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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
You know, I never do anything against my parents' wills.
BUT ON MY 23rd BIRTHDAY, WHICH SO HAPPENS TO FALL ON THE FATEFUL DAY OF 28th MAY 2013 (yesterday la), I DID SOMETHING REALLY BAD.
I was feeling awful and I had no idea what to do on my birthday. I was so out-of-focus that I walked out of Cheers without paying for my goodies. And I went back to pay for it. I didn't want to go home. I don't feel like celebrating my birthday. After all, it's just another day, right? I just feel like.... I don't know.. Walk around?
I was kind of caught in between my mood swings of whether I should go work at T-ara as usual and have the guys to celebrate my birthday there. But the guilt in me was pulling me home - my parents bought a cake for me and was prepared to celebrate it with me.
So off I go, headed home after sending Mr B off in Vivo City's coach bay. The coach looked fucking huge and luxurious!!!!!!! I want a share of it too! But got to have tickets, so, I cannot board the bus. I was wishing like I could sweet talk the bus driver into dropping me off at the woodlands customs. At least I'd have the experience of sitting on that luxurious, HUGE, double-decker coach. It seems so comfyyyyyyyyyy. *Floats away... If I am ever that light*
I did one thing that I never would expect people would reply.... I sent each and every single contacts that I have in my phone a sweet message. It is, "My birthday today.".
Then, I realized that it sounds so rude. So I dropped another text inviting them over to my house, with promises that they cannot sabotage me and reveal my home address online or to the public.
To some, I tactfully said that it'll just be me and you. And to those whom I know are shy, I told them that all the guests are men (I hardly have female contacts) and I know them from pubs... Not really close.... Just get your ass down and mingle with the lot.
Frankly, I cheated all my guests down. Like how I always bluff my customers to go to the bar, saying that I'll be working but I'm at home shaking my legs.
I didn't expect anyone to reply... Seriously. I mean, it is really random and sudden. Who would bother, right? But I was wrong, man.
I received a few texts saying that they'll pop by (because I said I was lonely and no one is celebrating with me and all that sad story that softens people's heart...... *ahem.. sorry*). I was really so excited can! I exchanged like millions of texts and spent 5 minutes outside my door just to reply all my khakis. Hehehhehe.
I never felt more happy in my life. I AM INVITING PEOPLE TO MY PLACE! I swung the electronic door open and told my mom in a chirpy voice that I am having guests over. My mom's glare broke the Guinness World Record for the largest stare ever. I just stick out my tongue and creeped into my room to hide. HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE. FOR THE FIRST TIME, I ACTUALLY REQUESTED FOR SOMETHING. FOR THE FIRST TIME, I AM HAVING THINGS MY WAY!!!!!!!!
And I dropped another message to those asses that broke my heart by not being able to attend my humble little party. In the message, short and sweet, it writes, "Never mind. To all you people who cannot make it to my little party, a little fine of ANG BAO!!!!"
I very thick-skin.... I even offered a few people ang bao packets... They just have to top up the money.
So, I squatted in front of my netbook, happily typing away and replying all my texts.. Then came Branden. That sweetheart is like the first to come.. And we aren't even that close. At most, I admit to the charge that I molested him before by touching his belly. For your information, body contact anywhere above the wrist can be counted molest. Heheheh.
I was so happy, I decided to give my Lenovo's webcam another chance. I had my webcam blocked with a STAR sticker ever since it betrayed me by allowing some idiot to record me changing in front of it and then blackmailing me for money, threatening to post it on Facebook and all over the net. I never forgive my build-in webcam. NEVER. That stupid incident had my netbook confiscated by the police for like a whooping 2 years.
I am a loser at Html.. Took me forever to fix the unproportionate table at my homepage last week. I had to find like forever and did like a million trial and error before landing myself with the correct code.
Like - a ..... "F", "U", "C", "K", my life. *said in a cute cartoony voice*
It's like a fucking school gathering. Small world, Singapore! All my guests are linked somehow. And it happens that they are Secondary school friends!
We chatted and chatted. Talked about our Secondary school misdeeds and all the pranks we used to play.. And talked about our first sexual experience.... HEHEHEHEHEHE..
I feel like a fucking tikopeh with the "hehehehheheh". I shall switch to "HAHA" instead.
I had nothing to entertain them or hype up the scene so I whipped out my precious stickers collection and gave all of their Samsung phones a make0ver. Don't know why... Everyone is switching to Samsung now! My family too. I am like the only one left who is ever so faithful to Apple. Apple, next time I buy your product got discount? HAHA. Not funny. Apple can't even be bothered with me.
It fucking pains my heart to use my precious SGD $6.90 per color stickers okay.... But I am so happy, I decided to go and crash my heart! Hehehe. Everyone's phone now have a secret message. Only left Tony! TONY! Because he "just buy his new phone and have no casing yet". So I forced him to come back to my place somewhen this week for a phone makeover!
So, like the first to come, Branden and Zen were the first to leave. Then Tony left as well, leaving the beat-box brothers and Aiz.
They actually don't believe I give fucking good quality massage and facial. So I flaunted my skills and made them kings.... While doing their facials, I had to squat in the wierdest angle ever and after doing three faces, my back was calling for help! It ached like mad.
I did a lot of crazy things and today is my second night without sleep.
I have to thank all the guys (ya la, ya la.. I didn't invite any girls because my idea of having men over was to make them do strip dance for me. Okay, never mind. Please don't ever take me seriously. Especially when I crap about things like sexuality.) that were here...
Branden, Aiz, Shawnrick, Adam, Zen and Tony.
WE ARE LIKE THE ONES WHO GET TO LIVE OUR DREAMS!!!!!
Like taking the world by storm and creating our own paradise!
We are the hottest talents around. Don't believe me? Listen to how Shawn and Adam do their cappella duet! Like so super cool. Okay, I know a beat box is pretty easy to master.... But yea, they both do it like the pro. And I dare not show off my basic skills in front of them. It'll be like a beginner teaching a professional what to do. Hehehe. And you know me... I am very self-conscious. I don't like to be caught in embarrassing moments and I only do things that I have 100 percent confidence in. If I really like to challenge and I am not good enough to show my piece, I'll secretly train very hard and master the act so that I could have a place in the winner's stand. Hehehehe. Super underhand right.... Ya la.. Like the running club which I joined. The first time there, all new and fresh and unfit for the last 10 years of my life as my days consists of NO exercise at all. Hahahaha. Ya la. Fuck.... So ashamed of myself especially when I am lecturing patients every day on the importance of healthy living. Hahahaha. I am the last person in the world with the rights to lecture them, but what people don't know wouldn't hurt them, right? *Snickers*
We are the hotties. We are the new ones that is going to rock the entire SINGAPORE and we'll be the ones responsible when the whole nation is being coated in bright crimson paint. Because we are the creator of ENTERTAINMENT.
Hehe. It's suppose to be like sang out in a tune I made up myself. The "doe"-s aren't even a proper "doe" and the "rae" does not sound the same as the next "rae" in line. Kind of like an out-of-tune tune.... Ya la, I am still hyper over last night.
Last night, can't rememberOkay, I remembered every single thing last night. Or should I say "just now" because I hadn't sleep.
I must say.... I am still kind of surprised that I actually ignored my mother's stare and go ahead with the invitation.... Heheheh..
Oh, and we were all so caught up in chatting that we forgot to cut the cake....
I am guilt-stricken when I was reminded that the cake was still untouched...
sorry mommy and daddy. i promise, no more next time. i'll be home tonight, earlier to cut the cake together......
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Wasted (My Collections)
I spent my entire birthday at home alone. Waiting for a bloody call that fails to be reached.
I am damn it pissed. Wasted a day away just like that. Took leave from work to spend some quality time with some dude and here I am sitting in my room alone!
I took off from T-ara as well. Just not in the best mood to be working.
One could play up this birthday. I can!
I spent the entire morning packing my room.
Guess what I found? These items have been with me for 2 years. They were all bought in a moment of my maniac-shopaholic-craziness. I bought so many items to collect! So much so that my room is full of labelled boxes. I only took them out to use one fine day when the thought of me marrying off hits me. When I am married, I can't possibly carry all these junks over to my new place, right?
So, I was taught a better way to "collect" my items without the space it takes up for physical goods. TAKE FUCKING PICTURES OF THEM AND FILE THEM IN A FOLDER! No space wastage and no need to hassle over overdue skin care and cosmetics! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF IT SOONER?!?! FUCKING HELL.
These are very nice to use. Must shake well before using.
I went mad with Cotton On's underwears. All my undies and thongs are from Cotton On and if you were to be asked what brand is my underwear, your best bet is Cotton On.
I don't mind if Cotton On decides to sponsor me free undies forever! I found an old receipt from Cotton On.
The story is as goes... I was given a chance for once-in-a-lifetime-shopping spree! ALL FREE OF CHARGE, paid by a very nice man. So I grabbed the chance (yes, I am fucking thick-skinned and would never turn down any free offers) and met him in Velocity's Cotton On. HE HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO.. *Evil chuckles* That was.... one or two birthday back.... I remember it is suppose to be a birthday treat.
I hopped excitedly (as excited as I am now) into the Cotton On shop, looked for the nearest staffs (the couple became my friends later - Alif and Charlotte) to assist me in my shopping. Both of them were stunned when they heard my request. "Please get me every single design of underwears that you have, in every color, no matter what size."
Then the three of us excitedly ran around the whole store, with 3 different shopping baskets and picking out underwears from the display.
It was hell of an experience! Till date, I am still in contact with the no-longer-together couple.
The bill amounts to:
I tell you, I'm so going to force my old male friend to do it all over again!!!!!! YIPPEEE!
Why? BECAUSE I HAD A LONELY BIRTHDAY!
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay