Wednesday, August 29, 2007


contrary to rachel's comment bout having too much to blog about being the reason no one blogs, i have nothing to say.

no significant new friends made, except for singaporeans who well, are an expected but welcome breath of home, school is nice and green, haven't met any professors yet, blahblahblah.

BUT I AM SO BLOODY SICK OF POLITE CONVERSATION. it strips me of personality. and energy. my friends have also stopped blogging so it is one other medium of communication yanked away from me. i am... sad.

frat party last night was so lame i cannot stress how lame it was. IS STANDING AROUND IN SILENCE IN A CIRCLE WITH CAN OF FLAT BEER IN ONE HAND AND A BASEBALL BAT IN THE OTHER FUN? IS IT? ok if anyone reads this i die but i have no new friends anyway so, whatever.

and the rest of my friends in the US, ie Rachel and Jerrine, are sad too. so i am also sad by induction.


had brief msn conversation with nat and sk just now. IS BREATH OF FRESH AIR LIKE SIAO. IS MOUNTAIN AIR OK. we talked about furry cups and flesh lettuce (ta, sk) and how sk is SO a frat girl and i was happy for a bit. but then i went and locked myself on the balcony so life sucked again.


Monday, August 27, 2007

am too sleepy for update so shall leave you with this

"Saying Paris Hilton looks good is unnatural! It's like caca chunk on the peen tip after butt sex."
- Dlisted

what i would give to possess the unfathomable wit of michael k.

Friday, August 24, 2007

the new world

unlike the romantically slow-moving characters of pocahontas and her golden-haired smith in america in the 1700s, my first sojourn into America involves grease, jet-lag and momentary panic attacks when black people stare at me and my mother. no carefree jaunts through wheat-strewn fields or profound conversations with old grandmother trees, oh no.

taxi driver: here on your left is an antique carousel, from the 1850s.
me: noncommital grunt
taxi driver: well i know the 1850s aren't 'antique' for you, but for us it is! we have only 400 yrs of history.

i should have pointed out that singapore is one tenth the age of his glorious country, and that it isn't in china.

the stereotypes just keep on proving themselves.

oh but i shouldn't say first la hor. if anyone ask me about barack obama i can only say that he is... not white.

i should really stop word-vomiting on my blog.

Saturday, August 18, 2007


Mon, 20 Aug 2007 Singapore Airlines, SQ26 - BOEING 747-400
From: Singapore -0 Changi Intl Airport
Via: Frankfurt
Departure Terminal: Terminal 2
Departure Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007
Departure Time: 23:50
Journey Time: 21 Hrs (0.o)

It's real. I'm finally scared and happy. Yay.

methinks i blog a leetle too much. but well, there are always better things to do than pack.

i just had my last bowl of teochew meepok at heartland mall. cannot get anymore... heartland than that la hor. it was bloody good. i jia-ed meatballs and it was oily and hot and shiok. my saliva come out again shit. now i am waiting for father to come home with RAFFLES HOTEL COGNAC TRUFFLE SNOWSKIN MOONCAKES ZOMG.

why so inconsequential one my blog why.

so after 7 months of pure sloth, half-hearted ambition, carelessly-laid plans, wasted opportunities and uncertain anticipation, i have come to the conclusion that... i am not a creature of reflection. so, i shall list!

What I Have Done In The Free-est, Most Carefree Months I Will Ever Have In My Entire Life In No Order Of Importance:
- Phuket with Nat Nao Sk!
- Hellish stint at DBS where my only friend was Karen Chen and Ashlyn Chee and for that i must kowtow to both of you
- One month working at er, church for er, free as an er, coolie.
- Not getting into any US schools in the beginning and getting into all my Uk schools
- Applying for scholarships late
- not gettting any scholarships
- feeling bloody worthless
- getting into Wesleyan!!!
- joining Amore! and learning hiphop, the BACHADA AND LAMBADA, and kickboxing
- holiday with family to Japan where ate sashimi until assploded happily.
- visited father in China
- one month stint at SPH which was considerably more fun than DBShit.
- eatingeatingeating
- turning up for cell more... regularly than before
- using up a lot of my first paychecks
- go crubbing for first time in life harhar
- meeting new fiends courtesy of the Krabi Tourism Board
- going out with comfort friends, sitting at cafes for indefinite periods, and just wasting time and saliva and breath very very happily

omg the list makes me sound like an unaccomplished, hedonistic, lazy sonofagun. which i am, but in retrospect, tis not very goot eh. nehmind shall spend the next 4 yrs making up for it.

actually these few months have allowed me time to breathe, to find myself in a context outside the personality-defining mould of school, and to come to terms - well, kinda - with what it is i am in 'real life'. i expect the next few years to yield a lot of growing up, which is what christine is doing and what i very badly need. circumstances, or lack thereof, have not exactly encouraged me on my path to self-discovery.

the above was written in afternoon, before i got sidetracked by MOONCAKE BEARING FATHER. (ee like man pregnant with mooncakes. *nnnnh*... then baby mooncake pop out. omg. vomit.)

ok anyway. yesterday no badminton cos was raining like a biatch and had to run many stupid errands in the morning :(. after mother was satisfied, went to ps cafe with rachel christine luke simon joy shirin adeline in the afternoon where we weren't allowed to eat proper food and were chased out at 5.30 cos staff had to eat, wth. trickled to luke's house where we laughed at his young foetoes, fell in love with his kahpuang (eh i really love the kahpuang la. it's like the one i had when i was a kid, except it grew up too!), screamed at Cola's halitosis (cola is dog, ppl. we not freaks.), and watched kylie and madonna do their thang. then went to lido with luke simon christine adeline for bourne ulimatum and pastamania (oilmania, as we so wittily dubbed it cos THE PASTA IS OIL.).

simon got new yo momma joke, but can only be said to fat person: yo momma so fat... wait, you're already fat!


christine: wah. jason bourne is a spoof on james bond right. so clever.

BIMZ. scold me for abc dj summore. hahaha.

today was bbq at mah house for cell ppl, whom i shall list for listing's sake cos i am bored. ok, here goes: me samq shuying meiling olivia michelle joanne avelyn shuzhen maria jo-an chris ianchew iankoh josia edwin joash yongbin weijie. again, i ate until must lie down on floor and breathe, if not will dieded. for 3 hours, my mouth was never devoid of matter, once. WAHRAO AM MONSTER LA.

i learnt how to suck prawn heads today, from uncles josia and edwin. one day, we will fulfil our ambition of sitting at coffeeshop at midnight with huge basket of seahaam and 2 jugs of beer in front of us while watching soccer and slapping the 50-yr-old pijiu meis (shirin, pijiu mei is beer woman hor.) on their rotund bums. consperm consperm. throughout the night, singlish flowed fast and free. shiokness. common vocab included: consperm assplode spankyou fankyou wahliewz alamak etcetc.

so many ppl zomg.

btw, i am now known as... spermantha lee. don't ask.

ok i just caught a whiff of myself and i am oilmania also. must go bathe. baibai.

Friday, August 17, 2007

i am... so not ready

deux jours deux jours deux jours my heart beri painfoo.

my feelings (or whatever vestige remains in me) catch me at the most inappropriate times - when i am eating popiah, reading nat's blog, watching america's got talent, running. then i get upwelling of tears and curling stomach and the like, for a total of like, 2 seconds. but anytime else, i have absolutely no emotions regarding my impending departure/frantic new-transient-friend-making. none. not excited, not sad, not happy, not hopeful, not anticipating, not terrified, not nostalgic, not sentimental. i just... exist. whether this is indicative of some deep-seated self-preservation strategy to remain detached so that the probability of an emotional breakdown will be negligible yadayadayada (fawn in 2 yrs you can analyse me for free! fanks!), i don't know, but the predominant sentiment that i am engulfed in is a vague, bewildered sadness that i really can't... feel.

that's not to say i won't miss everyone here like siao, but at THIS POINT IN TIME, i don't have the energy to miss everyone yet. AIYAH HEARTS SUCK LA.

ok update update! (cue signature foghorn sound.)

wed had damn good fun. met mah homies for lunch at Basil Alcove, toured the Biggest Popular In Singapore, went back to my house, played tennis while sk watched futurama on her ipod video, then had popiah and chicken wings in the backyard! aiyah i cannot convey the comfortness of being with them la, is like... comforter. (my engrish is naht verr goot, soz.) last minute sk and naomin decided to stay over while nat had to go home (:() (taht was sad face in brackets, not Nat as Alien.) and we listened to #1 greatest hits of the decade which included "oops i did it again", "wannabe" and "genie in a bottle". WHY OUR GENERATION LIDDAT HAR. why my father got beatles and rolling stones and the beegees and we get... SIMPLE PLAN AND STACIE ORRICO AND JOJO. WHY.

thurs woke up at 7 to lead friends out of my house so along the way i ran 6k. then met olivia for lunch, shareen and arun at sph for tea (kaveh was mia cos he was busy being thrown out of toysrus for 'harassing' the customers with questions about mattel) , then went to wesleyan senior's house for dinner, where we 'chillaxed', according to shirin. (god i hate that word. CHILLAX AS;LFHASO;IHAOG SHIT UP LA OMG. hahaha i typed SHIT UP! that is funny so i shall not erase it harharharharhar.)

ok here is why singapore is a a;dsfaofkjfggoig small place and i cannot wait to be NOT separated from everyone else by one degree.

at lunch with olivia: eh sph got this intern with angmoh accent lor. he go nyu 2 yrs then come back liddat alr.
oli: oh i have a cousin working there, but you probably won't know him.
me: oh ya sph very big, what's his name anyway?
me&oli: kaveh?
me: whoops.



in car with andrew, wes senior.
andrew: hey do you guys know bertram?
me&shirin: yes! the... big softballer ah. (HENG KE LAO SAI NEVER SAY ANYTHING ELSE.)
andrew: oh, he's my brother.
me&shirin in the backseat: 0.0 afhafjaufdfasfdkjhfhadf
me: so you know natalie ngoi ar.
andrew: yah.


anyway, for those ppl staying in singapore, there is a real-life dobby selling tehping at the adam rd coffee shop. luke, another wes guy, swears on his life. so hor, dobby is not dead, people. he is in singapore. go check it out, yo. dobby actually mans the drink stall next to the toilet. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I LOVE THIS PARAGRAPH.

ok bye.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007



Global Christianity HIST 265 FALL 2007
Christianity is now the religion of 1.6 billion people, stronger in southern countries than in its long-time homeland of Europe. This course investigates the ways Christianity shaped, and was shaped by, contact with different world cultures and the ways the globalization of Christianity interacted with other global phenomena like imperialism, nationalism, and modernization. The focus will be on Catholicism and Protestantism in Asia and Africa (wtfwtfwtfwtf), but students interested in other branches of Christianity, or other areas of the world, will be encouraged to write papers on the area of their interest.

Orpheus and Eurydice: The Power of Music MUSC 120 SPRING 2008
The touching story of the inventor of music who reclaims his beloved Eurydice from death, then loses her again, has inspired poets and musicians for centuries. During this course we will scan history for outcroppings of this myth, reading literary texts from the ancient world, including Virgil and Ovid, as well as the modern poetry of Rilke and Ashbery, and delving into more than 30 operas and musical works devoted to this subject. We will pay particular attention to Claudio Monteverdi's opera, ORFEO; Igor Stravinsky's ballet, ORPHEUS; and Philip Glass's chamber opera, ORPHEE (wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf) which uses as its text the actual screenplay of a Jean Cocteau film. In addition to occasional quizzes and a paper, the class will also compose a short theater work with music based on some aspect of this classical Greek myth.

interesting courses la, but er, SO NONSENSE. both were my last 2 choices! :(

this is the thanks i get for spending muchos moolah on presents for fiends today. nyeheheh just wait till you get them, my lucky lollapaloozas!

in other news, met adeline tania nicole tonight for uh, pri 6 miniminigathering at tauhuay place to fulfill my desire for all things soy before i venture into the land of uneatable (omg INEDIBLE) soy burgers. gagg.

ugh. too tired to talk bout things that actually mean something to me, so shall not.

Monday, August 13, 2007

i have too much free time even though i haven't packed

whee i just downloaded all the spice girls songs zomg i haven't heard them in EONS! there is unparalleled comfort in hearing the bubble-gum lyrics and insanely catchy melodies of my tweenhood. is like... smelling my kahpuang.

all the songs synthesized to death, the caricatured performers, the completely meaningless lyrics (WHAT IS ZIGAZAGAH. WHAT.). all. make me so happy.

(i must thank luke and simon for reminding me of my childhood. haha. who else, eh.)

heheheh i remember jumping on my double decker bed to 'wannabe' then i jump too high at 'slam your body down and wind it all aroundx2' and i hit my head on the ceiling DAMN hard until got THOCK sound then i cried. AIYOH. so cool LARH.

nyeheh next time when we are like, ancient and forty, fm90.5 will play these as 'classics', along with 'byebyebye' and 'sclub'. zo fun.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me you gotta listen carefully, We got Em in the place who likes it in your face, we got G like MC who likes it on an Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady, and as for me you'll see, (i memorized this part! damn crever!)
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
you gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover.

OMG i just remembered 5ive is the male version of spice girls. OK I AM GOING TO DL NOW BYEBYE.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

last days

dangnabbit. one more week :(.

fri everyone (meaning shirin joy rachel christine simon luke and later adeline) came my house and i had to make 5 FREAKING TRIPS to the bus stop outside my house to fetch everyone in, as the 'hostess with the mostest'. but night was good! i made my er, trademark carrot cake complete with fugly green icing decorations and we sat around attas glass table and drank tea out of attas teacups poured out of attas teapot. we are high crass. evening went to buy chompchomp smorgasbord of singapore food (rojak hokkien mee lala stingray fish soup ohluak satay chicken wings caitaukway) and sat in backyard patio with donna summers-esque music blasting in background and nemo prancing around acting cute and getting muchos attention.

bringing out food from kitchen i snapped a mental picture (like insane alec baldwin in friends. click!) of 7 happy people sitting around crowded small round table piled high with food and tinkling with laughter. the heart... became warm like an oven, yo. (that is a justin timberlake song lyric. I SWEAR.)

after food had fruits and baileys/milo.
this is simon drinking 17% liquor content beverage: *sip*ARGHEMARGHEM*sip*ARGHEMARGHEM*sip*ARGHEMARGHEM.

aiyoh. so smooth la. hahaha.

rachel left early with the boizZzZ to meet gaymen so me christine adeline met abel at serangoon for icecream then came home slept with christine on the same bed facing opposite directions. mother was amused in the morning.

saturday went for breakfast with isolated pre u sem friend eric at ps cafe, who is certifiably insane(ly earnest) hahaha. had a good chat over SHIOK BREAKFAST. came home and slept whole afternoon away cos christine tired me out so much the night before. NO NEIGENEIGE HOR PLS DUNCH LET YOUR BRAIN GO THERE.

newaes. at night cell at olivia's house, where we had well, good clean fun. i invented game where must sing song while chewing on grapes and not choking on the juice or spitting it out. it's challenging. try.

today spent the whole day with family, which felt good. oh but i blew 170 bucks on 5 items at river island!!!! jeans included! happy like sai! dimsum feast at carlton hotel made me v v happy. then dinner i made father bring me to toa payoh to eat best ohluak in singapore. now got oil in oesophagus though it no feel good.

nyeheheh just now in car father told us story.
"there once was this guy who sold the damn best hokkien mee in singapore. i can hoot until finish myself. then one day he stopped selling. this was because he stood in front of the fire so long that his balls... dried up. i call him dalampar. heeheehee."
(yes the heeheehee was uttered. really.) aiyoh. HOW TO NOT SAY THINGS LIKE THESE FOR 4 MONTHS HUH HUH HUH . (anyway dalampar is dry testicles hor.)

nat's blog makes me v happy also. she made southpark character after me!
fanks nat i lub choo many many too!
er, the drool and food are self-explanatory la hor. am yellow, have eyeslits, and am wearing office clothes. AIYOH <3<3<3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="">

Thursday, August 9, 2007


national day. woohoo. i spent the parade... on the bus. but i am wearing red today. i only noticed after i left the house... then i said 'uh-oh...' but too late to change.

yesterday was gym in the morning cos i am lardball but then i went to carousel with my homies (haha) and it all went to shit, cos the BUFFET IS BLARDY GOOD LA ZOMG. THANKS NAT. this is becoming food blog, btw. all i do is eat when i go out. eat and eat and EAT AND EAT AND EAT. (my i am going slightly bug-eyed as i type this, so i shall stop.) got dimsum and laksa and brownies and sashimi and chicken wings and pineapple rice and rock melon and cabbage roll... haha ok that last item is anti-climax BUT STILL GOOT LA K.

oh and i spread the news (this puts the 'ew' in 'news') about a certain ex-208-mate who, i just found out, harbours a non-platonic feeling for a certain other female in a different class. let me just say, ebony and ivory. (if dunno pls sms me i will be glad to explain.)

after that went to borders with them and sk (for the first time!) almost ALMOST made me cry cos she said in a small voice 'sam i very sad!'. ok i almost have tear again. not good. but there we saw ads;lfhauit cute monster notebooks which we are going to buy and exchange for farewell gifts. thank yous very much.

btw, me and sk have regressed. we both love er, roxy and ripcurl again. shoot us. oh btw, pls visit club21 at panpac plaza. it caters to sasquatch, i swear. just go and see thanks. will die.

after that i went home and panic for a while about packing then i went to eat (see!) prata again with neighbour cos i was stressed.

today met bitris felicai and smelissai at hongkong kim gary restaurant (shit we forgot to ask what is kim gary!) and ate food that will make me die at the age of 98 instead of 100. is rice smothered in cream, cheese, bolognaise and pork (gurgh. vomit again.), and msg-laden wanton soup, and fried bread smothered in peanut butter and condensed milk. i think... i should have to go on The Biggest Loser very soon la.

OH THEN WE TALK BOUT CLASS HOOKUPS HAHAHA. ok not hookups la and if anyone from 2S06C reads this, THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH IS A COMPLETE LIE. here are the almost-class-couples of 05-06 (notice how i am blissfully uninvolved in any)(i shall disguise names. attempt to la, in an approximation of politeness.): melly jayz, evon king, mfa pear, whiteknight dollgirl. (if dunno who, sms me again i will be glad to explain.)

so... many... hormones... cannot... take... it...

anyway after that i left to meet mr wong at island creamery where he treat me to... 1 dollar icecream. THANKS DUDE. i stupidly agreed to a dare to wear a gown and silk gloves to the farewell bbq next week... at my house. shit. i must run away.

after that i went to felicia's house (FINALLY. and people, she does not live in a hole in the ground.) with melissa to ogle at her insane pets. her hamster... looks like professor flitwick, i swear. and her bird... looks like bellatrix. scared.

now i am home and bored again and i just baked carrot cake but i think it will suck cos i HAVE NO FREAKING BAKING SODA. its for the thingy at my house tmr, where we will have chompchomp food in the backyard with carrot cake and tea and baileys and mangos and so much fun.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007


Why must spore life (nyeheheh. i always laugh when i type spore.) become so bloody nice just when i are leaving? ok its COS i am leaving but, still muh.

yesterday was very boringly spent buying stationary at popular. oh but then i got this FARKING nice pair of plaid glasses that i CANNOT wait to collect. ok no one cares.

today was <3. ok but first i went to this disgusting make up lesson with mother and the make up lady whom i think hates me made me look like wayang corpse bride. wa... mm zhai la. (i... dunno in hokkien. god my dialect so goot.) then she sent me out into public so i practically ran all the way to vivo where blissfully unmadeup christine rachel luke and simon were sitting.


so. i went to toilet and scratched off my scarlet woman paint. :( i destined not to wear makeup la hor. prom pHOtos also look like sai. BECOME BOY LAH BECOME BOY.

after checking out numerous nubile men on facebook/friendster rachel said 'shall we make a move?' and we left. i hate the 'shall we make a move'. rachel pls dunch tok like gic peepers now lehz thankchews.

THEN WE GO EAT A;OIRDFKL NICE FISH SOUP AT HOLLAND V. christine was terrified to tears by secret peeking cat again so luke very cleverly made up ploy.

luke: (sees cat in corner) christine! here's your tissue!
rachel (notices cat, looks at luke)
luke: (momentary panic) ah christine, sorry i wiped my nose on the tissue
luke: dunch worry la, is just excess tears that seep into the nose.
simon: hahaha. nonsense. then shit is what.
me: ...excess food lor.
all:(general incoherence)
cat: (slinks away unnoticed.)

so crever, this luke. must crap crap.

after that went to essential brews again where time passed unnoticed, like the cat but much more pleasant. i would like to say conversation flowed on topics like religion, world peace, darfur and future ambitions and dreams, but, it didn't. and that's all i can say bout that.

oh we did this, though:
always so beeyootiful.

oh, i should add that i missed some wes gathering again tonight to meet fiends. THE ANTISOCIALISM STARTS.

and tmr i have tea at carousel with nat naomin sk! sho eggsciting. they are going to make photo scrapbook for me again LOFF VERY MUCH HEART WARM WARM.

good tahms, man. good tahms.

Monday, August 6, 2007

for you jerrine!

So you can be horny in your relatives' house until school starts! Lub choo many many!

To the rest of the world, these are jerrine's farewell presents to me:

look at his incredible hulk pecs. just look at them. i shall call them bibi and baba, just cos they are so big.

cos i am a depraved pervert, here are the two men getting acquainted. bumfun, anyone? (is it just me, or does shawn REALLY look like a bloody pervert here?)

ps. farewell at airport v fun and v sad. jerrine's HUGEASS family and lesser ranked friends were angry cos we hog her, but we get first dibs cos of the sacred confab lor. my present entitled 'jerrine's men' induced tears of... horn (horniness?) and i was happy. frantic phototaking ensued which was as stressful as lim shok hoon's ss class in sec 3 but as fun as andrew chia's plantsex(tm) lessons. read all bourrit on christine's blog!

omg my freaking blog is a bloody ad for other ppls' lor. i am the wood between the worlds. (if dun unnerstand, you are loser and pls go read narnia series k thx.)

oh tonight had 9 course family dinner on my behalf at teochew restaurant. i eat until must roll home again. but the dessert got orhnee and tausa so i was happy. I LIKE DEM TEOCHEWS LA THEY ARE A GOOD AND CLEVER RACE. met my cousin's girlfriend for the first time, who was kinda disappointing. it's sad how perceptions of ppl you think you know well are shattered by their personal choices they have made entirely without your influence or consent. (shit. i think i have a BIT of god complex leh.)

oh well, whatever. sleepy. byebye.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

bz bz

i only blog when i'm bored and then i have nothing to say but now when i'm busy i have no time to blog so the entire week of events... will not be documented. so i will document it now and you can skip the next few paragraphs cos they are actually not paragraphs, they are a list.

mon - second last day of work and tennis

tues - last day of work! interviewed owner of churrascaria who is going to invite me to food tasting session of his new restaurant. EXCITE. I AM GOING TO BECOME ANTHONY BOURDAIN. then free lunch at menotti and freaking nice dessert which only i ate cos everyone else... was polite. then met neighbour at night again for teh tarik. i shouted at a random indian guy walking past my table for the bill but he ignored me then i turned around and realised he came from a table of indian friends and was not... a waiter. then they all looked at me and i was scared. i think there exists a racism gene and i have a million.

wed - mhotel with friends!!!!! rachel's farewell thang which was very well attended - me rachel jerrine joy shirin christine and new additions luke and simon. twas v v fun. hotel room very big so had a lot of jumping on bed somersaulting on bed trying to sleep in bed doing yoga on floor being pretzels on floor walking on knees on floor until have carpet burns. but halfway through also got grandfather (who is victoria beckham at heart) in robe and socks who visited.

then went to mambo at night where got gross men on podium doing STUPID actions but trying to look very cool with SEI expressions on face. so irritating i want to scratch them. christine's cousin (who is very nice, in case you are reading this) bought me and jerrine a flaming samosa (curry puff leh. the name is... siao) which kinda killed me. but interesting la.

post mambo at crazy indian man's coffeeshop.

thurs - me christine jerrine rachel went to eat lunch at anonymous hawker centre after checking out cos we craved damn nice singapore food. i love me some grease, man. it is good invention. then go home and sleep and met charmaine and jasmine at night to initiate charmaine into the world of alcohol at barfly. success. this is the inebriation that was induced:

we should have been shot at birth, you know.

fri - raffles the plaza with naomin nat sk! and tea at menotti again where we had a lot of fun laughing at naomin's lousy tiramisu and my insane cake-with-a-hat. then go back to hotel room and gossip about weird pariah girls and ppl who have a lot of sex. <3<3 at night went to st james, which is not as nice as zouk, i think. but movida v v nahce cos got nice latin music and nice latin singer man. i think the best thing bout the place was the hotdog stand outside that sold damn nice hotdog but for extortionate price of 5 freaking bucks. BUT THE SAUSAGE. i want to have its babies la. ok that was damn gross pls forget i said that. yuks.

(ok i just read nat's blog and she does a DAMN good job of documenting long nights bloody funnily so i shall just post her link here and you can read if you are so inclined. ->

sat - checked out had breakfast at yakun then went home and slept and went to cell at night. apparently i am a role model for 'being farnie' and 'nonsense'. oh well. always la, hor. is destiny. then rushed to meet jerrine cos her last night in singapore then went to watch simpsons (spiderpig, spiderpig). after that i joined her ENTIRE family (complete with sisters' boyfriends) for supper at pan pac lounge. i... am significant other alr la. then got surprise birthday cake for jerrine and i... was in the picture. so disgusting so disgusting. if mother knew ah. cannot go wesbian school alr ok. WILL BE EXORCISED.

ok. now it is 3 am and i have to see jerrine and jasmine off at airpost tmr so i have to rest now if not the emotional stress will make me assplode. tata and soz for the boring list.