Monday, March 19, 2007
The static whisper. Yesterday was pretty hectic.
Had to go for brunch with family and aunt clara's family.
Rushed my fat ass all over the house.
Had brunch at 'Wang jiao's dim sum'.
They served the BEST dim sum I've ever had, better than lavendar's.
Gon' go back for more! Gees.
Anyway, it's at geylang lor8, just beside the LEX hotel.
Guys, ya'all gotta try their dim sum LA!
Waynne ate all the siew mai(s), didn't even leave one for me:(
HAHA!
After brunch, went to IKEA!
Was looking for a new desk, cause mine was vandalised by that irritating monkey sister.
But what I wanted was too big for my room, that's why I wanted a room for myself right, now see the consequences of not giving me a room?!
In the end, Dad brought himself leather cushions for his car.
Dad brought us for buffet at Sakura for dinner.
The food damn hell cheered me up, honestly.
I thought my day was gon' suck hardcore cause I didn't get my desk but the dinner made everything better.
Got to eat plate after plate after plate, and get served by super cute/ hot waiters.
I couldn't wish for more, can I?
Buffet @ Sakura
Tempura, my favourite!
Sharkfin Soup - Had
three bowls of it, just imagine that!
Sushi, chicken wings, prawns, etc etc. Woohoo!
I ate six plates of satays okay.
The satay is damn bloody nice.
Damn meat, so tender I tell you.
Okay, this Paper Steamboat thing is fucking
RRRRRRRIP.
See, the thing is, the paper doesn't burn nor does it get wet, but it is paper.
Shit, and the food cooks well too. Amazing eh?
Yes, that was what I ate for dinner.
Alot, isn't it? I'm a fucking fat pig.
Aw, man, I like!
Went to meet ps for brunch today.
Eat at Raffles Subway, and as usual, brunch was good.
Then head down to Suntec to grab Starbucks.
And I guess ma tong is really not sink then.
So embarrassing, damnit.
I should shut my fat gap next time in order not to embarrass myself further.
I cabbed home around 4.
I must go converse more in Chinese, mine's like those half-bucket kinda. Eew?
I am a Chinese and I shall speak fluently.
Actually, come to think of it, I do miss Jiang alot. Sigh.
Sorry, emo-mode.
Met reine in the evening, and we went to bukit timah for dinner.
Cafe 18 was the place, food was not bad.
I had grilled brazilian pork chop which actually was just pork chop in black pepper sause la.
Reine had diced curry chicken and mushroom omelette.
After dinner, we both had durian studel for dessert at Ritz.
Man, I felt like a boody pig the whole day.
Been eating since noon. HAH.
Reine's parents then came to fetch us.
MJ till 23:45, just nice, 15mins before my curfew.
I hate that ahbeng at the coffee shop please.
Stupid gay voice, stupid golden lion mane, stupid cheekopeh smile.
Cheebees, bloody pervert.
"Lai, meimei, yao chi she me? Zhe li you hen duo dong xi chi. Lai ah, lai. Hee hee hee."
Like, 'lai' your ass.
Who's your sister man, don't you 'meimei' me, Bastard.
Me no 'meimei' you, cheebees.
I patronized your stall 'cause my momma wants to eat your Sliced Fish Bee Hoon, else you think I'll 'lai' your stall.
Fat hope, mister, and don't you bloody hee hee me.
Man-whore.
My momma went to buy Emi-Cakes D24 Durian Puffs.
I know my mouth will stink of durian but who gives a shit, I wiped out half of the entire box.
I'm a loyal supporter and die-hard fan of Emi-Cakes' D24 Durian Puffs.
No other outlets can beat them. Woohoo ( ;
Damn, I've been eating way too much. Fuck, don't care already.
Have been helping my mom out with the housework these days since I've nothing to do at home.
I swear those two monkeys are driving me up the walls.
I wanna bash them so badly, esp Sherry, that lazy fat ass.
Curse her computer crash, and her PS2 catch fire, and her Gameboy spoil.
No, no, wait.
Curse her Pokemon cartridge spoil.
I need the Gameboy to complete my Super Mario.
I guess there's an outlet in Plaza Singapura, if I'm not wrong.
& I think it's really sweet and romantic, seriously.
So, guys, if you're reading this, do try and get one of this for your girlfriends/ crushes/ sweethearts/ wives/ mothers/ etc.
It's so much more worth it than buying 99 red roses, or whatnot else.
Roses wilt; they fucking die, but memories stay forever.
I guess some girls will agree with me.
Imagine, like, ten or twenty years down the road, you can take it out and show your children/ grandchildren/ etc, and say, "Your granddad/ my lover/ etc, made this for me ..." and aww, isn't that sweet?
Okay, actually after literally listing down what I wish I had, I see no point in receiving this as a present from a guy anymore.
It will just put me off, honestly.
It just shows how un-romantic that guy is, and how not original he is.
Some guys are just blocks of wood; they don't know how to surprise a girl.
One word - fucking dumb. Make that two.
One exception; the guy did not read this post and fucking came up with the idea himself.
Don't ask me how I will know; I just will know.
Trust me, instincts sometimes work.
Eventually you grow up. One day, you open your eyes & the fairytale disappears.
Nigel is right. Guess this makes sense now.
Till I find the one guy who can actually be romantic, then I'll consider marriage I tell you.
Life after marriage will be so dull when the guy is equally dull.
Makes so much sense, doesn't it?
Sometimes, I just wish someone can fucking prove me wrong.
Seems like nobody yet.
This is terribly sad.
Guess all the romantic guys died.
So I can fucking remain single till I'm forty, and live with my girlfriends forever.
We'll buy an apartment, or a property, and we will stay with each other till the right ones come knocking.
We are independent, damnit.
Well, to hell with un-romantic guys la.
By the way, I have a fetish for Prints too, you know that little outlet in CityLink?
Yeah, that's the one.
Let's just say I've got a fetish for pretty yet simple things, like little boxes, textured paper, journals, yadayadayada.
I'll never grow up, don't I? Sigh.
I still remember back when I was little, I get many little presents from so many people that sometimes, I just cannot remember who gave what.
And I'll be so anxious the previous night before my birthday that I can't sleep.
I'll be tossing and turning and jumping on the bed.
Gone were the days.
This time round, I stay up late dreading birthdays.
Because the more you wish for a surprise, picturing and imagining it in your head, and when you didn't get what you'd expected, you'll get fucking depressed and demoralised, I would say.
So I guess it's ridiculous to come up with a birthday wishlist.
If people wants to give you something, they will do it.
You need not push them to do it.
That's just human nature.
Why depend on others to get you things you want?
Fucking get them yourself.
I live for myself, nobody else.
I'm doing it on my own, and I am fucking gon' do it.
Romance @ Paris.One day, my Prince will come ... 
Prince Charming in his Champagne Cadillac.
