Since I'm heading towards my BIG 2-0
(This will be the Spain Vs France score 2nite man!
2-nil, in favor of Spain. Both scored by Fer. Lol~)
and Zee has been so much of a pest lately,
nagging me about putting up a wishlist,
I shall accede to her request,
lest she leaves me for someone else.....

BBMs are not known to be monogamous u noe?

If u love me,
U could shower me with......

1. An acoustic guitar (Or vouchers for me to top up the balance).
So that I can FINALLY return Dew her classical.

2. A Jersey (Or 2. I honestly don't mind)
I haven't decided if I want a Figo one or a Fer one.
Fer just blows me away.
Everytime I see him,
the more I know abt about him,
the more I like him.
He is so down to earth and decent!!!
I'd be proud to own a Spain jersey and wear it to support them against Brazil!!!
Then again,
this is probably Figo's last international appearance.
He retired from the international scene awhile back,
and this is a huge surprise seeing him play again.
I'll probably not see him don the Portugal jersey after this yr.
There probably won't be a Figo Portugal jersey after this yr la!

3) Fragrance
Listen to this!!
U have the power to make me smell divine (not bovine, thank u)!!
I'm smitten with Ralph Hot recently.
CK euphoria doesn't look tt bad, althoh I haven't sniffed it yet.

4) A handsome white jacket.
I like the corduroy kind,
with the threads in brown or gold,
would be nice

5) Shopping trip
School's around the corner and I'd love a new wardrobe
to kickstart another point in my life.

Beware....
Blog owner is dangling precariously on her precipice of reality and sanity....

6) Some kind of elixir that can let me eat and eat and not gain weight.
Ok,
an I-gallop or the-one-tt-vibrates-n-slims-down-one's-tummy,butt,or thigh
would send me into squeals of delight as well.

7) Wonder stilletos
tt doesn't chew off my foot.
Shiny and black,
sleek and sexy as a dark panther.

8) No shake-it-mama on my bday
actually this muz be the TOUGHEST to gimmi,
knowing some pple,
and their preference for the perverse.

9) Tickets to World Cup Quarters, Semis and Finals
Yeah baby!!!
I'll be there with Figo and Fer all the way till the end!!

10) Cupid's arrow
to shoot at Ramos or Fer.
No, instead of "or",
Make it "AND"

Of cos,
if u cld make it for all of the above,
I mite consider takin u with me for a honeymoon in Germany.
Then we can hold up the banner

"We Are Honeymooners!!" like wat a Japanese couple did in front of the camera.

Oh babiiiiieeee~Isn't tt romantic?

**Application for the declaration of love opened to anyone. No exp required as trainin will be provided**

*Falls off chair laughing*

She was driven to a fevered pitch
when he appeared in four miserly strips of cloth.

She cupped her mouth,
she scremed,
and then,
she let the tigress in her free

"TUO DIAO!!" She demanded for him to remove the shreds of cloths.

"Bu yao lah,wo hai siu,zhe yang zi hen gang ga"he replied shyly,
angling his hands in an attempt to cover his nakedness.

Antagonised,
she sat back and bidded her time.

Then she saw another opportunity to declare her love.

"SARANG HE-YO!!" she shouted "I love u" in Korean.

Her heart shattered
when he flatly refused to answer.

It hurts,
but her,
being the most devoted female on the face of this earth,
continued showering him in affection.

"NI HAO KE AI!!"

"JIA YOU!!!"

Then she heard a weird noise beside her,
that sounds...
suspiciously like a male attempt to smother his laughter.

Having more important things in mind,
she ignored him.

Then solemnly promised the only man her eyes could see

"WO HUI YONG YUAN JI DE NI DEEEEEE!!!!!"

The sound grew louder.

Irritated to have her tender moment with Lin Jun Jie interupted,
she sneaked a glance at the guy seated beside her.
It confirmed her suspicions.

He was laughing at her!!!
Throughout the whole concert!!
That weird noise was his smothered laughter!!!

How dare he!!!

*flies into an indignant rage*

I hope his girlfriend flares up at him showering so much attention on me.

To the man who was sitting beside the brave,
candid girl in the yellow tube last sat 24 June,

I HOPE U GET INTO TROUBLE WITH UR GIRL FOR LAUGHING AT ME THRUOUT THE WHOLE DAMNED CONCERT!!!

"Wei shen me ni yi zhi xiao ge bi na ge nu de?"asks she angrily
"Ta ke ai ma"says he
"Wo bu gou ke ai ma?"asks she
"ni hen boring eh!!"he bursts out,
"Jiao wo pei ni lai kan nan ren, you bu entertain wo,
ni yi wei wo bbm ah!!!"

yeah~That would be sweet revenge.

"Eh, gang cai zuo wo ge bi de ren shuo le yi ju "you shi na ge nu de" "

the bubble bursts with this sentence from yee kiat.

*Slaps hand on forehead*

Remind me to carry a pen and a paper bag the next time I go out.

Without a doubt,
at the rate that I'm going,
I'd be signing autographs soon.

Can u imagine,
all the MacDonald's uncle uncle and the concert pple running after me?
Maybe I can consider operating a business that offers amusement to bored people,
or perhaps I can put my loud voice to gd use and offer to help pple at concert shout to their idols,
in exchange for a concert ticket.

Hurhur.

Like I said, I do have bright ideas somewhere in my grey matter :)



The concert-goers. (Boys r such obedient camera crew.Takin turns to snap us)
If u'd watched campus superstars,
U'dprobably recognise Zhi Yang in our midst.
The poor boy's so busy recently tt we hardly had time to go sing KTV.
Eh Yang Yang, K-box next sat ok?
I miss singing duet with u :p

Gotcha!!I lied! U were convinced tt ZhiYang was part of us, weren't u?

*slaps knee in hearty laughter*

U gotta admit tt JJ's the handsomest cockroach in the world!!!

This is the 4 strips of cloth tt brought abt my downfall

Star-gazing with "milk" from energy(red) and wang jian fu (purple)

And this is the place And these are the pple who were highly entertained. By me or JJ, I can't really tell. *Shrugs.Chuckles*

Alright!!TT's all folks.

*Visuals courtesy of bbm mu*

Now that everyone's making predictions about the World Cup,
this sleep-deprived soccer idiot shall try her hand at it too.
And this hopelessly hopeful chit believes that,
if enough people believe in it,
the magic wand will be waved
and her fantasies for this world cup will come true.

Althoh she shall forewarn readers to not take any offense,
or fly into a rage
or worst,
laugh at her
(A girl can only stomach being laughed at so much!!More on that story later)
cos,
yeah,
she watches soccer only once every two years,
and she only began soccer-watching 4 yrs ago.

And she absolutely loves to dream.

Dream a little dream of me~~

My Quarters Fantasy....

Portugal flooring England
I'm sticking to blind faith in Scolari, Figo, Deco and Maniche here by not choosing Netherlands. (Oh man, look! I'm not even worried about England!Haha!!)Please get ur act together Cristiano!!Althoh I love watching u, handsome boy, steal less screen time, and play more football* Crosses fingers*

Spain beating Brazil
by a small margin, maybe in the penalties or extra time like the Argentina-Mexico match.
I'm again,doing a blind faith thing here, and believing humongously in the likes of Raul, Fer, Puyol and Ramos

Argentina narrowly winning Germany
This is a tough call!!As i do not like either team better than the other!!Lol~I was blown away by Kahn in the last world cup and was supporting Germany until Portugal blazed into the scene in the Euros and Spain took my breath away by thrashing Ukraine. Reminding myself that the goalie is no longer my beloved Kahn, and conveniently forgetting Lahm, Ballack, Podolski and Klose, and Argentina's performance earlier on this morning, keeping in mind, my "Adam Sandler" (Maxi Rodriguez) and oily-hair-Tevez, n of cos Maradona's Messi, I'm picking Argentina over Germany.

Ukraine thrashing Italy (Lol~ Hey!!I believe in Shevchenko!!!And althoh d Italians r gd-looking,I'd say I don't adore the team enuf to believe in them. Haha~)

I'd love it if my fantasy came true!!!

*Crosses fingers and stifles a yawn*

I really shd head back to slumberland.
3.5 hours of sleep is so not enough.

More on my aggressive tendencies
(I actually ordered a guy to take off his clothes!! *gasp*)
and BBM activities later.

It was an agonising night.
And my father made it a lot worst.

My excitement waned after I found out that I didn't recognise that many names in the Spanish line-up.
Nevertheless, I was still determined to do what a fren suggested that I do when she got sick of my ever-present worry about the match against brazil.

"Just support them blindly lah!!!Tt's what fans r for.I've been doing that for Argentina for so many years le!!!"

And so,
I went into spectator mode,
watching in mixed frustration at the spanish efforts and grudging admiration for the saudi one.

Every freaking time Zaid caught the ball,
I threw a cushion on the floor in irritation,
while a tiny voice in my head told me that I've gotta appreciate Zaid's capabilities.

I was sulking as the 1st half drew to a close with only a single goal,
and a freakin large number of missed opportunities!!!

Then my father joined me in watching the 2nd half.

And I was fighting the urge to strangle him.

"Wahlao!!ang gai ah nei ao!!ii nang gai passing sibei ao!!"he exclaimed in teochew.
(In english it means tt the red team is very lousy, and their passing sucks)

Very calmly, I told him that this was not their usual team.

"bai gai passing jin sui!le tuoi!wah!Sibeh sui!" (the white's passing is very nicely done)

I gritted my teeth and refused to react.

"ang gai su liao lah!"he predicted that the Spainiards will lose.

"le sa la lo!Ang gai jin ji liab lio!!"(Ur wrong!!The red one is leading by 1 goal!)I informed him in great satisfaction.

Then I squealed in delight as Torres came on.
My dad flashed me a r-u-crazy?-He's- so -young- look.

I wasn't squealing in delight awhile later as Torres got his balls stolen whenevr he tried to take a shot,
(Ok...I meant, the ball that he was kicking was stolen)
the raul-less spain was sliding
and my father was smirking as the Saudis got more aggressive.

It was a battle on screen.
It was a war off screen.

Saudi got a yellow card, I cheered.
My dad glared at me.

Torres lost his ball, my dad flashed me a look to say tt
after scrutinising my spainish saviour,he found him lacking.
I glared at him.

Then came my chance to wipe tt look off my dad's face.

When Torres was challenged in the penalty area,
I positively jumped up on the sofa and screamed in triumph.

Ok, to my inexperienced eyes,
I really really really thought he would be granted a penalty shot.

And unfortunately,
that bit of satisfaction that I would've gained had he been given that shot,
was replaced by acute embarrassment as Torres shrugged at the referree's decision.

Damn.

Even thoh Spain won the match,
I still felt like I lost the battle.

Parents are so irritating sometimes

*grins*

It was a stroke of luck that my dad was fast asleep when the korea match kicked off :)

Wat Fer was doing the year I was born.....

1986

"When I was only two I started to kick my brother’s ball around the house, and that was my first contact with football. Around then another of my hobbies was throwing things out of the window. Unluckily, one day I threw a model truck, which was full of money, out into the street. That story is pretty well known, but I think it deserves a mention in my biography, because of the difficult time it caused for my parents. It ended up as just a family anecdote, though"

And his girlfriend's name is Olalla.
(Or something like that!But it was a funny name. Ollali ollala, life goes on~ oooh life goes on~)

Seriously, why would anyone think that Torres and Cristiano are alike?

"Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday.
In winter, the promise comes with the smell of snow in the air.
In summer, I hear it in the boom of thunder and the lightning that streaks across the sky in blue flashes.
Most of all, I feel it now in springtime,
when everything is green and black..." Judith McNaught, Something wonderful.

In unfortunate Singapore however,
where people have to pay for even watching world cup,
and where it is always hot and humid
and forever enslaved in the unbearable heat of summer,
this promise came in the form of smses from two idiotic friends.

On Tuesday night,
two smses interupted my pleasurable evening.
Both smses promised me that if I do not break the "chain",
something wonderful will happen to me on the following day at 4pm.
Someone will come and talk to me or call me or sms me about something that I really wanted.

Hurhur.

I told one of them that he better make sure that a certain Fernando Torres rings me up!

Despite my reputation as an airhead in JC,
I'm not idiot enough to believe that Torres will miraculously materialise at my office,
casually lounge at the glass door,
flash me his charming grin while I let him in.
Then, strolling towards me at the reception desk in that languid way of his,
(that is thankfully not the way he moves during matches)
sheepishly explain in accented english that he was "in the area",
then scratching his head in a boyishly embarrassed way
and tell me that he would wait for me to knock off so that we could do dinner together,
and offer to help me lug my oven and antenna home,
fix it for me,
then watch Portugal together,
while he patiently explains whatever soccer stuff that I don't know.

Yeah, I'm not idiot enough to believe that,
but then again,
I suppose I'm idiot enough to dream up a whole ludicrous fantasy!!

*shakes head and laughs out loud*

Anyway, while I was indulging in my over active imagination,
my handphone rang,
and a suspiciously familiar voice cheerfully said

"Hello!Torres from Spain!Espanol!See u in Spain one day!"

I was stunned.

Before I could react, the caller hung up.

I burst out laughing in the quiet stillness of the reception area,
staring at the unfamiliar number in my handphone in disbelief.

It was a delightful surprise.
(Thank u!!!)

and it kept me smiling for the rest of the day,

even when an asshole made a fool of himself later on in the day.

At around 5pm,
a couple of salesman from *** company came into the office for some meeting with our maketing people.

"Hi, my name is ***," said him, and he extended his hand for me to shake.

I smiled and shook his hand,
before accepting the namecard that he handed out to me.
I told him that the relevant personel will be right out,
and invited him and his partner to take a seat at the sitting area.

Then I returned to read the papers.
He continued standing there, in front of me.
I looked up.

"Yes? Is there anything else?"

"Will u be free tonight?"

"No." I shook my head in emphasis.

"Watching soccer ah?U soccer fan?" he guessed,
and pointed to the newspaper spread out in front of me,
opened to the sports page.

I smiled politely.

Thankfully the relevant people came out and they left for their meeting.

Ok, frankly speaking,
it is DARN flattering.

I would have been flattered,
had he not been so freaking old!!!

Bloody hell!He must be in his late 20s, or even early 30s loh!!

Hello? Can he like, pick someone his own age?
Just what is he trying to imply, that I'm OLD?

I am once again reminded of the times in HSBC when my colleagues speculated about my age.
And their guesses have never been less than 20.

Bloody hell.

The meeting was over and unfortunately,
I have yet to knock off.

His colleague went out the door 1st, and he held back.

"You know, ###? They have this huge tv telecasts the match.We can go there for drinks u noe?"

"I don't think so. My kids don't like it when I drink.
And I've already made arrangement to catch the match tonight with my husband"

The look on his face?

Priceless.

For all the silliness in me,
I do have times of exceptional brilliance.

*smirks*

However rare they are.

Damn *hub!!
Damn monopoly!!

Why can't singapore watch free like the other countries?
I wouldn't have missed Torres last night otherwise.

Anyway!!!!
Torres is leading the pack in the Adidas golden shoes award with 3 goals!!!!

He will be the 3rd "Fernando" joining the ranks of Hierro and Morientes!!!

*Jumps around screaming like a lunatic*

Another reason for joy,

The TV just arrived.

No more images marred by irritaing green lines...
No more suddenly going back in time to the black and white era...

29 inches of flat screen high resolution just in time to watch the Germany match tonight.
(ok, it's my 1st flat screen tv!Of cos to me it's high resolution!!)

I can ogle Torres from the comforts of my home in the finals le!!!!

Mummy is definitely theeeeeeeeeeee best!!!

Balls, Boobs, sex...
and more men and balls.

That about sums up my day yesterday :)

Before ur dirty minds take u elsewhere,
allow me to do some explaining....

Caught the hostel yesterday.

Made me feel like a freakin pervert.
Even more so watching it with 3 girls,

one who is not even old enuf to watch an M18 flick.

Her sister is the one to blame if she turns out weird.

I was disappointed.
Both with the show and Japan.

About the show,
I was so excited when I heard that mu has her hands on it.
I was expecting something disturbing,

I mean, it's R21.
It's got to be freaking scary right?

right?

Oh yeah,
I was scared quite shitless when the blond flashed me her super humongous, droopy, inhuman boobs.
That was downright scary!!

Seriously, I think the only merits of the show was the eyeball,
and the slit ankle.
The huge chainsaw,
reminiscent of SAW drew a delighted gasp from us too.

Imagine...
What wld u haf done if u saw someone with an eyeball dangling partially out of the socket,
when u haf to make a decision in seconds, cos any delay wld cause u ur life?

It was an...enriching experience,
at least for me.
I mean,

I never knew that an eyeball cld hang out like tt.

And I most definitely do not know that when severed,
pus wld squart out.

Coooooooool~~~~~~

Then, it was time for our nightly activity.
Seriously, I am at a loss over how else to spend my night time le.
Slacking at MacDonald's has become quite a habit, of late.

And I've no doubt eaten enough fries and soda to last me a lifetime.

And if that wasn't distressing enough,
Japan's performance last night was enough to make one bang the table in frustration.

And I was the one who banged the table,
of cos.

*smiles sheepishly*

and the uncle uncle who was unfortunate enuff to share the table with us jumped in his seat.

*laughs out loud*

He is this fatherly-looking man with a receding hairline,
nursing his "The usual!One Large sundae and large green tea!!"

And until last night, I didn't even know tt there is LARGE sundae.
I thot they all came in 1 size only.

The things one learn when watching world cup is amazing.

Kawaguchi stole my heart last night.
I think, he's the second most brillient goalie in the world!!!!
(this is coming from a soccer idiot who was wowed away by the penalty save,
and who conveniently forgot tt he conceded 3 goals to Australia in so short a time,
and almost one own goal last night)

While Necarter-as the commentator likes to pronounce his name
blew me away with his teleporting skill to be anywhere he felt he was needed.

In spite of it all,
and much to our agonizing frustration,
Japan only managed to draw with Croatia.

And my screeches didn't help either.

Apparently,
all the, I quote "warm up" I did while watching Hostel last afternoon was wasted.

Oh right,
maybe not to the 2 uncle uncles who were extremely amused by us.

"Eh!Shout louder leh!That's the spirit!I love the energy!"encouraged an uncle uncle.

"Wah!!The rate u all r going,u won't haf energy to last the whole match!"said one concerned uncle uncle.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Once again,
people from all walks of life came gathered in a stuffy, oily fast-food joint.
(I heard that said fast-food outlet switched off the air-con to cut expenditure!)

Even dear ewe made a cameo appearance last night!!!

It was dear Portugal's match,

How can mu miss her Cristiano?
How can I miss my Figo?
And how can Zee miss a match tt is finally not a THRASHING one?

"Wahlao!!Pauleta is sleeping, man!!!What is he doing!!!?"
Screamed an agitated mu when he missed yet another opportunity.

I was worried for her.

At the rate that Pauleta was going,
I was really afraid that she'd rip out all her hair and throw milo at the TV set.

I'm willing to bet that the both of us were sharing the same mutinous expresison
as we scowled at the TV screen,
when one after another of our precious egg tarts kena tripped,
elbowed,
kicked,
shoved,
DISFIGURED (I almost cried when the idot's foot grazed Figo's face),
and even received cards from the referee,
whom we've affectionately termed as "the stupid referee"

He was previously referred to as "quite cute" by urs truly,
which sparked off Zee's favourite phrase

"Where is ur QC!!!Ping, can u do sth abt ur BBM?"

One can never mistake me for a soccer fan.

I don't watch soccer,
I don't read soccer,
I don't know what an "off-side" is
(at least not until a fren was kind enuf to ring me up to patiently explain)
and I'm generally bored silly when pple start talking soccer.

But World Cup and Euro saw me joining the ranks of uncle uncle in shouting,
and shouting so loudly and genuinely that it was as if,
I quote

"in the wish that someone in Germany could hear our "referee ka--you"!!!"

*laughs out loud*

Somehow,
when it's a country against another,
things take on a different light.

Afterall,
it's a nation's pride we are talking about here, u noe?

What amazes me is how such an event brings people together.
I've never realised it b4 cos well,
I've never watched such events in a public place with so many pple b4.

The kind of feeling is indescribable.

A few days ago,
while I was gritting my nails,
an uncle uncle leaned towards me, smiled
and said reassuringly, "Spain will not let them take even a goal, relax"

although yeah,
his behaviour might be due to the fact that I was bursting his eardrums.

And just last night,
another uncle uncle poked his head in
as we pored over TODAY's analysis,
and gave us his two cents worth.

Have I even mentioned the exuberance of the place when a goal was scored,
or missed?

The whole place seemed as if it shook,
when everyone simultaneously threw up their hands and shout "GOAL!!!!"

*smiles in remembrance*

and then groans in unison as someone in the crowd shouts "Off-side lah!!!"

And of cos, in every situation,
there are always one or two exceptions who just slept thru the match.

And I do mean, slept thru the match, literally.

Last night,
the three of us were sorely tempted to toss tissues at these two uncle uncle
who were dozing off even in the 1st minute of the Czech Ghana's match.

A bunch of uncles were even more brillient.

They surrounded one of the men and shouted "GOAL!!!!" for no apparent reason.

*falls off chair laughing*

It was damn funny!!!N the guy didn't even move an inch!!

I'm really leading a decadent life.
A satisfying lunch (pi-gu man too!!), followed by
Ktv-ing in the afternoon,
then watching sexy men at night.

*burst out laughing*

Woo!!!

Wat more can a girl ask for?

Oh yeah,
I guess a girl can always ask for Spain and Portugal in the finals :)

Mummy and I were strolling around Junction 8 after lunch,
when mummy tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to someone behind me.

Egad!!!

It's pi-gu (butt) man!!

He jogged towards us with a dazzling smile,
and the both of us started to chat abit before we parted.

When he went to rejoin his group of friends,
I turned to find my mummy nowhere in sight.

Then suddenly,
she materialised from inside S & K,
with a mischievious grin across her face.

I hate it when that happens.

"Was that Kenneth?"she asked in a conversational voice

"No." My tone was flat, deliberately unencouraging.

Knowing my mum, the conversation would be going somewhere.
And I'm determined to let it go nowhere.

"Adam?" She asked hopefully.

"No." I started walking faster.
Hoping to distract her, "Ehh!!!OP got sale!!"

Women are extremely determined creatures,
when they set their minds to it.

"Daniel?Is that Daniel?"

"No! It's not anyone u've heard of b4"

Women have very keen intuition.
When they sensed that they are on the verge of winning a battle,
they swoop in like vultures.

She pressed me for the name.
I gave it to her.
(I almost told her his name was Torres)

She asked what he is doing now.
I answered her.

She wanted to know how I met him.
I told her.

She demanded to know if we went out b4.
I replied her.

"Hmmm...I like him leh.Tall, tanned, and he looks very man. Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Ur married." I picked up a pair of brown shorts and became absorbed with examining the creases.

"Tsk!Did he go after u b4?"

"No." I picked up the black equivalent.

"Why didn't u go after him then?"

I turned to stare at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" She tugged on my hand, "I really like him eh!"

Torn between irritation and amusement,

"No, I don't think he does.
If u like him that much,
y don't I call him n u can convey ur feelings to him?"

"Seriously! U don't think he's attractive meh?"

Of cos I think he is.
What am I, blind ?
Not everyone gets the honour of being called pi-gu man u noe?

Sighing convincingly,
I told her an outright lie that would be sure to steer her away from her thoughts.

"He's gay. Hopelessly so."

Her gaze flew to my face and shock was written all over hers.

And, just like I thought,
it shut her up.

What can I say?

Daughters know best :)

The three girls were sitting at the nearby Macdonald's,
eyes glued to the screen,
just like everyone else.

On the surface,
they seemed to be gathered there for the same reason.

"I watch for the activity," declares Zee (She probably has Daena's approval)

"I watch for the goals (and certain Fernando Torres...)" I admitted (I probably will be glared at)

"And I watch for the cute guys!" Exclaimed mu (banshee...)

Wat can I say?

We are definitely one of those shrieking lunatics who have no idea what the hell we are screming about.

But who cares anyway?

It's World Cup.

And it's amazing what such an event does for female bonding.

And yes, I do mean

FEMALE bonding :)

The time between meeting
and finally leaving is sometimes called
falling in love...
-Lisa Loeb, Falling in love

I went jogging today,
panting like a smelly sweaty dog.

I hate to sweat.
It stinks.
And it's extremely uncomfortable.

But well, I went.

And between struggling to breathe to keep myself alive
and cursing the bout of insanity that overcame me,
I noticed my jogging shoes.

They are a cheap pair of New Balance.

And I thought about my old pair of running shoes.

Nike
Just Do It

Yeah, and I blew 180 bucks on it.

The pair of shoes probably gave up fighting the impulse to laugh at me,
the unfortunate victim of consumerism.

And they opened their freaking mouths wide and laughed.

I was in the middle of a run around my estate when I heard a flapping sound.

Who would have imagined that shoes laughing would sound like that?

Anyway, I wasn't amused at that time.
I glared at the traitors in disbelief.

Scowling indignantly at them,
I popped in mentos, the freshmaker...kidding kidding.
I jerked them off my feet and ripped their patheric mouths wide open,
right at the jaw, in a SAW fashion.

Far from appeased, I continued to finish my round,
pounding the upper jaw of the shoes onto the pavement.

Only when I'm certain that rightful revenge has been exacted,
did I ruthlessly abandoned them to the dumpster,

burn...I hope u burn!

Damn right they will,
in the arms of Mr. incinerator :)

For all the stupid, idiotic things the army did
and is still doing,
at least they have enough sense to subscribe to New Balance.

At least a friend of mine says they do,
subscribe to New Balance I mean.

Or maybe they are just cheapo.

Hell, I'm just feelin bitchy.
Yeah man, I'm bitching about everything and anything,
even things that I don't have any business bitching about.

*rolls on floor laughing*

Anyway, besides the sudden burst of amusing "nostalgia" that came over me,
I had the fortune of seeing a scene straight out of a fairytale :)

The couple was old.
Their white hair thin and barely covered their scalp.
Sitting serenely, side by side, unmoving on a park bench,
it was as if they were a part of the landscape.

If one had jogged too fast, they would have missed them.
(ok, I am slow)

They were reading newspapers.
Straits Times for her, and Lian He Zao Bao for him.

For a moment, the scene struck me as just a tad odd.
Then I noticed that what's odd is that they were holding the papers with only one hand.

And the other hand,
resting on the space on the bench between them,
is in the warm clasp of the other's.

It looked inconvenient,
it looked impractical,
it looked......

downright stupid to be balancing the huge array of newspapers with one hand

But most of all,
it looked
profoundly touching.

My mum has asked me this question a thousand times.

And she has asked me again,
make it the second time this week.

"Didn't u guys just meet up a few days ago?What's there to tok about?U know each other so many years liao, still got so many things to tok abt meh???"

Yes we do.

And I thank my lucky stars for meteor-showering me this bunch of weirdos.

Last night we were having steamboat
and up until a few hours ago, we were just ktv-ing.
And a few days ago, we were just gathered together to gross ourselves out in front of the TV

They are like super addictive drugs that I can never seem to stay away from.

This is definitely one of the most enjoyable weekends I've ever had.

Simple.
Comfortable.
Loads of laughter
and a healthy dose of fun.

And well, I guess
the only thing that they can do to make me love them even more
this is a hint for anyone who wants to get into my good books

is to get Jon Leong to go sing ktv with me.

*fell off the chair laughing*

Well,
For all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right :)