Walking With Us

Sunday, July 27

The 7 Drawfs???

Date of Incident : 26th July 2008
Location : Central, World Of Wines
Time : 2030
Subject : Giant Invasion
Witness by : The Writer of This Blog
Details :

It was a moderately busy day, weird weekend crowd as usual, but this was really unexpected.
At about 8 30 pm, I was dusting as usual, and a bunch of Caucasians walked into the shop. They are not just Caucasians, they are giant Caucasians. The 1st one came in, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, not because he is particularly cute although I have to admit he is, but his height was unusual. I thought I have seen the 2nd tallest person in my life (other than the one in Melbourne ) but wait, his bunch of friends and family followed in right behind him. The 1st tall guy wasn’t the tallest. One by one, in total 7 of them came into the shop. I was startled, I suddenly felt like I am a midget who works in undersized shop in world of giants.

If you guys have been to the shop, do you remember the white shelves in the middle of the shop. I am 1.58m and without tip toe-ing I have to stretch my hands a little to have my fingertips touch the top part of the shelf that I clean once a while after much dust collecting.

One of the giants, not the tallest one, had to bend down a little in order for his chin to touch the top! He was in a relaxing way, putting his arms on the top of the shelf like it’s an arm rest or some sort, and his chin on his arms, browsing the type of spirits this shop has to offer. I couldn’t stop looking at him. I had to climb a freaking ladder to clean the top. That same fella had to bend down a little so he won’t hit our sign board as he enter or exit the shop. The tallest one among the group was just standing outside waiting. His head is very near the ceiling, I wonder how they fit into MRT. I think they’re easily the tallest person I’ve seen in my life. The one I’ve seen in Melbourne, although the height of my face is at his butt, his upper body was noticeably short. This group of tallies however, was very proportionate.

I feel so small now.

Good Time, Good Laugh

It’s been a wonderful few weekends, July is about to end and the moon cake festival is about to arrive.
I am 24 this year, but I still tell people I am 23 when asked. About time to update my habit, 23 is history.
So I went to the night festival with usual gang and new people. It was fantastic although a bit tiring, good thing is that my next day work is a noon shift.
I am very fascinated by the big man in the little house thingy, and I think I will have this new habit of showing the video of it I’ve taken to anyone who haven’t seen it.

The normal mostly white piece of building of antique-ness was brightened with changing colors, I felt like it was a dream. When looking at it, I just wished I had a bottle of something in my hands, something alcoholic, a bottle of beer with floral aromas or a glass of red that will make whatever that already dazzled me, fascinates me more.

I thought it would be really nice if there is no one else but our group of people there, outside the museum on the grass patch, with jazz playing in the back and a mat for us to sit on, no 6 legged freaks or crawlies around, with a rather big size tray where we place all our preferred choice of drinks on. Enjoy the wind, the jazz, and the pretty sight of castle in the air with lavender plants surrounding us. Not forgetting the big man little house right beside us so I can poke him with satay stick which I will get from parklane anytime I feel like it.

Inside the museum, many objects of not so past history displayed throughout the building that reminds us of how our parent’s or grand’s lifestyle used to be. We can even recognize some of those tools and remember using them before when we’re really young. Memories and flash backs flooded through my mind for a few seconds once every while when I come across something that looks familiar.

It’s a nostalgic trip, although not always in a good way. The catering flower imprinted metal containers that stack on top of each other. Those were used when I was in kindergarden, always going to my dad’s office after school in indo, and wait for lunch to arrive in those catering thingy. The bad part is, that is also the time where my mum would beat me up with those meter ruler until it breaks, and pull my ears etc, and drag me all the way to the toilet with me struggling and kicking all the way, and lock me in the toilet from outside, and switch off the lights. Leaving me in the dark and freaking out to death coz I thought a human-like non-human will climb out of the big water tank ( think Singapore don’t have those in toilets ).

The thing is, it is funny now that I think of it, was the lock installed from outside of the toilet door for the sole purpose of locking people like me up? I remember seeing that lock from my earliest memory. But is it really possible they installed a lock outside the toilet door as just one of the method to punish me??? If not, what is the lock there for?? But the toilet I was talking about was in the office building. Did they actually know that there will be a day that they will discipline me at my dad’s office and will lock me in the freaking toilet, I wonder.

Ok OOT already, but anyway, still, nostalgic.

After taking many pictures and checking out some interesting things, we head to coffee bean to rest our tortured feet. Talk about quite an amount of rubbish there and as everyone was on their way to stoney land, something interesting happened and thanks to one of the new people whose name sounds like “I don’t know”. Everyone broke into laughter and into tears, and those on their way to stoney land was brought back to lamerland, once again.

To think, not too long ago, we’re talking about how no one saw me laughing till I tear before or something? There you go.

They made a joke about how they should give everyone a packet of that poison during my funeral next time when I die. I was thinking, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all, you know, if anyone is to secretly be happy if I died, at least I can make them cry. And maybe I should put a list of people who I think will be happy if I died, on my will or something, of whom to give the most poison to. Must make them cry. Plus, in case no one actually cried, at least those poisons will make it look like an important person had died. So smart of me, yet it kind of felt a little morbid.

Friday, July 25

The Hunt

So I went system hunting today. More like a price hunt though, I went around Sim Lim Square hoping to get a good price for computer of my specs, and looking and checking out the monitors etc to see which I prefer. I always have this thing about LCD screen that I don’t like, they are very bright, and if I turn down the brightness, it’d look a little too sad. If I turn up the contrast on the other hand, something seems off, I don’t know what, it just is. Staring into LCD screen for too long gives me headache too for some reason. Is it just me? Or anyone else has the same problems?

I have now a rough idea of what kind of monitor I want, the Samsung one looks kind of cool, Philips one too. But I like those view Sony thingy which seems to have a matted feel to the screen. Most of the other wide screens I have seen seem to be quite reflective. Wouldn’t be a good idea if I want to laze on bed and watch movie on a bright afternoon.

So I printed 10 copies of this

and went around Sim Lim asking for quotes. I realize they have an increase number of Indian shop owners since the last time I went there. nothing good or bad, just interesting, one of the shop is owned by this Indian couple. The wife looks more like a white Indian or some sort and she speaks Chinese. So far they gave me the best price, but some of the things were replaced.

So anyway, here is what I’ve collected.

A little messy but will do some changes and decide from here where I will be getting my next system from.

I have always wanted to have one of those acrylic casing for my system but I realize today, all those casing are screwed at even the side panels. Good thing is I am able to see through everything, just for the fun of it. Bad part is, whenever I need to open up to fix something, I have to do the unscrew open and screw it back in this that.. it’s a little tedious.

It will probably take a few days for me to make some adjustment and decide which type of combination I want. Let’s hope that everything will not exceed 2k.

Thursday, July 24

The anti freaky moment

Almost a 2nd chapter to my last post although not exactly. This is one of the things I do to calm myself off the freaky moment.

Open a bottle of white and...

Enjoy it with some very light blue cheese and Cheddar cheese

I have to say, the Cheddar cheese taste a more like milk after the wine.
A little introduction about this particular bottle.
I heard someone told me it has some kind of oily texture, I became interested upon hearing that and so…
The tasting notes available on the website does not come close to what I’ve tasted, but well, to each his own.
TASTING NOTES
An appealing pale yellow colour.
The nose shows damp hay, rich apricot and honey, subtle oak and a complex mineral character. The palate is rich and full bodied with a long finish and hint of sweetness. Probably best between 2007 and 2010.
Extremely versatile food wine - excellent with lightly spicy Thai style dishes, seafood and most white meats or on its own.
Picture for illustration, the one I had was a 2006

I can kind of understand where the 'Oily' part came from although that doesn't seem to be the best way to describe it. Oaky, yeah definitely a bit, but it smells surprisingly similar to this chicken soup from crystal jade that drink once every week or something.

The thing is, when people describe the aromas and taste of wines. They like to use terms like whatever berry, whatever spices, whatever this that. The thing is, not every Asians even know how boysenberries taste like, (neither do I) so we can only relate the taste/aromas to what we are most familiar with.

At times, someone could tell you the wine smells like Chinese herb, but a Caucasian comes along and have a sip and tells you it smells like some kind of tiny berry of some sort that has a bit of bitterness in it. You can kind of tell these two people smells something similar from the wine don’t you. When Chinese herbs were mentioned, the Caucasian look confused. The Asian is clueless about the berry mentioned too.
So technically, you can almost say anything to describe what you smell, no one can say you are wrong, so don’t shy. But don’t go telling people that you think shiraz is sweet. That is like telling people you think salt is sweeter than sugar. Or sugar tears you more than wasabi do or something.
Someone once said out loud that the shiraz he tasted ( along with the rest of us ) was even sweeter than the port he drank at home. I can never forget the face of the others standing around, Confused and speechless.
Nothing about whether or not you know about wine or not, but would anyone taste a pinch of salt and say it’s the sweetest sweet thing he had ever tasted?
Although my first shiraz experience was quite weird too as I used wasabi to describe spiciness, at least I was close *phew* didn’t lao kui.

Freaky Moment

A question

What is the worst possible thing that could happen when you’re shampoo-ing halfway in a shower?
Well, for me, one of the worst possible thing happened just a few hours ago. Exactly when I was shampoo-ing halfway.

There is a roach, a BIG one, about the size of my whole fat thumb when I stretch it out longer on purpose. That is not the crappiest part.

The crappiest part is, the roach have to be between you and the door to safety and ironically very near a roach poison trap.

I approach my towel cautiously in slow-mo while observing the roach altogether because it is kind of near the roach, how big can my toilet be anyway. If it made any big movement, I will scream and jump and cry and slip and fall or something. So anyway … I had to wrap myself up safely with the towel and wait for the right time.

I observe the roach movements and IF BY ANY CHANCE I ALWAYS HOPE NOT! The back of the roach stretched up wide and ready to fly position. I am ready to scream and jump and cry and slip and fall or something before I can be calm enough to reach for the shower and try to shoot the bastard thing down.
Luckily for me this time, it didn’t fly.

Because it was freaking in between me and the door to my own safety, for me to jump over to the door and unlock it ( at times take more than a few seconds usually ), it has to happen in less than 1 second, who knows if the roach will go gah gah and run about everywhere when it hears the jump and the door opening.

I buck up some courage and that is just what I did, and LUCKILY, the door didn’t take long to unlock this time.

My usual pest buster was summoned to army, and there is only a younger brother around, who don’t seem to be very fond of roaches of this size either. But being a non-gay man, he had to do what he had to do. Destroy the bastard.

He piles up pieces of newspapers together, thick enough so he won’t feel too much. Instead of smacking the roaches into many little pieces of legs and a head over here and wings over there ( so glad ) he use the newspapers like tissue and just grab the roach and dump it into the chute behind the kitchen.
Although that is the end of my stupid freaking unwanted adventure, my heart is still pumping hard now at the thought of the bastard roach. It ‘made’ my day/night.

Monday, July 21

Advice

You know how sometimes people ask for advice which wasn’t meant to be really advice, but merely facts that they wish to know more about so that they can make whatever the decision is on their own?
I never like people making decisions for me on things I deem as important. I have this philosophy, I will make my own decisions, at the very least if it is wrong, I will have no one to blame but myself. Are you going to take responsibility if the decisions you made for me are wrong? No? Shoo!
I guess I am this way towards most people, or to those people that I cannot offend, I will just pretend I going your way but really, am I?
I will listen to point of view and facts that is proven. Like when you say there is going to be a storm today and I shouldn’t head to the pool. If I look up the sky and thinks it’s sunny, I will check the weather forecast although I know sometimes it’s not accurate anyway, but I want to know you didn’t just dump me some information based on nothing, or I want to make sure you didn’t read the forecast for the wrong day. That is just an example though, I am not that much of a freak, but you get my point.
So being what I am, when people ask me for advice, I usually leave enough room for their own thinking. As much as I possibly can, I want to make sure the things I told them are as neutral as it can be. I let them decide on their own what they want to do, just the way I like it. Even when giving facts, from whichever source I draw the facts from, if I did remember that it was from a very old source, I will let them know that things may change from then, don’t take what I said as absolute, it’s just a guideline.
Being the way I am, again. I hate it when people is so sure of the facts that they got wrongly in the first place and still confidently input his opinion drawn from his “facts” and repeating many times that he is so sure that his is the right way because it worked for him a thousand years ago. On top of that, he is sure that things won’t change from then when it worked for him. Making his words the only thing you should believe in and nothing nothing else, because he ‘experienced’ it before.
Sure, maybe it is true that the amount of salt that has passed through his throat is much more than the amount of rice that had filled you up, but sometimes, his salt might just expire and he should stop being stubborn about it.
And I also hate it when someone gives you and opinion and says that this is the way it worked for her and thus this is the ONLY way it would work for anyone else in this entire universe. When pointed out that different methods have been proven to work for other people as well, she either ignored that fact and continues her believes, or she thinks you nothing but a liar who made up stories just for the sake of arguing because you want to win. Win? At what? What for? Was this a competition to begin with? Who the hell have been seeing this as some sort of a competition? Where did this come from??? At times, it really baffles me. Most of the time when it comes to this, I stay silent and let them think what they want. Or or or, the 3rd possible way they defend themselves, “maybe the person lied to you” then you bring up another example, then they pick whatever insignificant detail they can find and thinks of something that could make it wrong. It happens for every other example you brings out. She will say things like “oh, must be that one glass of cocktail you drank that night that made you a bit drunk and remember wrongly about it.” Or “must be the loud music in the shopping center, you listen wrongly la, where got such thing one.”
Ok, the thing is, although I am usually pissed when people do this to me. I will totally lose my respect to those who do such nonsensical play on people who need real facts to make major decisions that may affect them in any big way.
I can tolerate people who are trying to be a ‘smart piece of ass’, because you have to admit, sometimes they do make you laugh. But I cannot tolerate people who are trying to be funny playing with all your ego games when it is totally not needed. That said, I am not someone who likes to confront people simply because I don’t feel comfortable with it, or sometimes, I am just too lazy. Also partially because, how many times exactly do you think that your words actually get through to them anyway? I rather spend my time contemplating on how to cushion that sorry ass of the victim if I do care at all.
Rest assured, who ever actually knows the url of this blog isn’t the target of my post. It is more of like a rant from the recent events which reminds me that this happens more often than I have imagined it to be, and I am kind of sick of it.

Sunday, July 13

Back to XP

Saturday, July 12

My Usual Boring Day

I wake up at 12 to set the alarm clock to 1

I wake up at 1 to set the alarm clock to 1:15

I wake up at 1:15 jump out of comfortable bed and step on some random things moo threw on the floor. If that random thing is soft, I will -_-“ not again”

If that random thing is hard, I will curse him for the day for giving my feet pain early in my start of day.

I rush to the toilet to brush my teeth, while brushing I remember I forgot to grab my towel. So while brushing my teeth, I go back to my room and get my towel.

Go back to the toilet, finish brushing my teeth, rub off my bak sai, wash/clean my face. Run back to my room and casually match what I am going to wear for the day.

Usually consist of a skirt a top and a jacket.

Sometimes ¾ pants.

Do the usual thing, perfume etc, and grab my bag and head to the shoe shelve.

It is always either short heels or sandals, never sport shoes although I have one for the sake of having one.

Most of the time, I am already late for work, so I end up hailing for a cab.

Sometimes there are so many many school buses coming down from St Margaret’s Primary School that I couldn’t really cross the road for another 5 to 10 mins. When I do, they pile up at the lower end of the road and even if I got onto a cab, the cab wouldn’t really move.

Most of the time when I reach my destination, it is a just nice time. Not late, just on time. The only few times when I was late was when my cousin went back because she wet her pants, as she falls down on the road of a rainy day. Or sometimes, when I have diarrhea and get stuck in the toilet for like another 10 minutes or so.

There are also a few times when I realize I forgot my wallet or phone when I was already out of the house, usually I end up about 3-4 minutes late for that.

Upon arrival at my work place, the familiarest face I see almost every day, greets me with that silent look from his usual unexpressive eyes. If anything was to be expressed, usually nothing positive, most of the time it’s not about me though, luckily.

My usual super quiet working day starts from there, quiet not because of the environment, but because of the people. My only colleague plus boss doesn’t talk much, probably because we got nothing in common at all. Totally nothing, obviously other than our jobs, that’s what we talk about most of the time, if we even talk. I realize telling him anything about me isn’t a really good idea for various reasons.

But I have to point out that just because I don’t tell him many things, it doesn’t mean that he stereotype people easily, or he think he is right about his own assumptions based on whoever knows what. And he is also not someone who thinks everything he knows should be what people know as well because everyone is a psychic like him who seems to know what other people are thinking. And he is also not someone who gloats over things that he is right about and pretend he haven’t said anything before on things that he is wrong about. Not that I want him to point out that he is wrong, but is there a need to gloat on what he is right about?

No he is not like the boss I’ve been telling you all about last time, that particular boss that I was unhappy with, remember? I am sure you all know which one I am talking about.

I enjoy my silent working life other then the occasional awkwardness of silence. I usually put up a serious look in front of him when I am doing my job, maybe not so serious but at least the ‘no joke’ type. I reckon that if I start being myself in front of him he will think that I can never ever be serious in anything at all. Well, he is a no joke person after all, how should I have behaved? Although I feel that my no joke self does not differ from my normal self when it comes to the results of my work. My boss doesn’t feel that way, neither does yours, right?

My job is usually on the laptop, once a while customers comes in and I serve them. Most of the time, they prefer to be left alone to browse.

I like customer who tells me things, even though I am considered the sales girl there, and I do my job by recommending them what they are looking for, but I like it when they tell me about my wines, things that I don’t already know, or things that I’ve forgotten about. It refreshes my mind and I feel like I am recharged sometimes. Doing computer job too much makes me feel lost in its own world in a bad way… my mind became stiff.

The lunch + dinner or ‘drunch’ hour are usually at about 4 pm, each time, I have to go up those torturous flight of escalators. Not because they’re hard to use, but I have to pass by many many nice restaurants and cafes before I reach my destination, the kopitiam. I had to convince myself that I am super poor although I know I already am, so that I won’t be tempted to step into those nice cafes or restaurants, although my failure rate is about 50%. In case you’re wondering, that’s where I spend a lot of my $ on, losing to temptations like these. Just how weak my will power is? Sometimes when I manage to control myself and go all the way up to kopitiam, I end up wanting to reward myself with a little bit of window shopping, and 20% of my window shopping ends up being non-window shopping. Back to square one. Once a while when I am doing window shopping, I will think of whether or not I should ask Blackie she got mood for clubbing, but it so happen that I always manage to convince myself that I am super broke plus that nice brown color pair of shoes I’ve seen with that fake ribbon thingy could be mine if I skip some clubbing, but in the end, all the $ that I supposedly saved from not going to any clubs end up in the ramen shop or expensive ice creams.

So my silent working day continue till my boss is done with his ‘shift’ and leave the premises. I will start to be myself a little more, I switch the CD to what I like. Sometimes when there is a bottle of wine for staff sampling, ( I am the only staff ) instead of bringing a ¾ bottle home, I finish up another ¼ in the shop by drinking and doing my computer job at the same time. It helps me relax and helps me detect error clearer for some reason, maybe I am too tense usually.

When it’s 7pm, I get the duster from the cupboard and start dusting all the bottles in the shelves. Usually slightly dancing or head shaking to my favorite music in that pile of CD, of coz not in an obvious way, but I got caught a few times by some customers before, they just laugh and continue with their shopping. Some of them end up doing some singing or some hand or leg shaking to the music. I like these people, they’re kind of cute.

After dusting, I check the time and then back up my completed job for the day in my phone. If there is any extra time, I will read some wine magazine or just tidy up the table and etc a little.

At 9pm, I will check to see if there are any extra jobs to be completed by today and finish it all up, like washing the glasses that I’ve used.

At 9:15, I shut down my laptop and tuck it away. Start cleaning the counter from all the oily smudge left by some customers or myself, usually in the shape of handprints or elbow print. Because of the amount of things on the counter, I usually take 15 minutes to finish cleaning. I got this thing about wanting my uncle/boss to start his day fresh when he comes in next morning.

Of coz, there are days where I skive a bit like when I didn’t mop the floor after vacuuming, but those are rare cases. Mostly when I am feeling moody or unwell.

Sometimes I will bring the occasional bottle of sample to my sis on my way home, pour her a glass or two and hear her opinion. Sometimes I get interesting detection of aromas from her which most of the time I agreed to. Like smell of green curry from a bottle of Australian cabernet sauvignon. I guess most non Asians don’t usually associate spices with curry, but some other things that is printed in their own library of smell. Thus you hardly hear people say wine that smells like green curry, but it exist. If I were to tell a certain someone that the wine has aroma of green curry, he probably thinks I am bull shitting or trying to act pro but chose not to tell me about it.

I reach home to an empty room other than my brother outside at the living room. Switch on the air con and start surfing, reading blogs, manga, comics, sometimes read a bit about wines, or wine regions or any other things about wine. Not the studying mood most of the time though, more like curiosity.

Moo will return home about this time, and throw everything all around the floor, get my usual nagging for doing that and settles in front of his com too.

I will find many reasons out of nowhere just to find trouble with him and even though he notice my unreasonability he can’t really do much coz if he ignores me, I will start pinching his tummy fats.

After lazing around, I will finally get myself up for a bath and freshen up myself for the night, watch some anime or disturb some people on msn, my cousin, my sister, my pig peng dog yous etc.

Sometimes I will do some tiny cleaning up as I leave my bigger cleaning up on Wednesday nights or sometimes Thursday nights.

Do the usual laundry sometimes etc etc… eh.. boring…

When I feel like it I will read some news, and I will search for some hilarious news on the internet just to convince myself that news are not all that boring.

Usually these things will continue until about 1 or 2 am, and I will start disturbing moo again, asking him to go to bed soon etc.

By about 3 am or sometimes 4, we will be on bed, and it takes about 3 minutes for him to start snoring, while I take another half an hour or more trying to sleep.

Sometimes I dream about me being a heroine in a zombie movie.

Sometimes I dream that I am the victim of some plotted tragedy like in the movies.

Sometimes I wake up to pee

Sometimes I wake up crying coz my pet fish died in a pool of water in the sink… Yes sink.

Sometimes I wake up coz moo talks in his sleeps or grinds his teeth.

Sometimes I hear the so familiar music coming out from nowhere in my dream, but when I try to look for the source of music in my dream, it always leads to me reaching out for my phone to switch off the alarm.

And the day starts again……

So… by the way, my computer screwed up again. So, if you see me coming online and offline repeatedly, or maybe not see me at all. I am neither crazy nor dead. Just imagine me cracking my brain and venting my anger on moo for not being able to fix my freaking com.

That Weird Phone Call

Few weeks back,

A phone call from overseas, called using calling card.

Appeared as local number on my caller ID….

Here it goes......

Lady : Hi, is this Jacinth?

Me : Yes?

Lady : hi hi, how are you? Remember me? That friend of your friend, we went clubbing together recently.

Me : eeehh, you are?

Lady : Theeeerreee, remember? Your friend’s friend, at the club one. You told me you sell wine right?

Me : (thinking, the last time I went clubbing was with blackie on Halloween day, it wasn’t ‘not long ago’ it was indeed almost a year ago, or did my memory fail me way too much ) eeh, yeah I do sell wine, but which friend are you talking about?

Lady : The girl la~~~ anyway, if I go to your shop to get some wine, will I get discount?

Me : eeeeh… uuuh… okkkiiee(in doubt) but, whose friend are you again??

Lady : I find you very insincere ler.

Me : eeh? I am sorry but I seriously don’t remember whose friend are you or which friend’s friend of mine are you.

Lady : hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Me : STEV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOW CAN TOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDIOT!!!!!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FREAKED ME OUT YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today….

A phone call from overseas….

Caller ID shows number starting with 03

I picked up the phone thinking it was some scam shit…

Here it goes...........

Lady : Hi, this is calling from Australia education blah blah blah.

Me : ( unexpected ) yeah? May I know what is this regarding?

Lady : This is regarding the marketing blah blah blah (forgot what she say )

Me : yeeeaaah? (doubt )

Lady : You were studying in Australia in year 2007 right?

Me : eh, 2006. ( its actually 2005 though )

Lady : oh yeah 2005, so just wondering, are you planning to come back and study ?

Me : eh, I didn’t register for any education thingy, and I didn’t leave this number of mine before I left Australia.

Lady : We got your information through one of our website, so we’re wondering ( some question again) this is for a survey we’re doing.

Me : actually, I am at work right now, if possible, I need to end this conversation.

Lady : hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHASHAHAHAHahaHAhHAHAHA

Me : STEV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU !!! AGAIN!!AGAIN!!!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stev : Oh I Love tricking you Jacinth oooh hahahahAHAHAHahHAHAhahHahHahah.

You know, when you have an idiotic friend, she will always be idiotic.

FOREVER!!!!!

Do you believe ?

Tuesday, July 8

I haven’t been blogging for a looooong time, I know I know, nothing else but my laziness…

So today I blog….

The end

*kidding*

Finally went clubbing after a zillion years. MOS again, but no matter how, we always had fun there. The only downside this time is that, I didn’t get to check in my bag because…. We tried to act cool and went in a little too late. Not wanting to be the early sit there like an idiot crowd you see, end up dancing like an idiot with a big bag on my shoulder.

So now I know, next time, we shall go in early just to check our bag in 1^st, go outside and be roam around, and come back again and be the fake cool crowd.

So, we’re watching the bungee thingy at Clarke quay right below those rides. Kind of exciting watching them, and I guess it would be so much more exciting to be on those ride.. but it cost $40 per ride, so not worth it if it is coming out from my pocket.. so someone, anyone, wanna bring me for a ride or two? You pay for me. In return, I help u scream louder.

After a night of clubbing I remembered how much fun clubbing is. It was almost a year ago I last went, I almost couldn’t remember the feeling of fun although I remember those funny incident.

Well, anyway. I really just blogged today for the sake of blogging, I had something to blog about, but after 2 glasses of white, I kind of forgot what I wanted to write… so that’s it.