Yaay yesterday was THE BIG DAY!! mwahaha.. and oh, what fun 'twas!

Just watched the 'porn-show' video BB 'directed' and filmed! ahaha..omg..twas so bloody funny..i almost died laughing.. oops..wz says cannot say inauspicious things in the middle of the night! *shut the hell up!* ahaha.. And fartz, stop trying to steal my popo's mahjong set! I realize we took over 50 photos..not counting the "porno" clips!! Hahaha..omg the clips are really so darn hilarious! Bursting a vein watching them. ''Camera pans over chest...'' KISSY KISSY!!!

From all-night mahjong to shrek2 to can we get out of here NOW!!? to wow you have damn good taste in presents to Goldheart & Tiffany and Co to Sardarko emerging from towels to hair flicking to chocolate cakes to food fests and nose bleeds to surprise!! to having more finesse to begging for sparklers to running from imaginery psychotic killers in scary corridors to mad uncontrolled laughter to singing birthday songs continuously in a row to the perfect 'cinema boyfriend' to 'one more time u dare say DA XIANG GONG arr' to Beeboo's not your real name!? to NamiNamiNamiNami + actions! to bb n i drinking our sorrows away as SOME PPL sang until our ears bled to unusually long toenails and 17th birthdays to lousy speeches and A+ students!! Heehee And WHO HU?! WHO? WHO? WHO HU?! WHO?! *rolls on the floor with laughter*

This going out especially to my dearest friends ever - Beeboo, Weizhi and Fartz - without which, the day, night and morning after could never have been so totally whack! Love you guys! But of course i love me the most. hee

Trying to upload photos onto my blog but erm..heehee? Will compile on a cd for yall. Shoe shopping!! Letz go!

BB, its all ur fault.. now my new fav phrase is 'Kissy Kissy'.. ahaha..

Ahahaha..ahaha..ahahaaaaa!!! ITS COME! ITS COME! ITS COME! FINALLY!! After months of "its coming! its coming!" its finally come!! At long last!! Woohooooooooooooo!!! *does the ali jigg..yeah baby, u know the one!* Ahaha...

Thanks you guys for the surprise paR-taY! heh Really had a blast. I was conned into having a civilised pre-bday dinner with Micheal and then somehow i managed to get kidnapped by dwarfs and invaded by aliens. Micheal showed up at my place bearing gifts and gave me the impression we were going to Prego. However, we stopped at some place and suddenly car doors were opening and there was a lot of shouting and then in a split second, i was bundled out of the car into Jude's house. OMG!

But it was daaamn shit fun! Many many many thanks to the masterminds - Micheal, Turtle and Josh. The kidnappers - Daniel, Damien, Keg, Ryan, Jin. The decorators - Michelle, Chien hui, Tammy, Jude (absolutely loved the pink decor!!!). The bums - Fred, Diana, Corny, Dare-dare-dare-daaarrryl(!!)And of course the entertainment of the evening - Elf and Dewei! Thanks Jude for letting us mess up your house! Love you guys a whole fat bunch. And the countdown was fun! haha will nv forget e itscoming-10-itscoming-9-
itscoming -8-itscoming-7-itscoming-6-itscoming-5-...-itscoming-itscoming
itscomingcomingcomingcoming3-2-1..ITSCOMEHAPPYBIRTHDAY!!" ahahahaaa... aww..all yall belong in the zoo too! Heh

Heehee though i tell everyone i only like surprises i plan myself, i really loved the surprise today!

Well, must rest up for the lovely lovely lovely day(and night!!) im going to be having tmw with my dearest friends ever tmw..ahaha..the REAL 'SURPRISE' continues..heh heh heh

I think i've finally hit maximum capacity. My closet, that is.

I'm all shopped out. Shocked, are you? Well.. im shocked too. Actually i'm more horrified than anything. Either that or i've got too little space. Yes, my 3 wardrobes, which each open both ways, are full. Completely and utterly packed to the brim. Oh, oh, how could this be happening?! Usually when my clothes snowball, i throw some(ok, a lot of) stuff out and ta-da! i announce im changing my wardrobe and go happily on my shopping sprees again. However, as luck would have it, as i was going through my clothes just now, i realized an awful, awful, awful thing : ALL MY CLOTHES ARE INDESPENSIBLE!!!

What is a girl to do without her shopping?! Oh, oh, woe upon my life..!! Well, i guess i could clear some things...

I apologise greatly for my last post. Indeed, i am deeply repentent. In fact, could i take back all i said, i would be exceedingly grateful. However, instead of simply just deleting my previous post, i shall expound on that matter.

My Left Eye brought to my attention that in 'Perceptions', there is a handicapped, or crippled if you rather, sister. Naturally, if there is a handicapped being on board, please, let me not stand in the way of rich men liking the sister of the wheelchair-bound. Dear me, never would i have said those things if i had just remembered the sister!

See, i am not all so hard-hearted and brazen afterall. The handicapped shall always have my blessings; as shall Fartz. Oh and maybe Jem. *silent chuckle*

This is absolutely abysmal! Its a bloody outrage! A moral atrocity, if you must! Its an affront to decency, an impertinence to justice, a flagrant disregard for human propriety, a mockery of life itself, a spit in the face of love, a kick in the shin of honesty and knife in the back of harmony. Hell, its gross effontery!

The number of "rich-boy-meets-poor-girl-and-falls-in-love-love-descending-all-caste-levels" types of shows are increasing exponentially, a la "Perceptions". Marriage, on all accounts, should be attributed to not only the union of two hearts beating in tandum, but also an amalgamation of assets. But, alas, directors and scriptwriters alike, seem to be propounding this very disastrous concept of pure and true love conquering all. What a load of intense rubbish.

But aside from that, i guess in all honesty, money is not THAT important. The most important trait is of course looks. Then comes money. I kid, i kid. Depth. Yes, depth is most important. Depth of his wallet, that is! Mwhahaa..

Nah, im a good girl, honest and pure (mwahhaha) and all i ask for is the maintainance of the type of lifestyle ive been living all my life; that is enough. But the point of this post is this and simply this - couldnt they get any better actress to play Geri on Perceptions?! She's like a block of very weird wood who, in the words of a very famous man, " ain't don't speak too damn good."

Sean, u poop, who is "the diamond"?! Stop being so bloody secretive!

Anyway, in line with Sean's dedication to his 'diamond (in the rough)', this post is ESPECIALLY dedicated to my Left-Eye. In a huff and a puff, my Left-Eye demanded a dedication to herself! What an absolutely irresolute Left-Eye! But my Left-Eye served me well; ahh, my dearest Left-Eye..who got demoted from Left-hand-and-eye-Coordination to merely Left-Eye. Though my LEft-Eye didnt know directions and stood on my right, henceforth making my right eye technically become my left-most eye, and Left-Eye forcing herself into the rightful place of the right-eye, my Left-Eye definitely kept me from banging into various obstacles(such as fire breathing dragons and knife-weilding dwarfs of course), getting off on wrong floors, falling over people in cinemas(oh wait, i actually did do that) and keeping me entertained with SHOPPING!

Sadly, my new INTELLECTUAL SPECS(heh heh u know those plastic rimmed ones tt make u look darn intellectual-looking) have forced my Left-Eye into early retirement, but i'll never forget the times my Left-Eye and i shared, turning 90, 180, 270 and 360 degrees(*gasp, alicia u can multiply?!), in ways no other LEft-Eye could. *Sigh* But there always comes a time when one has to say goodbye to one's Left-Eye and mine is now. So, farewell Left-Eye, fun times indeed, did we have.

And apparently im supposed to bring my Left-eye to the Tiffany and Co's friday do and ask for an extra chair for my Left-Eye to rest her lovely big eye-ball on. Till then, Left Eye, till then!

See what Care Bear you are.


Im bloody insulted!! Quizzes are so incorrect!

Boohoo..stuck at home today and its a friday. Boohoohoo. Bloody tear in my left cornea resulting in some mumbojumbo stage 4 conjunctivitus crapola = i cant wear contacts in my left eye till it gets better = have to wear glasses to see = cannot be seen out of the house. Oh, woe upon my life..

Sunday was mothers' day; not that it was different from any other Sunday. Family brunch with, surprise surprise, the family(!!) i.e. the grandparents, uncle and his wife and kids, the aunt, my parents and bro. As usual the "kids" sit on one side while the grownups do some grownup chat-chitting on the other side of the table.

So i sit next to my cousin - who's a guy. We go get our food and when i return to my seat, i realize i had forgotten to take chopsticks. Now, how the hell was i going to eat my Sashimi without chopsticks?! So i moan, "Urgh i knew i forgot something!" "What?" he asks. "Chopsticks!" I lament. "I'll go get u a pair" He offers. Whereupon, i turn to him and see him still sitting there. "Well? im waiting.." i say, giving him a reproachful look. He gets up and its only when he comes back i realize, oh crud. He's not one of my minions.

So of course i had to do some massive damage control. "Thank you!" i chime. Sigh. Maybe i do make use of guys.. a lot. But frankly, what else is the use of them?

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For years, ive been told im high maintainance, something which ive never had a problem with. Why abase oneself to being "easy"?

Life can be cruel sometimes. It can play tricks on you when u least expect it. Even if the trick is ridiculous to the point of hilarity, life has a nasty way of slapping you with some weird situation you don't quite know how to respond to.

Yesternight, i was whacked with one such dilemma. I received a call from some random dude i bearly knew. Now, we've only been out on a few one-on-ones, only had a few meals together, only watched a few movies together and only usually talk on the phone a few times a day. Some random dude. Anyway, he was going away on some sort of army thing-a-ling (top secret, i'd like to say, but the truth is i just wasnt listening when he told me what it was) for 2 weeks. A few minutes before departure, he rings me on my cell (No doubt instigated by his, and i say this in a most affectionate way, damn army mates).

"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Alicia, blah blah blah" He says. "Uh huh, uh huh" I say, trying desperately to sound interested while actually fretting over my broken fingernail (Damn it, im most displeased! I don't know how long it'd take to grow back..my manicurist told me good luck. im not pleased.) "Well, im going to go right out and say it", says he. "Uh huh?" i reply. "As u know im going away for 2 wks and there's smthg iv been wanting to ask u but i only jus mustered up the courage" "Uh huh" "Will u be my girlfriend?" I almost snap off the offending fingernail at this point. *crackle crackle* Bloody static. Where the hell was he calling from anyway? "Hello? Hello? Crackle crackle. Alicia?" "Uh huh? Crackle crackle" "So? Crackle crackle" Damn static. Urgh.."are u serious? crackle crackle crackle." "Crackle crackle..eess..crackle crackle" So as usual, me the idiot, i go "Sure! Why not? Crackle crackle crackle...Dooo..dooo..doooo..." The bloody phone goes dead. Im screwed. Call back! Call back! He didnt hear the end! "In your dreams!" Nooo...

The cell vibrates like a mass of little squirming squid. "Helloo!" i shout excitedly. "Heeeyy.." he starts. "Doo doo doo.." What the...! The squids squirm violently again. "Crap" he says "listen, the reception is..doo doo..." Giant gyrating mass commences again... "I.." i start. "Muak babe this is really great. gotta go, but promise to call u as soon as i can. Click." "I..." I stare dumbly at the cellphone. "Bbbut..i..i...erm..." Im confused. Did i just become attached? Like, erm, how? Me and my big mouth. Im never gonna joke about these kinda things again!

Im just hoping my fingernail will grow out nicely before i next see him.

Im so absolutely and thoroughly bimbotically pleased.

Purchased a full set of curling and straightening tongs just now. The only good thing that came out of my hot date with the infamous F****(hey! no bad words on this site). IT brought me cherry shopping. Interesting. Very interesting. Weird. But interesting. Anyway, back to my set of tongs! Its bloody amazing. Ive now got a tongie-thingie for every occasion forseeable! Tight curls, soft curls, bouncy curls, large curls, small curls, ringlets, rounded curls, partial curls, crimps, partial crimps and dead straight hair are all now within easy reach! Why hadnt i discovered this wonderful asset to womanhood earlier?!

But now i realize why women take 4 hrs to get ready for dates. Well, important dates anyway. Bloody fun though! Oh, its such a gleeful, gleeful, gleeful time, its almost indescribable. Just think now i have the power of hair styling in my very own room! Such easy access! No body tell my hair stylist though. She'd probably kill me. Come to think of it, for years, she's the one who's been telling me not to get my own straightening tongs; bloody.

And for years ive been watching in amazement as women all over the world (well, i saw it in the Bachelor) manage to change from curls to straight hair all by themselves! Such a state of deliriousness i am in now. I give it by friday for the magic to have worn out and my newest possession of hair equipment joining that lonesome pile, where all previous fancy gadgets that had once held a very special place in my heart, now lie, at the bottom of my 3rd closet. Yes, the one on the far right.

Ive come to the realisation how useless i am. Well, in terms of consoling people anyhow.

Saw this snippet of a Chinese show on telly depicting a guy (who was obviously very disrot) and a girl (who obviously liked him very much)..and the guy was taking swigs of wine from one of those like China-ish-olden-day-wine-thingies n the girl told him, "If u wanna drink, i'll drink with u!" (okok i read the subtitles) and she grabbed a bottle of wine and started, well, drinking. Now i would never be able to do that. Firstly, i can't drink. I'd probably fall upon the ground after half a bottle. Secondly, what's the point?

Flashback to Jem. He wasn't happy about something or other and i was to meet him for a drink. I sorta sat with him staring at him drink his sorrows away for a while..like 5 mins.. then i called Sean to get his ass down and entertain me. I don't go to pubs to sit there and not talk. I don't go there just to drink in silence. If i go to a club there damn well better b dancing. If i go to a pub there damn well better be talking. i forget if that boy ever did get drunk that night.

Flashback to Micheal. Breakups suck and he apparently wasnt too thrilled about ours. He brought a few beers and decided to drink em by the beach. I was greatly bored outta my wits. Played snake for a while on my hp. Sms-ed a bit. Talked to my mother (she called). And basically did nothing for a really long time. Starting looking at my nails, thinking to myself "i really need a manicure" then i decided to check out if my pedicure was due too. Finally i realized if he gets drunk, who's gonna drive me home? So i firmly told him to put the bloody cans away.

Anyway, my point is, shouldnt u just let people get drunk when they want to? And why should u drink with them? Isnt tt defeating the whole purpose of that person getting drunk if someone else "shares" the frustration? Definitely. Now, what have we all learnt from this? Alicia is never wrong.