Sunday, August 13, 2006
♥ I'm RACIST

Replying to tags:

Jiaru > Bowling King?? Haha. o.O Okay, I'll include that in my list of things-to-do-when-I-can't-sleep-AGAIN.

Weisiang > YOU WERE AWAKE?!! Woah. I thought I'm the only one who can't sleep at 3am at night, uh no, morning.

Eh-ren > What lah. I don't have many whats at the end of my sentences what. It's your problem what. You can just skip the whats at the end of my sentences what. It's all in your mind what.

Fiona > Hello. And woman, I really regret going to watch the fireworks. I should have gone Sembawang with you. TSK.

emma > Nah, the fireworks looked like trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and maybe just A LITTLE BIT like fireworks. Yah.

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After I blogged yesterday, I didn't go to sleep because I felt very awake after the shower. Ah. So I called Fiona and woke her up. Okay not really lah. She was already awake, just lying on her bed and wondering if the ceiling will fall on her. And I got her to come out.

A Blangha came and asked for my number. People, I'm terrorised by blanghas. I hate blanghas. I'm racist, haaa. But you'll see why.

So we had lunch at Woodlands Banquet. The guy at the Western Stall is nice because he gave me a 10% discount for no reason. -_- Haha. And then we had bubble tea. Went walking round Causeway to finish up the bubble tea before we go take MRT.

Then we went Marina Square, and walked round round round round. Time was around 5pm when we felt like eating ice cream. So we went Swensens and I ate what I always eat. Chocolate Crunch, man it makes me high. Then we just kept talking and laughing. Lol.

At 6++pm, we left Swensens looking for a toilet. But the place's so full of people there isn't a single toilet without long queues. Finally found a rather empty toilet at the Food Court. There's just SO many people around. Then we walked back to Citylink and hanged around in a shop because it's playing Buttons. Haa.

Then we went MPH where I bought Cleo so that I won't be so bored while waiting for 7.45pm to reach. Fiona had to go find her sister for dinner. So I sat outside MPH reading Cleo. Time was about 7.20pm when I started walking from MPH to City Hall MRT. Man, I took 25 minutes to walk there. THERE'RE SO MANY BLOODY PEOPLE.

Meiching arrived, and Anson finally came at 8pm(?). We started walking to Esplanade. So many people, so many many many many many many many people. I got squashed, and a Blangha held my hand. Maybe it was the same Blangha. I don't know, they all look the same. Kan ni na (long time since I last scolded vulgarities in my blog). Really kan ni na. Alright, maybe he just mistook me for another person. BUT DEAR, I don't look like a female blangha do I? Fucking get off my back.

Saw Jiahao, who was with his family. Jiajian is still as cute, and has a small head.

Anson and I got seperated with Meiching, who managed to get to the front where Asyeeqah reserved seats for us. We didn't, and ended up watching fireworks behind trees and humans. They really should cut down the trees.

One hour of walking to Esplanade, ten minutes of trees. How nice.

Another one hour of walking back to the MRT station. I thought we'll take another one hour waiting for a decent train that's not too full to board. But no, the Ang Mo Kio train was rather empty, so we boarded it.

Anson got off at Dhoby Ghaut, and another Blangha appeared in the next train I boarded at Ang Mo Kio. Maybe it was the same blangha, I REALLY DON'T KNOW. They all bloody look the same. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I ATTRACT BLANGHAS. AND I CAN'T BLOODY UNDERSTAND WHY BLANGHAS LIKE TO HOLD HANDS. No. I meant, hold MY hand.

So, the conclusion is, I really hate blanghas. Because they made me waste so much soap when I finally reached home. To wash my hands. Kan ni na.

The next time I want to watch fireworks, I'll slap myself four hundred times and then draw fireworks on Paint to satisfy myself. NEVER am I ever going to walk three hours to watch fireworks that look like trees, AND get traumatized by blanghas. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER.

Or I'll watch it on TV when NDP comes. Home's still the best.

Alright. On a lighter note, hell, there's no lighter note in this post. I'm fucking pissed even after a night's sleep.

All Yanqi's fault. He must have wrote in to plant those trees, and hired those blanghas to get back on me. MUST BE HIM.

Oh. On a lighter note, I saw friends I haven't seen for a long time yesterday.

Nevermind. It's Monday again tomorrow. Cheers to Monday.