Confessions of a 20-year-old exjournalist who talks too much, laughs too loudly and is eccentric too much for her own good.She is currently reading Law at the University of Warwick, but still spends all her time spilling too many secrets on her blog.
Whether they are true, exaggerated or fictitious, its up to you to decide. It could ALL be a pack of lies. Or not. The real girl (and secrets) shall remain elusive. Whatever it is, don't forget to bring along your pinch of salt.
As you can see, the writer is highly fickle, volatile and undecisive. Which makes a lot of sense, since the original purpose of this journal (to spread the writer's ingenious musings to the world at large) has been squashed and replaced by a day-by-day account of a struggling student trying to become the next Legally Blonde 3.
Whoever said self-centeredness wasn't a sexy trait?
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haha it started out with the intention of searching for long forgotten winter wear to bring to harrypotterland. I got really excited when I saw three of my warm tops from younger days. Tried them on, realised they still fit and happily put them into the "to Harrypotterland" pile. That was- until I saw this on one of the tags:
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Still looking like a boy, that's me being the piano genius that I am (snorts snorts)..jpg)
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I guess somewhere along the way, one of the methods work. All of a sudden, one day, I looked like a girl. FINALLY.
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More than a girl, I was a girly girl who posed for pictures happily :D (this is my favourite picture!)
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I swear, this is fit for America's Next Top Model. What a unique pose! :D.jpg)
This is me and my kindergarten bestie. Haha look at my legs, demure and resolute!
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and this one's the girl whom we used to have a mutual dislike for each other (she didn't lend me colour pencils and always felt that I was too tomboy!). but my mum and her aunt are best of friends, so we were always stuck taking pictures together like this....jpg)
Sam the camwhore
haha I guess the camera-radar started from a young tender age. Look who's the only one aware of the camera?.jpg)
and again!
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Sam the greedy PIG (prettyintelligentgirl, mind you)
that's me stuffing my face with an apple :D.jpg)
that's me stuffing my face with my birthday cake (see the shocked expressions on my friends' faces).jpg)
that's me licking my cake knife BEFORE the cake is cut. (see the shocked expression of the boy beside me).jpg)
and finally... sam the cool kid :D
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"I am cooler than thou!"
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heehee goodnight!
Anyhow! I got my hair cut, straightened and treated at REDS at bugis today. I'm regretting it slightly now because I always thought my previous hair was pretty nice already. What a shameful waste of a hundred and ninety bucks. haha the only bright side is, i've got great-smelling hair for the next couple of days! :D
If case you're wondering, I chopped out five whole inches of my hair. yes, five whole inches! For other girls out there who have snipped off nice long hair (which took ages to grow) before, you will understand the heartpain that went through me as they cut. But as usual, impulsive me told them to cut it even shorter. It's as if I want to torture myself for the sake of it.
Oh and by the way, my entire hair process took five hours. Because my hair was supposedly too healthy to respond to chemicals and they simply had to keep doing and doing. Imagine! Doing nothing for five hours! I was re-reading brain numbing magazines like Vogue and Shape, before realising that in a (rather far) television which I can see in the reflection in my mirror, they were showing 27dresses! So despite the fact that it was muted, and I can't see the screen clearly, I distracted myself watching it and recalling the dialogues exchanged.
Ok fine, if you really want the truth, I distracted myself staring at james marsden :D
But since I was there for 5 hours, I had to watch the entire replay TWICE. Plus I've watched it once in the cinemas so that made it three times. And no, james marsden simply wasn't enough to make up for the boredom.
Mehhh.
Oh well. I don't like my hair but I shall refrain from ranting about it. Not now. We'll see how it is in two week's time.
Anyway, food pictures time :D haha we headed to simlim to get my IT stuff for uk, before going to the Crystal Jade along Tan Quee Lan street (I think). It supposedly serves hongkong stuff but there's hongkong, westernish and jap and korean food on the menu! Funny place!
fish baked rice (western-ish!)
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salted chicken with rice (hong kong-ish!)
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spicy and sour pork chop noodles (jap and korean-ish!)
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hahaha yes, we ordered three main courses even though there were only two of us. such pigs! ok the two rice dishes were not bad but the noodles simply tasted weird.
and then, we went next door and ordered.. well you've guessed it, three desserts as well :D
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(from left to right: mango sago, egg in steamed milk, sesame paste)
haha mango sago was good, egg smelled better than it tasted and sesame, well, sesame is good for complexion! :D
Okay an abrupt ending here, but I'm terribly sleepy. thank you for accompanying me to get the IT stuff! Goodnight.
Labels: daily doings
"i'm bored"
"yeah, me too"
"feeling really sian"
"ya"
I think we're all suffering from the no-school-when-everyone-else-has-started-school syndrome. This monotony is getting to me, seriously.
I spent the day doing the usual chores, followed by my last myb interview (unless s/umiko suddenly asks me to do some more again). haha it's slightly sad that I've finished my last job today with ST. But change, as always, is inevitable. I'm glad at least I got to do the last job with a nice photog :D
Went shopping after the interview and got myself a new teeshirt-ish top and black skinny jeans. haha at this rate i'm seriously going to have packing problems. Someone curb the shopping habit, please! Had my toffeenut latte that cheered me up to no end. Which reminds me, it tickles me to no end that everytime I get depressed, people will tell me that they would go drink "your starbucks drink" with me. haha so sweet (:
Tomorrow I shall get my hair chopped, ironed and chemicalised. haha oh how brutal! I don't like new hairstyles/length as a rule of thumb, but I love haircuts while it happens. Nice swivel chair, and nice pampered feeling. Plus, you get nice-smelling hair for the day (: I haven't decided what length to go for tomorrow. Everyone's telling me to cut as little as possible. haha we'll see. I like impulse decisions :D
Okay I'm back to feeling bored. So bored I'm actually watching the EPL balloting on the link wj gave me (the horror the horror!). Boredom works miracles it seems.
I shall go swimming tomorrow.
Labels: daily doings
oh just look at me rant. i sound like a wreck.
but seriously, i'm not. i'm fine now. back to being cheerful again (okay maybe not quite so). i'm just disappointed in myself. wondering if it was nerves that did me in.
then wondering with nerves like these, what the hell am i doing in law school.
my instructor once told me that i look like a very brave girl, one who never cries. i merely smiled when he said that, giving no sign to show my agreement or disagreement. i guess he got his answer today.
i can't deal with disappointment very well.
mum once said that i'm too used to getting what i want. i always got the results i wanted, got the positions i ran for, succeeded in whatever i put my heart to and well, basically led a rosy-tinted life.
then came njc, and disappointments starting trickling in slowly with the topsy-turvy life i led. but i still got a lot of the things i wanted, so the tears always dried up quickly. life wasn't as rosy-tinted, but the shade of pink always remained.
today i wondered if it was a good thing to be so rosily-blessed in my childhood.
i suppose you might have inferred by now, i failed driving again.
today was worse, i have no one to blame but myself. i corrected every single misconception from the first test, but still came off with a whopping twenty-eight points. why? I struck the curb twice in the S-course. TWICE. TWICE AT THE SAME SPOT. TWICE WITHIN A SPAN OF TWO SECONDS.
THAT MAKES TWENTY POINTS.
and have i ever struck the curb in practice before? never. i suspect it's the nerves.
without striking the kerb, i would have passed with a lovely eight points. and since striking the kerb is a nerves problem, it was entirely my fault.
i'm disappointed in myself, and disappointed that i've let my instructor down.
granted, he isn't the best of instructors, what with all the wrong information he gave me. but he dotes on me a lot, always says he treats me like his daughter, offers to treat me lunch, treats me coffee, tells me his entire life story, encourages me to stay strong despite my mum, lends me an umbrella when i need one (he doesnt do that for all his other students), and even cancelled so many other students just to slot me in for a last minute test date.
he often says, if he had a daughter he would want one just like me. he often tells me that i drive exactly like him too.
he dotes on me so much that i hate myself for disappointing him once again.
but i did.
now i'm just praying that i can get another test date soon enough, praying my nerves dont go haywire on me, and praying i dont turn too broke trying to pay driving fees.
on the bright side, mum won herself a chicken.
if the fact that my mum betted me to fail is a bright thing to begin with.
Labels: moods
So my dear girl, celineteoyingzhen left for the States on Sunday night. Sorry I couldn't be there to see you off babe :( But you know I still love you! :D
Do you still remember how we first knew each other? Fellow mass dance comm ogl for O2. We were always the ones sitting in front whenever kelvin asked the comm to gather. haha, enthusiastic and extra people we were! (then again, not as extra as the twin and me, so it's not too bad). Aye, all the enthusiasm made us click really really well (:
Then came class postings and I got really excited when I heard you were going to be in 06S22. Imagine my disappointment when I scrolled through the namelist and didn't see "Celine". haha I didn't know you were teoyingzhen back then, so imagine how happy I was to find out you were going to be my classmate after all.
And so began a nice, long and fuzzy friendship :D
Thank you girl for always being there for me. My only other council friend in class :D Thank you for all the times you've consoled me through my various dramatic moments in nj, helped out with Lignum, listened to my stories, cheered, laughed, joked and cried with me. I really appreciate everything (:
So here's to us, for the times we had fun during all the council events...
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gone out one-on-one so that we can confide in each other openly (ie without all the codes)...
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Have fun at Vassar girl! Nevermind about the all-girls dorm, go snag yourself an IG okay? I'll be waiting for updates! And don't forget your promise to visit uk in january. can't wait (:
Labels: farewells
(a) this shall be an inchorent scrambled and extremely japalang post that sums up everything and anything that has happened over the past few days. (really, you can't blame a girl who has been sleeping severely too little the past few days), and
(b) that was how I had my eggs done for breakfast on Sunday morning.
Let's start with the breakfast.
The (extended) family went to St Regis for buffet breakfast on Sunday morning. According to aunt (who treated), the breakfast is the most important tool to judge whether a hotel serves fine dining or not. Also, she says, only the atas people can appreciate fine breakfast.
(With that statement I've begrudgingly come to a stinking conclusion that I'm not very atas after all. You'll see why in a moment.)
So off we trooped to the most atas hotel in Singapore (according to aunt, St Regis has overtaken Fullerton with a whooping six-and-a-half stars) on Sunday morning to sample their breakfast buffet. According to the their website, our food was prepared
"Under the masterful hand of Executive Chef Frédéric Colin who has vast experience from working in acclaimed two and three-Michelin-star restaurants in France".
(Note: Just two days before, when a friend asked me if I knew what Michelin stars stood for, I immeidiately thought of actual stars. You know, those that twinkle in the night sky. Food never crossed my mind once. Hum.)
But that's not the point, the point is, I knew what Michelin stars stood for by the time Sunday came, so expectations (as expected) were sky-high. No actually, higher than sky-high, as high as those stars- yes actual ones that twinkle- are.
Now comes the food review.
Firstly, it wasn't exactly what I'd expected. I'd expected a huge drool-worthy spread spanning the entire place. What we got instead was this:
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We were supposed to order the food we wanted. No stunning spreads on display. And get this, you are only allowed to order ONE set. (But after making a fuss about the wrong info given to us over the phone, they let us order as many as we wanted) But hey, isn't the entire point of a buffet supposed to be unlimited food?
Anyway this was the American set: Eggs (cooked the way you want it), two sasuages (choice of pork or chicken), a hashbrown and tomato. The eggs didn't taste good at all (I ate less than a third of it), the hashbrown and sasauges were okay, and the tomato was good. Michelin star standard? I thought it was more like a Big Breakfast at Macs.
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But there was a small buffet spread for the supposedly "cold" food. Like fruits and cheese,
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...and pastries and cornflakes.
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and the array of cheese (I tried Brie!), smoked salmon (not fresh at all), ham and mango. Haha the best thing on the plate was the mango, which well, doesn't exactly come from superb culinary skills! .jpg)
and finally, pastries. Okay the pastries were pretty nice (probably since the chef is french), especially the strawberry croissant.
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To be entirely honest, I didn't think the breakfast was anything particularly shoutworthy. Give me the tasty heartland hawker centre breakfast-fare anytime! Haha as per aunt's logic, this means that maybe I'm not so atas after all.
-shrugs- But I'm perfectly fine with this (apple juice) being my favourite dish (?) at the breakfast. Haha the colours are so pretty (:.jpg)
Other random camwhoring photos at St Regis:
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Speaking of hair and hairlengths, if you've been reading my plurk, you would have expected me to have had my hair chopped today. Well, I didn't. No, not because I was fickle about losing my pretty (subjective) long hair, but because out of the blue, I have a new driving test slot this wednesday!
Which only gives me today and tomorrow to practise (I haven't had any lessons since the failure), and who has time for haircuts when there is driving to be practised! But I promise the hairchop will come soon, complete with pictures of the new hideous hairstyle (almost everyone I know hates their new hair after cuts. I am no different). Anyway, wednesday is the 27th. 27 is my absolute favourite number. I hope this is a good sign.
Anyway, in deference to the post title, I shall blow all semblance of chronological order into the water and talk about fireworks on Friday. haha but first we had dinner at billy bombers (first time for me!)
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haha. we stood on the esplanade bridge (next to all the atas camera people because we deduced it must be a great spot if they are there) and squeezed with all the other enthusiastic fireworks watchers. here you go, a pretty view from the esplanade bridge (:
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and now for the fireworks visual feast. Enjoy :D (yushu, i bet my pictures are prettier than yours!).JPG)
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There are a lot more from where those pictures come from, but I'm too sleepy to upload anymore. Shall hurry finish up the post and get some much-needed beauty sleep.
Did I tell you about medical checkup today? I squirmed and tensed and giggled and held my breath because I am too ticklish. Just like Glam Twin Chang. We are two peas in a pod. Then there was the urine test. I am astounded how people can pee on cue. They gave us a bottle to fill half of it, and I think mine was 5% of the bottle filled up. Then I saw other bottles, and they were FULL.
Some people are just full of shit pee.
(Note: For this peeing business, I do not know if Chang and I are two peas in a pod. I've never asked. After all, it's not a very glam topic to talk about.)
Oh and have I mentioned? My tutee says I'm too flat (front AND back). Like a celery stick. But men prefer more curves, like papayas (I really don't know what shape papayas he has seen/eaten. He really is weird). So now I've concluded that not only the Indian men want the papayas, the Chinese men do too. According to him, curvy women can reproduce better. So if I want to get married and have kids, I need to go for plastic surgery for various... enhancements.
But I have a better idea, when I become a 40-year-old childless spinster, I can write wallowing columns about my singlehood and blast the government for all their baby bonus plans.
Just kidding. I can't believe I'm listening to a 16-year-old about such matters.
Oh I bought another new top from Hula&Co that day. Packing is starting to seem... difficult. Goodnight.So the six of them rented bikes (while I bladed) from NSRCC itself. Haha strange ass-hurting bikes they were. But I'm thankful we rented there from the chalet because we didn't get to travel very far.
This is chloe acting cute :D A very very rare moment indeed. Relish the picture that I've posted at great personal risk (I foresee CAPS either in our msn conversation or on the tagboard demanding why I posted this up). But hey chloe! It's not as embarassing as the
This is Yonglong acting pro on the bike. Teehee.
And now, for the onslaught of happy pictures, starring Keegan&Whenjee :D
Happy picture number 1:
Happy picture number 2:
Happy picture number 3:
hahaha. If you thought those three pictures were very happy already, wait till you see the next one. Or read some of these quotable quotes from wj to keegan:
"Come to Daddy!"
"Lai lai, bao bao" (Come come, carry carry)
"Who's your Daddy!"
HAHA. It's quite amazing how I recovered from laughing quick enough to capture ass groping shots like this one :D :D
But then again, it seems like everyone wants to grope keegan!
hahaha. okay, I'd better explain before everyone gets the horrible misconception that all my future schoolmates are happy groppers/gropists. Keegan and ST couldn't cycle, so it was up to us- and the various touchy-feely antics- to ensure that they can! It was all very clean, honest to goodness! No hanky panky (:
Anyway of course wj wasn't up to any hankypanky with keegan, he was too distracted by his new-found terrapin :D
Feeding time...
"don't worry, I will protect you from the sun!"
very very smitten ;)
but alas! the terrapin decided she preferred the crab instead of whenjee...
REBOUND! :D
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hahaha ok I was evil and cropped the photo. This one is in context! wj is helping keegan with his bike! All clean and innocent (: 
haha anyway! We bladed/cycled for about three and a half hours before realising belatedly that we were supposed to return the bikes at six! Keegan still haven't gotten the hang of cycling yet, so guess which hero(ine) had to cycle on blades all the way back! hahaha :D
After cycling, it was cooking time! Presenting to you, the potential whitefields dream team!
We can chop...
We can wash...
and we can cook!
BRILLIANT DREAM TEAM :D
Lovely yummy food- Pasta, Fried Rice and Seaweed Chicken!
All finished :D
haha it was card games after dinner and hey, I think we won more than we lost (right right, whenjee?). And that is despite our cards being reflected in the sliding door behind us! We are pro! heh. okay I had a really great time with my wiggies that day. Thanks guys for cominggg!
LOVE!
So I cooked my first proper meal two days ago at the bungalow. It was my second attempt at proving my culinary genius (first time was cookies) and I can now confirm that the first time was no fluke. Hah! I knew it! There must be some deep-seated inborn cooking talent within me.
(Even though I don't know what comes first, onions or veggies, and completely refuse to pour enough oil into the pan. You see, when I said deep-seated, I really meant that the talent is deep deep within me. It takes a while for it to shine.)
But seriously, maybe I'm distantly related to that guy. James Oliver, or Oliver James. Whichever way it is, that guy who's always cooking things on TV mobile. I mean, you never know right? Since we have such similar talents :D :D
Hahaha okay, three paragraphs of joking around is enough. Any more and people will think I'm serious and demand a cooked meal from me without preparing food poisoning pills! Anyway I cooked three dishes with rice for dinner that night. Here are the pretty pictures!
Dish One: Ginger with pork (my childhood favourite)
Frying the ginger...
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adding in the pork...
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YUM :D Super delicious!
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Dish Two: Egg with Minced Meat (Another childhood favourite!)
Marinating the minced meat...
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Frying the two together!.jpg)
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Dish Three: Tomato-based Veggie Stew (My own creation!)
Haha I mixed brocolli, carrots, celery sticks, and capsicums with a nice tomato sauce plus chilli paste base. It tasted very very good! Herb-ish too!.jpg)
My three dishes!
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haha ok I was really happy that the food turned out good. Parents and grandma were most impressed. Grandma especially, and asked me to help out at my uncle's new rice stall as a cook! hur hur. Mum says I won't die in Warwick anymore! Grandma says, I'm finally marriageable because I can cook now. Whatever happened to feminism!
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FINSHED! :D
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Yay I'm glad:D Now I'm off to get retainers and watch fireworks. Will update on WIG4 tonight. Later darlings.
Labels: food
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to east coast beach :D Yay. But it's area H of ECP, far far from civilization. ha ha.
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This is the picture of the bungalow! Pretty yes? ((:
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there's LCD tv! and dvd player :D:D.jpg)
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kitchen! there's stove, pans, microwave, eight sets of cutlery... it's cooking haven for culinary geniuses! (cough cough.)
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up, up the stairs....jpg)
two bedrooms!.jpg)
haha i like the bedrooms too. very cosy, I hope warwick's accomodation is as pretty!.jpg)
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Very good view!.jpg)
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Haha ok as you can see the entire place's really pretty and I've been enjoying my day one bumming around, cooking (yes and no one died!), blading alone at night, taking strolls on the beach and playing pool. Cooking for the first time was fantastic! But that shall be in the next post, and the one after shall be about WIG4.
Watch this space (:
Labels: outing
I'm trying as hard as possible not to rant here (haha pity my poor friends who have listened to me rant and whine instead) but I shall need all the help I can get (from school-learning people) to tell me what's right and wrong so I don't get docked points unknowingly again. Haha thank you for all the offers of help (kelvingoh and yushu) and thank you steph and theBOY for the attempts to cheer me up yesterday afternoon.
Anyway my re-test date is 16th of September. (I had to brandish my Warwick letter to request for an early date) The silliest thing is, my instructor is on holiday from the 12th to the 16th. What amazing luck. I'm still trying to convince myself that everything is going to be fine and dandy.
On a more interesting note, I had quite a dramatic and exciting driving test yesterday. Woke up to gloomy weather, a sleeping instructor ignoring my wakeup call, rain, and finally a faulty brake that makes this damn funny "fart" noise each time I brake.
(guys, please skip the next paragraph. girl talk in progress.)
And 5 minutes before I was supposed to report for the test, my bloody (pun fully intended) period came. I was caught completely unprepared (I know, I didn't think), the toilet provided no tissue paper, and I had no twenty-cent coin to get some. All I can say is, it took plenty of grovelling at several strangers' feet before I got myself out of that one.
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Anyway, this means no swimming at the chalet over the next three days :( Gah what rotten luck. But nevermind, I can blade blade blade. Ok I'm off! I hope the wireless is good there otherwise, it's sayonara for a while.
Happy 20082008 (:
Labels: daily doings, moods
Brainless thing number 1: I simply cannot, cannot, cannot get a single passport-sized photo right. All the dimensions are always wrong, the background colour not white enough, hair is covering my face or I am smiling very spastically. Someone teach me the knack of passport photos please.
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Brainless thing number 2: Seeing the swooping yahoo finance graph and cursing. And trying to calculate how much to tranfer to online savings. I really should not be thinking about this now. Driving driving!
Brainless thing number 3: Worrying about why my period hasn't come, the offending pimple, and knowing deep in my bones that the minute I finish driving tomorrow, the period will come, JUST ONE DAY BEFORE THE CHALET. Just like how it came the minute after my O's, my A's, my ballet exams, my AO chinese, my debating finals, cheerleading finals, syf etc. Stress is a horrible thing.
Brainless thing number 4: Planning WIG 4 and blending it with my family chalet. Mind-boggling.
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Okay, I really should stop thinking of all these brainless things and start concentrating on driving. I've decided tomorrow shall be C-day for me:
Charm the tester
Control the Car
Control Clutch
be Careful
be Cool
be Calm
be Confident
And well, pass with flying Colours. hopefully. wish me luck (:
Labels: daily doings
That's (my) patriotism for you, even if I was simply watching the chinese bid themselves against each other. And as for the commentator, he brings a whole new light to the words "biased" and "jerk". Every other remark was a sacarstic jibe at Singapore. Like:
"Singapore is in the lead."
"I wonder how many times I actually get to say this"
and just before we lost (mine you, we haven't officially lost):
"It is the end of the journey for them"
Bloody bloody tactless git. But nevertheless, congrats to the Singapore (foreign talent) for their silver medal.
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Anyway, enough of Olympic talk. I spent the day driving, tuition-ing and meeting up with the warwick law students (nicknamed lollies for now haha). It was a good meet-up! Three law seniors, one non-law senior, one brother and most importantly, seven new freshies!
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(from left to right: richard, jiayi, myself, ari, edwin, lincoln, nat, limmin and jerrick)The orginal plan, Pete's Place at Hyatt hotel was full so we ended up having coffee at TCC and high-tea buffet at Royal Plaza on Scotts. Shall not do a review since I felt that it was too pricey for the value (Traders is alot better!) But nevertheless, I enjoyed myself a lot. The lollies who were present are all very nice and chatty :D And kudos to the friendly seniors too!
TCC oreo and hazelnut frappes
Things we've learnt today:
1) A certain MORSE senior can cook pineapple rice that looks yellow, but tastes like plain rice
2) Another senior, who apparently is very much like me, has sharp ears
3) Lincoln is a choc-addict. He eats it with egg, ice-kachang and basically everything. Plus he tried mixing it with milk, burning it with a lighter and mixing it with wasabi too. (lincoln I peifu you!)
Haha the lollies made my day :D
I went to smyouu to get my retainers mould yesterday, and my long-time dentist asked if I was the one whose name she kept seeing all over the papers. haha and today my family doctor asked my mum the same thing. Then there's always the barrage of emails from various doctors themselves (not the prs!) trying to "befriend" you. And just tonight, this practising doctor in the UK is thinking of returning to singapore to practise and is seeking my advice. funny, isn't it?
I wonder how they would all react if they knew I was a mere, springchicken-ish (yes kelvingoh!) nineteen.
Different I suppose, the same way newsmakers treat you different if they find out you're an intern. Stark reality.
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Anyway! I spent the day heading down to the acer to get my old laptop checked. haha thank you for the company on the journey to the farfaraway west, manual labour (laptop!), and urm, aimless shopping. As promised, the pictures of the stars are up for voting :D
(Hello people, which star is the nicest? Tag and vote! Thank you!)
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-oh yes, I almost forgot to blog about the fantastic buffet lunch I went for with mum yesterday. I don't usually do food reviews, but it was really really good so I'll try to describe (but not gush) about the entire foodorgasmic experience (:
The buffet lunch was held at Traders Hotel, right at the edge of town. Concept is similar to The Line (no surprises there since Traders is owned by Shangri-La), where the food is placed in different stations. A lot less stations though (but The Line is seriously atas and expensive), but that only means there's a higher probabilty of trying everything once. This buffet costs only about 30-odd, and there's a one-for-one promotion if you use an OCBC card and 40% off if you use any other credit cards. So for under twenty dollars, it really is very very worth it (: Plus the ambience was lovely.
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Array of random foods- Chicken, prawns, mashed potato, pasta, fish and cheese nan.
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Fourth Station was the porridge and soup station. Basically you get to make your own porridge with a vast number of ingredients to choose from. I didn't get to try it because I was too full, but mum said it was really good and had two helpings of it! Soup-wise, you can choose from a sweet corn and crabmeat broth (that looks like shark's fin) or a seafood tomato broth to eat with bread. No comments on either cos we didnt try them.
Fifth Station was the Chinese Chef station. Basically, there's this Chinese Chef who will whip up anything you want, lamian, dumplings etc. He can also chop up duck, roasted meat, char siew and chicken for you, plus there's chicken rice rice to go along with the meats. Didn't try it cos I dont take any of those meats, but mum who tried them said they were good.
Lamian was good though, nice deep herbal taste.
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Sixth station was the Indian Chef station. Haha, similar to the previous station, this was consists of an Indian chef who will whip up anything for you from Cheese nan, to various chicken or fish dishes.
(Mum asked why I took 5 sauces for 3 dishes. hahaha)
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Seventh Station is the noodle-making station. Haha this station was filled with all the different noodle fillings, a cooking pot and net, and soup base. DIY noodles! Again didn't get to try because I was seriously stuffed! But mum tried and said it tasted like homecooked noodles. Not your standard hawker fare, but for those who miss the taste of home food, then this must be your thing.
Eighth Station was desserts! Oh sinfully delightful desserts. There was your usual assortment of cakes, chocolatefondue, icecream, a chef whipping up waffles and most importantly, this thing they call durian pudding. But really, its just lovely delicious durian filling in a small cup. It's flying fantastic! People were grabbing it non-stop. It tasted just like top quality durian, not at all like pudding, and very very authetic and nice-smelling. Thumbs up!
Desserts
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And finally, this wasn't exactly a station, but there were fruits around the place. So everyone took the mangosteens and enjoyed eating them in a such a nice lovely place. It was exhilarating..jpg)
Okay the end. Are you saliviating yet? Haha, traders should so pay me for this. Goodnight!
haha. I bet everybody's gossip radar started beeping immediately. Sorry to cheat your feelings darlings, this is only going to be half (or less) intriguing than you thought. Because my dear theBOY is publicity shy and doesn't want people staring at him as he walks down the street (really, this isn't the national newspaper you know!)
But nevertheless, it will still be more intriguing than oh, another one of samantha's-daily-doings-rants. (sorry, boring people with boring lives are like that)
Hah.
So I met up with theBOY yesterday for lunch, coffee, toys'r'us trawling and luggage collecting. Haha lunch was not bad (but very filling), we ate at Kenny Rogers. Followed by, of course, my starbucks fix (: There's this new ulu starbucks at suntec! Cushion seats! (although it probably won't be unknown anymore after this announcement) But yes, I enjoyed myself just sitting there and talking about... whatever do we talk about? Anything and everything I suppose (:
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For the avid readers of my blog since mid-2006, this picture's for you. For those of you who've kept wondering (and asking) who theBOY is each time he's mentioned. I know what you're thinking, but the picture doesn't even show who he is! Well of course it doesn't, if it does, that defeats the whole purpose of intrigue doesn't it? Haha but what it does show is that your guesses, so-and-so, so-and-so, are wrong.
For the new readers who are completely lost and jumping to wrong conclusions, here's a quick crash course:
1) No, he is not my boyfriend.
2) He is my very good friend (:
3) Yes, he was an ex-crush
4) And yes, we liked each other for 4 years
5) But no, we're just good friends now
6) If you really wanna know more, the whole story is in my old blog somewhere...
Other intriguing facts for everyone:
7) Yes he is from NJC
8) No, we did not meet in NJ
9) He is a year older
10) Yes, he is low profile
11) No, of course you don't recognise that chin!
12) Really, you don't
13) Trust me and stop staring will you?
hahaha. okay i think i just did the entire post to amuse myself and scare theBOY into thinking his low-profile days are over ;)
oh look what he got me for my birthday/farewell present!
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Lots of childhood snacks- nutella, wangwang, cheese wangwang, cuttlefish strips, hellopanda, the soft chewy thingums, a Singapore flag, Singapore tatoos and A VERY LONG LETTER ((:
(I shall write more in a personal letter to you la. It's free-for-all to read here!)
Anyway, the third Chinablack has left Singapore today. Shubha- my favourite camwhoring partner. Let's make sure we still have our photo-taking mojo the next time we meet ok!(:
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So I've done two farewell posts, and really tried to think how I could make this post different (i try to make each post special ok!). Then I realised, hey, I never did get around to making that Shubha's Hall of Shame list we always talked about.
Now's a good time to (:
Presenting to you, the Shubha's Hall of Shame :D
1) This dear girl doesn't know what a G-Spot means. Yes, and when we walked past this sign (below), we almost tricked her into asking the waiter where to find it :D haha, did you ask your parents in the end sweetheart? ;)
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2) She thought the Nine O'clock show (you know, 9pm shows on channel 8) was actually named that. And the Seven O'clock show is called the Seven O'clock show as well. This was the conversation that took place:
Sam: Hey quick, I need to go home to watch the Nine O'Clock show!
Shubha: Omg, the Nine O'clock show again. Is it really that nice? I've been hearing people talk about it since Secondary school. It's been showing for very long huh?
Chinablacks: (Stares)
Sam: Erm Shubha? It's a different show every few weeks.
Shubha: Omg really? But I always thought the show title was the Nine O'clock show you know? And that it's very long... something like Days of our Lives.
Chinablacks: (Dies laughing)
Sam: What about the Seven O'clock show then?
Shubha: Well, I always thought it's another show called the Seven O'clock show!
3) That time she said: "Give me the 911 on..." It's supposed to be 411 :D
4) And of course, who can forget your rodent face when it comes to pictures! (I have decided to be really sweet and not post any photo of that face, but really, it is worthy of a hall of shame spot).
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hahaha. anyway, i seem to have forgotten half the hall of shame stories that we wanted to put in! Chinablacks- if you can remember any, tag and i'll add it in. Heh heh :D
But anyway, jokes aside, I'm seriously gonna miss you Shubha Mahawar :( Those tuesdays where we walk out of the main gate at 1230, kicking a stone as we go; you always the one waiting at the bus stop (the earliest) in the mornings; our insecurities of eating alone; drawing As all over the Estivo's drawing paper; you and kat comforting me when i bawled my eyes out in the library (when mum screamed at me over the phone); you bringing us to MG to eat nasi lemak; drinking tea; giggling in math class; you bunking math class and me pretending I don't know you..
I'm gonna miss you :((
But no matter what, you'll always still be the first bimbo who taught us the bimbo cheer (:
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make sure we still have this mojo when we meet again. promise (:
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Yes yes, i am very bu yao lian (for the blacks, this is shameless in chinese), but i always thought my daddy looks very cool. A tourist once mistook him for jackie chan. Another said he looked like Andy Lau. Ha ha, I'm the daughter of a star!
Anyway the durians were really good and sweet because my mum used me shamelessly. Like mother like daughter, the same way I used sumsum's body to attract readers, mum used my presence to get good durians. The following conversation between her and the durian seller ensued:
(the entire conversation was carried out in dialect.)
(durian uncle starts opening durians...)
mum: xiao di, must give us sweet sweet ones!
durian uncle: (grunts and continues with what he has on his hands)
mum: must be sweeter than her! (points at me)
durian uncle: (looks up at me, smiles a toothy grin and changes durians for us)
durian uncle: very sweet hor! how old!
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gee.
It was very awkward standing there trying to look sweet (hahaha, snorts) and pretending I didn't understand a word. sumsum, I know how you feel when I use your body now. Its so CHEAPENING.
but okay, durians were good :D :D
Anyhow. I'm happy because today was good food day- lamian, durians and steamboat! And I went luggage shopping and as per Samantha's tradition, ended up reserving TWO luggages (remember the coats?) because I simply cannot make up my mind. Gah.
I'm sorry I'm rambling :D
Oh oh my instructor and tutee had very funny reactions to the embellishment on my arm. Instructor asked where I got it from, I shrugged, he assumed I just woke up this morning and there they were. After confirming I have no low blood pressure, he gravely told me:
"You must have gotten bitten by a ghost at night. Take care."
Tutee was better. He saw me and said:
"Woah. You have a big green birthmark! Like alien wor!"
haha goodnight.
Labels: daily doings, outing
zhang- my fellow china in the group of blacks. i'm gonna miss you very very very much :(
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i still remember the first time we (sum, shubha and i) met you, in the first few days of orientation. we were having a breakfast party at the long tables in the canteen when the talk of birthdays came up. we asked you when your birthday was, and you replied: "Today."
and so began the Bimbo Clique, followed by the Chinablacks, and of course, two years (and counting) of great friendship.
(the original Bimbo Clique- we all look very very very young. gosh.)
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haha i still remember chinesenewyear in 2006. how i made you travel all the way to tampines so that we can go visit at joel's place. then how i abandoned you because i HAD NO ORANGES. haha we tried everything from attempting to buy oranges to you selling me your oranges but mum still said it was against tradition. sorry for leaving you alone with all the boys :D
anyway stay wacky, and keep in touch okay! you will have to teach us (face to face, at the next holidays) how to pronounce GLION properly. Don't forget.
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(the people who have left)
You will be missed!
Labels: farewells
but before i go to ramble about the seemingly good day, i just wanted to say a big thank you for everyone's concern. even though i wasn't ready to talk about it to most of you, i really did appreciate the concern. thank you.
theBOY- thank you for the sweetest cheer-up message i've ever received in a long long time. i guess at the end of the day, it's easiest to tell someone who has known you for the longest time. see, six years of friendship is worth a whole lot. thank you (:
now, let me tell you about how the world was so nice to me today.
1) yesterday when i was feeling down, kelvingoh's advice to me was to have a can of coke to cheer up. when i turned up for my myb interview this morning, lisa (the PR) treated me to a nice cold can of coke.
2) interview was really good too. we had it in a cafe (we usually do it in a sombre office) and lisa treated us to a sandwich as well.
3) remember how i was saying i needed a notebook yesterday (and didn't get one because of the rain?) Lisa bought me a pretty purple notebook ((:
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4) after the interview, the doctor decided to treat us to dimsum for lunch.
5) but i declined due to a prior engagement. nevertheless, she still gave me a lift to town.
6) i received yet another notebook ((:
7) i got a pizza treat at California Pizza Kitchen
8) i learnt how to fold straw stars while sipping my starbucks
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9) i met up with aunt and she gave me some money
10) i spent the rest of the day with chloe and yonglong (aka wanderer), my warwick freshies, as we poured over the london map
11) i got company to travel home with :D
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so you see, it never rains but it pours. i like it when the good things pour in.
Labels: daily doings, musings, outing
everyone loved the holidays and hated school. me? i dreaded the holidays the same way any kid dreaded going to the dentist, and enjoyed school term immensely. i know what you're thinking. i must have been a geek who loved school, loved the acquisition of knowledge and relished the thought of kissing my teachers' asses (figuratively of course). but you're wrong. i was normal in that sense, i wasn't a study freak. i simply loved school because being at school meant that i wasn't at home.
and school holidays meant being at home with her when there's no one else around.
you see, that was what i dreaded the most. that's the problem with being the only child, and your father working in the day. school holiday life used to be hell. i relished every single opportunity to leave the house. ballet lessons, dance practices and tuition classes etc. and at the end of the day it was manageable, because the most a school holiday can drag on for is two months. two months i can endure. two months, i've never reached the breaking point of no return.
when my A'levels ended, ten solid months of holidays stretched before me. luckily, my job as a journalist came almost immediately (only a week after prom) and it felt like school again. i only got home late at night, when dad's already home. so life was good, and slowly i forgot what the holidays used to feel like.
i quit my job on may 31st, naively thinking that i'm older now, almost an adult. surely holidays wouldn't be like before? i was wrong. it's been two months and a week now. i've almost reached the breaking point.
i once read a book, which said that kids with such experiences will end up treating their kids the same way in future. i don't want to. i never want to deal my daughter any form of abuse, physical or emotional. but sometimes i'm afraid it won't be a matter of choice. i'm afraid it'll just happen. then i'll be the monster.
and sometimes i'm afraid that i'll turn insane.
i talk to myself. a lot. i have imaginary friends so that i'm not so alone in this situation. after reading the book "A Little Princess", I followed what sarah did when she was abused. I chanted a mantra in my head throughout the ordeal. i pretended that i was a princess, i pretended that everything wasn't real. i pretended that if i wanted it, everything can go away.
see why i'm afraid of turning insane?
i used to wish that i was adopted. i even dreamt it, dreamt other people coming to claim me. then i grew older and simply wished i had a sibling. someone who can understand exactly how i'm feeling. i wanted a older brother too, thinking that at least he would be able to protect me at home.
but now, i'm all grown up. i don't have the luxury of imagination to pull me through. now all i can do is fall back onto the escape that always worked.
i can't wait for school term to begin.
Labels: moods
Today was good. met up with the Chinablacks (okay only me shubha and sum), snow and puvanan. Yes yes, if you're reading through the list of people carefully, you'd realise i'm the only non-indian. This is exactly why China is singular and Blacks is plural. Haha.
We lunched at Giraffe again! Remember the last time we went there on Kat's birthday? ((: Anyway ambience was beautiful as usual, plus it was nice having the whole restaurant to ourselves, which of course meant licence to make as much noise as possible (unlike Breeks at the airport!) and licence to camwhore as much as we want :D
me and shubha (i am turning black and fitting in :D )
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haha this is to show my dear sumsum that despite all the times i've put up unglam shots of her, i still will put up nice, pretty, skinny pictures of her :D look! pretty sum and snow (:
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anyway despite the good ambience, the food wasn't exactly shoutworthy. menu was limited so i got this thai seafood salad which tasted strangeee....jpg)
But as usual, the company more than made up for it. Haha lunch was hilarious listening to horror stories about how guys (indian I guess, can't speak for the chinese ones!) behave once they get into relationships. heh heh. Before and after syndrome! Take my advice girls, don't marry so early :D
anyway, I shall be evil and use my friend's body to attract readers :D :D Look who's bringing sexy back ;).jpg)
We headed to Minds Cafe after lunch and it was surprisingly very fun! My first time at these games places. Haha played Taboo and I'm the Boss :D Lesson of the day: The Scums can rise and beat the Pros! (: .jpg)
group photo!
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and finally, one-third of the Chinablacks (:.jpg)
(ps. I swear we didn't plan a dress colour code. We are just amazing like that.)
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Labels: daily doings
But seriously, Geylang at night is not the place to be. Remind me never to wear a short skirt there again. Haha but the very yummy durians made the trip down rather worth it (:
We bought durians from D-24...
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So i satisfied my durian cravings once again. It was really really good. All soft, succulent, sweet yet bitter at the same time. I'm smacking my lips as I type this but it was really delicious(kelvingoh, you are missing out!).
Anyway, my parents have amusingly different opinions. There was a huge group of (all) men at the durian stall and my mum said:
" You should go alone and buy the durians for us. Do the whole wide-eye innocent look and those guys will just give you really cheap and GOOD durians!"
Dad on the other hand said:
"Wow all men there! You'd better not go there. It's not safe ok!"
Hahaha now you know who's the scheming parent and who's the protective one (:
Oh and did I mention? TODAY I WOKE UP, WALKED INTO THE BATHROOM BLURRY EYED AND STEPPED (BAREFOOT) ON A LIVE COCKROACH.
I am still grossed out. Goodnight.
Labels: daily doings, outing
we were driving along ecp at night when the sky burst into fireworks before me. we were this close and the sight was amazing. despite my dead camera battery, i took out my phone and starting snapping away.
then i remembered the forum letter i read the other day, about how singaporeans see every special moment through their camera lens. How they never do stop to enjoy what they see without busying themselves with the camera.
and i realised, i'm exactly the same. i don't enjoy moments, i try to capture them so that i have that moment forever. conveniently forgetting, of course, that in the process of capturing it, the moment simply isn't as special anymore.
anyway! august is here and this probably spells an end to bumming for all local freshies. i bet they're glad to use those brains again. for the rest of us, its yet another two months of bumming around and rushing to do overseas preparations. can't say i'm looking forward to it. but oh well, here's the vague timeline i gave myself a month ago:
July:
August:
Finish transferring laptop things!
Get a luggage
Make a packing list
Shop and pack
Medical Checkup
Check out travel insurance
Check out handphone plans
READ!
Submit online enrolment form and photo
September:
Eat nice Singaporean food
Meet up with everyone one last time
Take nice individual photos with every single one and develop them (to decorate my room)
Farewell party??
Persuade/blackmail/threaten whoever's left in Singapore to head to the airport on September 22nd!
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haha yes, i am a planning freak. everything is, so far, right on schedule :D
anyway, quick update over the past few days. since the rather morbid conversation about death and afterlife the other day (as i am typing this, i am looking over my shoulder because it is the first day of the 7th month after all), i went to the library to borrow this book called "THE LOVELY BONES". it's about this girl who died, and what happens after, where she goes and how she can view life on earth, still. it's pretty riverting and has me occupied on my train rides for the past couple of days. goody.
oh did i mention? we spent the last driving lesson swapping personal ghost stories and watching dragons on youtube. while driving. haha my instructor's weird.
then there's swimming (mum is very mad that i'm about ten shades darker than before), lunch at the airport with grandma and aunt (whee we are all airport-lovers!), and of course, durian buffet!
(yes i am supposedly grounded but it was the last day of the durian buffet and i used every trick in the book to persuade my mum to let me out)
so here you go! picutres from goodwood park's durian dessert buffet last night! to be honest i think we ate like normal people instead of like pigs for once. ha ha, see we only had 3 rounds and a icecream!
assorted durian puffs and cakes (look who's the piggier one)
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okay so maybe those pictures didn't do justice to the food. but look at this one and tell me you're not salivating....jpg)
haha so the durian buffet was okay (though not as omg-wowza like whenjee and ian described). but everything is worth trying once! now that i've gotten my durian craving settled, i am itching for a haircut next! ((:ps. dear awchengwei has very nicely decided not to photoshop the photos with the speech bubble and post them thanks to my very effective threat in the second last post. he has also effectively admitted that he missed us on his blog and for that, he shall be spared the shame of rumours and unglam photos spreading.
pps. much as i agree with every other part (the missing us part) of your post, i do not agree with the most-oft repeated statement: samanthaeng is mean.
samanthaeng is a very very nice girl indeed.
Labels: daily doings, outing, photos