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Ahh, lotsa stuff has been happening lately, hence the lack of creative title. Just enjoy the photos!

13th February, Patron's Day

Sylvia Huang turns the ripe old age of 22! Of course we had to celebrate the day Sylvia was blighted gifted upon us mere mortals. Ah, I can just imagine, the day she came kicking and scratching out of her mother's poor womb...

But anyway, the pics!

Fruit cake! Slurp!

See, it's really good!

Crazy, Kicky and Horny. *ahem*

Uncle Shawn was there too!

Look, Fadz has been gone a long time. Since he forbid me to make out with guys, next best alternative, yeah? Hey, a girl needs some action.. :)

Some club was selling roses to raise funds for charity... (that's Sylvia's rose, btw)

Speaking of roses, I was quite upset that I wouldn't be getting roses this year. I know I know, they're impractical and expensive and don't last long.. But in this romance-deprived world, the rose still symbolizes passion and seduction and... well, I was determined to get some one way or the other... So I bought my own. Sad right? I even dressed them up:

Nice rite?

14 February, Valentine's Day

For some reason, I just couldn't wake up for class... So I decided to skip the morning lesson. Hey, I rarely pay attention, anyway. But my mum burst into my room at 10am delivering flowers from Fadz! A dozen roses from my sweet, sweet honey! I couldn't stop smiling, seriously. He had pre-booked the roses... Now that's romantic! Love him to bits! Except that I forgot to take a photo of the bouquet...

19 February, Waikiki

Why, why, why do I bother to make the annual pilgrimage to Sentosa to get completely burnt? No matter how much sun block I apply, I end up burning. And the worse thing is, this year, for some reason, I seem to be allergic to the sun block, so I've developed a rash. Sigh.

Don't I look totally mafia-ish?

Doesn't Sentosa look amazing?

Very burnt and tired girls

Group Shot!

my fave shot of the whole lot, and I took it! Somehow, I always manage to bring out the gay-est best in everyone... LOL

Alright, that should do it... Till next I blog... Toodles!

Fare Thee Well, CNY

Well, 15 days of debauchery and merry making is finally over. Thank goodness CNY only comes once a year. Not only do people have to suffer the indignation of critical and nosy relatives, but one also has to put up with the misery of gaining a thousand pounds. Sigh, the non-stop eating was fun, but seriously, enough is enough. Time to go back to celery and carrot sticks. (haha, yeah rite!)

So what kind of mischief did I get into this year? Of course the lovely celebration began with the customary yearly trip to the grandma's house. Yes, I only see my grandma (and aunt, uncle, cousin) ONCE a year. Cos me mum and grandma have been feuding forever. To quote the mum, "If your dad didn't force me we could be playing mah jong now!" Sad to say, mah jong ranks higher than me grandma in my mum's books. Anyway, it was interesting to see the folks again, to be silently scrutinized from everyone angle by my bitter, single aunt. To be not- so-silently chastised for coming only once a year. To bite my tongue as my two elder sisters were admonished for still being single and of course, to hear my mum declare loudly (to no one in particular) that she wanted to go home after 1 hour. My poor dad, forever caught in the middle.

We then went home for some very pleasant mah jong, and I won $40!!! Haha, red underwear totally rocks!

Who else did I visit? Being so anti-social, no one else. Ok, not entirely true cos I paid my annual pilgrimage to my secondary school teacher's house. Poor Mr Sim, every we congregate at his house under the pretense of visiting, but it's really more about the class meeting up and making a lot of noise.


Me and the girls! (Jing Yi was rocking out at Chingay... damn, I look sickly)

That hiao zha bo is Ms Big-Boobs Glory. Look how her cup spilleth over onto my poor arm.

My secondary school tormentor. Amazing that we're quite good friends now. He hated that I was English-bred and couldn't speak good Chinese. He ganged the boys up against me, called me names, played horrendous pranks and basically made my life miserable. Sheesh.

We went K-ing after the very short visit. Every year we turn up later and later, and our fave activity is to bitch about everyone else. Sigh, KB till the end.

Yes, the very cool Chong Pei Won getting comfy as she belts out Jay Chou. We sang for 6 freaking hours can...

What else happened this holiday? Oh yeah, my illustrous sister turned 26. Lol, on the wrong side of 20... We went to Billy Bombers to eat a 1000 calories dinner (really, I'm not shitting you!)

Cheryl! Hah, you think I'm fair! Look at that!

The goo-iest cheese fries ever... Slurp!

The pretty decent food was severely marred by the most incompetent service I've had for a long, long time. The waiters were sloven, looked like Ah Lians, didn't seem to understand English, and had to be called 3 times before responding, and even then, got the request all wrong. Bah, Cheryl ripped into one waitress and although I felt a twinge of guilt at seeing her receive a dressing down, it was nonetheless, a long time coming.

Fast-forward to the last day of CNY... we just had to celebrate in style, ya know?

Went to the revolving restaurant at Keppel Road. This super Chinese place (Prima Tower) that's tucked away near the PSA and overlooks PSA and Sentosa. Great view. The revolving concept was quite nauseating at first... you keep having the sensation that you are going to fall.. but the view was fantastic! The way the sunlight hit the water made it sparkle and you could almost believe that you were in the Carribbean or something..

Sentosa!

Long live Dim Sum!

The 'renz

Hamming it up for the camera

The fabulous me and my old sister... haha!

Happy CNY people! Can't wait for the next holiday!

Men Are Stupid Creatures

I really should stop dreaming of hunky, romantic Irish/Italian men who would romance the pants off me (figuratively and literally) with song, wine and lluuurrrvveee. Or yeah, and words. Words are so important, because when men are stupid, stupid things come out of their mouth.

Take stupid Fadz. He's a million (ok, maybe not) miles away from me and when he calls me, he says stupid things. Why can't he say something like, "I miss you?" "You look better than all these ugly Thai girls I'm subjected to look at in the canteen?" But no, no, my romantic darling tells me this:

Me: "So, are there pretty Thai girls?"

Fadz: "Got. Canteen girls are pretty."

Me: "..."(Idiot, you never tell such things to your girlfriend)

Me: "So you like the thin kind with long straight hair right right?!!" (fairly shouting now)

Fadz: "No, they look cute with short hair."

Idiotic, right? He spends money telling me that other girls are pretty. Stupid cow. Girls like to be flattered and not told that her other half finds other girls pretty. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

And the other day, he committed another stupid error. I received an sms from him, and feeling happy that he would spend money to sms me, I opened it. Guess what he wrote?

Fadz: "Hey hey baby, do you know who won the liverpool-chelsea match?"

Why the heck would he spend $0.50 asking me that when there are so many other things he can say? No hello, love you baby, miss you lots, just a message asking about stupid football. Why must be be so.... Male!!??? SNAG my ass. More like ASS.

Men are stupid. Amen to that.

A Long Month Ahead

Sent Fadz off to Thailand yesterday. Interestingly, Changi Airport decided to allow the army boys to be their first test passengers for the Budget Terminal. Yup, I was amongst the lucky few people who caught a glimpse of what is to come. Which is Nothing. Zilch. Be prepared for an empty container that looks like some deserted Expo room. Sure sure, the official opening is in March, and with that comes the exciting arrival of... Han's Restaurant. Wow, I'm quivering with excitement already. I could sit down at one end and see the other. Fadz commented that it looked like some lao-pok Malaysian domestic airport. Hiak hiak. Hope it can stay alive for a few years to come.

Aside from that, we were accousted by some incredibly chirpy airport staff giving out ang pows stuffed with sweets and I nearly laughed myself sick when this overly enthusiastic lady chased our small group down to hand out free Polar Cafe cakes. Fadz's mum actually jumped in fear cos the lady kept tailing us and shoving cakes in our faces at 12am with a psychotically, super bright smile on her face.

Sigh, sending off a loved one is never pleasant. People say I'm being too melodramatic... (One month only what!) But.... it just seems like an eternity when the person you always talk to, lean on for emotional support, is not around to hear you whine.. You suddenly feel so lost. Especially this month, what with the stress of launching the card and tests and projects... I just wish that he was around to hear me pour out my grievances and hug me and tell me it's all gonna work out for the best, ya know?

Oh well, at least I have the consolation of him buying presents back for me. And since Thailand is so cheap, he better buy a lot of things. *Evil avaricious grin*

I've never been to Patpong, but from what I hear, should I be worried? You know how you always try to trust your significant other, but how can I not fret knowing he's bound to go to Patpong. Either unwillingly dragged there by his buddies (unlikely) or willingly due to his damn curiosity (very likely). Let's hope he doesn't start doing things I would have to kill him for. Or maim him at the very least.

It's especially depressing when I keep hearing stories of long-time relationships falling apart. Sylvia's best friend just broke up with 3-year boyfriend. Sheena's cousin just divorced her husband of 1-year but they've been dating for 12 years! And it was due to the husband being unable to keep his dick out of other women! Is monogamy really that rare? Why can't men be more like swans who only have 1 partner their whole life and waste away from despair when they are separated?

How romantic. Lying heartbroken on some lakeshore, with his graceful head bent from the weight of despair. Occasionally, he would look up whenever he hears a sound to see if his beloved has return. But alas! His view shimmers with emptiness as he lays his head down again, another slash into his already damaged heart.

I should write animal romance novels..... Haha! Yes, I'm going nuts.