sometimes.

Need to sleep and clear my mind. And rid the heavy heart too.
Nights

Pls, phone ring, pls

I have been on tenterhooks for the past two days. I imagine that my handphone is ringing. I keep looking at it to make sure I do not miss any calls. I leave my desk at work only to scurry back to be by my phone. I revert my handphone back to ringing mode when I go out for lunch. I check my phone immediately after my swim.

I think I did alright. The first session was confusing. It felt really weird after that. The second session lasted only ten minutes. I struggled a little with the accent. Could it be that he was put off by the initial confusion. I hope not. I am going slightly demented.

Pls, phone ring, pls.

Free Advertising? Pui!

Fuckanathan

Since when did my blog become and advertising tool, come check out my wedding photos..duh.
Anyhow, its Sg here, who takes wedding photos in UK.
I thought it was porn at first but I clicked on it nevertheless. So, I saw some wedding pics on the first page but did not explore further. Kok.

I did a goggle, and anon was previously Jaybee, and he has an empty blog 'noluck53'. Tough luck.
He goes around leaving the same msg on blogs, even on blogs that are not English. Kokanathan.
I am going to leave it there till Friday so that you know where my angst is coming from before I delete his comment. Free advertising? I'm pissed.

Its a small world

The world is increasingly getting smaller

All my friends are scattered across the globe.

They started scattering to the West when they won scholarships or were rich enough to pay for an overseas education. But, it was mainly the US, UK and they came back eventually. I lost touch with most of these people anyway. I was never too close to them.

Now, the friends I made in University have found jobs and are all over the world for work. Some for days, some for weeks,months and even years.

ZZ is in Japan teaching English. He is under the employment of the Japan Government. Ultimate coolness.
Vinny is in Taipei. About Vinny, I have tons to say later. *adjourned*
ZY is in Suzhou.
CY is in some obscure part of China.
Windz is in KL.
WG is in Norway/Finland. Ya, guess where he works.
and oh ya
GJ in some jungle out there.

We are all scattered over Asia Pacific. Which leads me to think the way business and organization grow these days.

*sings its a small world after all, its a small small world*

K, vinny.

He has been icqing me everynight in Taipei. He doesn't even talk to me this much when he is in Sg. Its like he updates/reports to me.
He is a 'woe betide me' guy.
Everynight, he has something to complain. First, he couldn't open his luggage lock and spoiled it, the next night he missed the company bus, the night after he lost NLB's copy of Lonely Planet, after that he thought he lost his hp and not to mention having to iron clothes.
Who irons clothes overseas??? Esp when the company is paying.

Attitude attitude. Some people always appear happy, I am sure they get bad hair days too. Some people like vinny think they are the most unfortunate beings around and everything is always going wrong for them.
I am a little sick of him complaining to me and I feel like scolding him over ICQ. But, I know its can get lonely in a big hotel room and so I am being nice. I been so nice so far. Maybe I will go slap him when he comes back.

What has a girl got to do these days?

I so know Cleo is not the magazine I should read when there was a technology section and one of the question was

" What's the difference between digital zoom and optical zoom?"

Kok. *slaps myself on forehead*

Doesn't the whole world already know this?

Don't ask me why I was reading Cleo in the first place. I actually bought the magazine. This is the second issue I bought. The first was out of sheer curiosity, this issue - I had sneaked it into Alboy's purchases when he was paying for petrol. I figured that since I wasn't paying for it, why not? Cheapo eh.

Anyway, I still cannot figure. They recommend clothes and accessories that are so so so expensive and yet explain the difference between digital and optical zoom. I mean, if those girls can afford the clothes and all, they would be of some intelligence at least. Most of us work darn hard for our money k.

On a separate note, I saw a pretty dress at woman's secret the other day.I would have bought it if not cos I think it was a little too expensive and mainly cos the material was so thin, you could see my multicolored underwear from beneath.

I have no idea why things these days are so expensive. Everything nice is like at least 60/70 bucks.

I still cannot decide if I have enough clothes or too little clothes. My take on it is that I do not have enough clothes. Most guys will think otherwise. But hey, I feel that I really don't. A girl has simply too many occasions to go to, to dress up for, and to look stunningly good. Be it casually stunning good, or formally dressed stunning good, wedding dinner stunningly good..u get the drift. Its just too hard. It gets tiring really.

ML came up with a wishlist for her bday, and I am inspired to do one too. Afterall, my bday is all but 4 months away. You can start to save up now.

In no particular preference.
- a external harddisk, the more G the better.
- a new digital camera, equivalent to my sony T1. I like the T1 but it simply doesn't work well without flash
- a facial package
- a manicure, pedicure package sounds good too
- nice bling blings
- an eyeliner (for some strange reason I myself cannot fathom why it is in this list)
- a new PC
- nice shoes (yes, I am still thinking about whether I really need that lovely pair of shoes from 9west)
- nice handbag for every occasion ( I hate handbags for the reason I don't own a nice one, and that its just too hard to find the right fit)
- a nice dress for the many weddings I have to attend
- many tubs of different flavored Ben and Jerry's (comfort food)
- a car would be nice too
- more clothes.
- shopping vouchers

hahahha, and loads more.

Its Mid week!

So, the president election is on Aug 27th eh. Like I care. Ka-pui. I hope there will be an election though.

...

Waiting for NDP long weekend.

Off I go.

So, no news of president elections, am I am off to Kota Tinggi. Crap.

I went to 4 different places today to buy insect repellent but I landed up with none. I wanted the yellow bottle but no where seemed to carry it, when i got desperate and was willing to buy any brand, I couldn't find anyone who sells insect repellent at midnight. What good is Cheers and 7-11 if they don't sell insect repellent?

I am now master at packing. I pack really fast and really little. In fact, packing is like so normal to me.

K, need to go try to shit. I hate shitting in Msia.