Hello, erm, people.

This is taking me some courage to say, well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry because... my mom found the camera. It was entangled, apparently, in between the pile of unfolded clothes.

Honestly, I don't see why there are so many nasty comments in the previous entry, though I believe people who leave such comments don't usually really feel that deep a hatred for the subject they abuse.

These people are just writing because maybe they are losers, or jealous, or maybe they just have really small penises or really huge, ulcured flans.

Now some of you might be raising your eyebrows at this point and thinking, hey Wendy, isn't flan a French dessert of a tasty, custard nature?

Yes Ms/Mr Quick-Thinking, it is!

But at the same time, didn't you notice something amazing? The word "flan" - is remarkably sexual-sounding, isn't it? Read it out loud after me:

"Can I lick your flan?"

OR

"Such a smooth, juicy flan you have there..."

OR

"If you say that one more time you naughty thing, I am gonna smack your flan so hard, it would wobble in fright!"

OR

"KanninabuchaoFLAN!"



HOR HOR HOR?! Really sound very sexual right! From now on, to be a more cultured individual, I shall put the word flan into my vulgarities because French vulgarities are less vulgar than Singaporean ones. In case you are still an indignant French exclaiming that "flan" is a national dish and not a vulgar word, may I gently correct you?

As you have seen from the examples given above, I think we have established that "flan" is indeed as sexual as a word can get. Even the simplest "I love eating flan" ... is sexual.

Before I digressed. I shall now use the famous dessert/sexual word as a replacement of my vulgarities. Ie, I shall say, FLAN YOU! from now on. When I want to say a man is a soft faggot, I go like, You flaccid flanner!

Where was I before flan?!

Oh yeah, insulting my spammers, which gives me quite a lot of pleasure. Of course, many things give me pleasure as well, and I would put insulting my spammers in between "a fairly good pedicure" and "killing a pair of madly romping cockroaches".

Usually, the anonymous people who leave insulting comments are hoping against hope that by agitating others, these others would be miserable and lead a life like theirs.

Of course, if they do it sufficiently and rapidly enough, the whole world would became miserable, and with no happy people to lift the Joy-benchmark these miserable people who be average-happiness people again!

But hey, it is impossible, because as they are usually very ugly, people tend to ignore them and start to do other unpleasant, but yet less unpleasant, things instead, such as picking their dog's fleas.

Other spammers has small wieners. Of course, speaking of indignant men with small penises, THEY SUCK (exception of those who are nice to me)! STOP EMAILING ME TELLING ME IT IS SKILL/DURATION WHICH MATTERS AND NOT SIZE! FLANNING MEN KEEP MAILING ME TELLING ME TO TEST THEIR FINGERS/TONGUES NO I WOULDN'T! My criteria for men is simple: One or more of the below

1) The Extremely Smart
2) The Extremely Good-looking
3) The Extremely Funny
4) The Extremely Rich (and arrogant to go with it. Wooh!)

I am not saying I deserve such men. I am just saying these men ATTRACT me. If you are not one or more of the four above, go away and weep darling.

Again, once and for ALL, SIZE MATTERS. There is NO NEED TO ARGUE. So what if skill and duration matters? It does. BUT - What makes you think big-dong man doesn't have skill or duration? It is not mutually exclusive ok, and however you calculate it, you are still a loser.
Even if big-dong man doesnt have skill or duration, he can learn to cultivate skill in time to come (he'd get some practice alright), and maybe duration can be trained. Size? Penis-enlargement pills? Shivel you up then you know!

Anyway, even if duration/skill is more important (and ie size is not important - and let's PRESUME that all long-membered males are lacking in skill and duration), WOULD YOU LIKE A PIN POKING YOU FOR A PROLONGED PERIOD OF TIME, IN A SKILLFUL MANNER?

Note: I am not even talking about oral sex or foreplay here. Just plain, normal sex. And once again, Big-dong Man can be taught fingers - your tiny penis cannot engorge itself.

*roll eyes*

So before I digressed yet again, these spammers sometimes have small wieners. They start to wonder why the world is so unfair! They don't need a third little finger! This is where they all start to go mad. They seek out forums like hardwarezone or sammyboy, to find like-minded individuals with weeny wieners.

To their surprise, it is like one big small-penised family in there, and they make friends in no time, like MLM salesmen. They post pictures of the pretty girls they will never get to flan, and sometimes criticise the girls as if the girls 1) are free enough to take a break from humping droolsome male models to care and 2) are within reach and are actually not good enough for them! When they laugh their tiny members quiver as they are not big enough to oscillate.

Tsk. But do the females they insult care? Oh dear, of course not. Because these guys are LOSERS and we all laugh at them. =)

And then we reach jealousy. I shall get a bit more serious here.

Turodrique once told me, that although I don't believe in the bible, it was said, a prophet can never be accepted in his own town. He laughed and said that, dammit, that stupid boy live next door, and go to the mamashop together and play marbles, then suddenly he grow up to be God's son? Siao then will believe him right?

So yup. (The analogy does not in any case mean I think I am as good as a prophet - it is an analogy.)

And thus the bitter feelings towards me. I am just this normal, normal girl. If you ask me, I don't know what is so special about my weblog as well, except I like my writing because it is my writing what, of course it is an ease to read since I understand myself best.

There is no use telling me you don't think I deserve to be the most popular or best Asian blogger - because I didn't crown myself. My readers did.

But people who do not concur feel it is absurd that such a common weblog, maybe even deemed (by themselves) inferior to their own, can make it so big. Columnist, commercial deals, a dozen press clippings. Why?

WHO IS THIS GIRL? It is but this nose-digging, short, typical, non-celebrity Singaporean girl, and I cannot accept that she becomes famous!

So they throw insults and try to get me down - back to where they think I belong: the cookie cutter crowd where everyone is common.

But I wouldn't, because I am not. Nothing from you stupid spammers can get me down. I have my family, and wonderful friends who'd do anything for me, and you people are just virtual beings with electronic opinions. Who are you to advise me on what to do, and why should I listen? You don't even have a big dick. =)

I can ask for a camera if I want to, even though I was joking. I don't find it shameless, because my readers do want to view photos.

I know that there are readers who are willing to give back to me, and not just take and take all the time, like the selfish bastards so many others are.

I know that I have readers that go back as far as two years ago who have always been quietly supporting me, and they would pay $16.90 for a bestseller - and definitely $1 to their old-time blogger who have been writing (though also for my own) for them for 24 long months in a 500-entried weblog.

$1 is nothing, but yet that $1 would play an essential part in filling up this weblog with lively colours once more.

Once again, thank you my readers for defending me. I appreciate it a lot, but don't bother with the stupids, for it is wiser to just laugh at them. BAH them!

And to the people who have actually offered me a camera (MADNESS!) for free or have actually searched for my account number and transfered money to me, a big thank you.

Thank you for believing in me, despite all my foul-mouth-ness and my short, unreasonable tempers which showed up in my mean blogs. Thank you for being sensible enough not to judge a blogger merely by her entries, and thank you for not immediately thinking I am a slut when I talk about sex.

I will transfer the money back to donors, and once again, a big thank you and I really, really appreciate it. Oh, you cheeky flans you.

:')

Fucking shitty day

I lost my camera...

The one I have been using since the start of this blog ...

That one pink camera that has brought me all these pictures and the memories. The camera I used for the pictures I took during my birthdays, my friends' birthdays, the photos I took for Today newspaper, and even for Maxim... And now it is gone.

I don't know how I lost it. It was still with me when I last took photos for my CNA interview on Tuesday, and I remember putting it into my bag when I left. Then when I looked back into the bag, it is gone.

I can't find it anywhere.



I sat down to think, and a single tear fell down my face. That camera has been through so much with me, and I loved it so much. Never ever will I find another camera that small and in that perfect shade of pink again. :( And it is still working fine, with NO SCRATCHES on it at all. That's how much I took care of it.

Now it is time for a new camera, and I don't have the money to buy one. I am thinking of getting an Ixus i5, which, at it's cheapest, is $350. I don't have that kind of money!

You guys wouldn't see any photos till I get my new camera I guess. Which is a real pity, because I went to the KM8 (this new club at Sentosa - KM8 PR people you reading this? Send me a VIP card!) party at Sentosa with Eileen (Wee) and Adrian, and I took a secret shot of Eileen's perky butt! In a bikini bottom! But alas. Gone. The camera is gone with my almost new 128mb sony memory stick (which I bought seperately - for $90).

ALRIGHT. Shuyin suggested I do this. Anyone works in a camera company? Sony? Canon? Konica-minota? Anything! I want a digital camera, and I would gladly take a sponsored one. Please, gimme one! Trust me, an infinite amount of people ask me what camera I use, and the advertising is surely worth more money than a measly 300 bucks or so.

CAMERA COMPANY PEOPLE!! U reading this! Me! Want! Camera~!

Haiz.

Or maybe, if only 350 of you 8,000 people each throw me $1, I will be able to get a new cam! I desperately need one. Suddenly, the world is filled with beautiful and interesting things for me to take photos of. =(

Speaking of clubbing, just now I went out for supper at Orchard Hotel with Eileen (wee) and Abigail, and we spoke about that night at km8.

- The rest of this entry is deleted because it infringed on my friend's privacy. I hate feeling oppressed, and I feel so shitty, unwanted, unimportant and shitty, I just feel like crying and crying and crying. Go away. I think I am pms-ing. -

The Pink Party! (and possibly the longest blog entry in the world)

Loads, and loads of photos! Escape while you can before the pics engulf you! P/s: I am too exhausted to write much, this shall be a photolog! (Author's note after reading: Not really.)

Day One
28th April 2005
A girl turns 21!

Weeks and weeks before our birthdays (19th and 28th April), Shuyin has been nagging me to book a chalet before they all run out. I ignored her. She got hers at Aloha Loyang... and I was forced to choose Netheravon chalets very last minute at secluded Aloha Changi. It is damn cheap, $155 for Thursday and Friday.

Turns out it is not that bad after all!




Momo was so nice to me. She bought all the BBQ and other items.
Here she is, being the greatest mom, cooking some slices of beef for me coz I said I was hungry. Day One was for celebrations with family, and Shuyin, Weili and Alvin stayed over with me.



I rushed upstairs, to find pretty bedrooms, in pink! Lovely! Very spacious too.


Look, old-school windows! Love them.


Shuyin and Weili arrived shortly after. The specs are damn deceiving. From far, I thought she and Weili were models.

And yes, I know my foundation is obviously too white for my tanned face.

The tiara, courtesy of Daiso (IMM) at a grand price of $2.

Shuyin saw the tiara on Zaobao and said it outlived its value long ago.



A random BBQ pic! Don't you think my mom looks damn cute in this pic? Auntie Santha, our family friend, is chewing a chicken wing, and Jocelyn my cousin on a hot dog. Weili showing us his shiny Adidas logo.



Baby kittens came and we gave them food.



Shuyin and Weili suspiciously disappeared and came back with these! SO SWEET!!

It's jelly with my name on it! THEY FREAKING WOKE UP AT 9AM TO DO IT CAN! SHUYIN LEH! SHUYIN SLEEPS AT 6AM OK! Awwwww. I insult people's religions, I kick random small animals, I laugh at people who fall down and I scold taxi drivers and street surveyors. I only donate to NKF when Fann Wong performs, back in 1998. I don't deserve such nice friends, I don't.

Upon closer inspection, there seems to be something wrong with the jelly...


WAH! SALA! Due to some "rushing" according to Shuyin, they got it mirrored. -_-


It's ok, says Photoshop. I will save the day!

I gobbled it up before anyone can notice the mistake.


Ice cream cake, courtesy of my cousin Frankie who is manager at Swensens! My photo with him turned out blur :(


With mommy, di di and daddy!


Making a wish.. Love this pic, my daddy is smiling so happily. Think I would too if my daugther turns 21.


Posing with all the family guests - my godmom and her sister.


My uncle Steven, his wife Susan, with little Vivian, and my uncle's twin (not here)'s wife!


My beautiful cousins Cally and Jocelyn! Michelle not here though. =(


Auntie Santha, Uncle Manual, and pretty daughter Samantha!
They are such kind people. Thanks Auntie Santha for the dispensers!


With mom.




LATER THAT NIGHT,
when we were left alone ...


Shuyin helps to prepare the guest corsages for tomorrow's party.
Once again, what do I do without her?

Oh I had to crop off her head coz she blinked and look quite scary, especially when it is Changi we are talking about.

Hang on! Before we begin dismantling the $2-for-two bunches of Hawaiian pink flowers to thread into pink ribbons, how about a dance around Alvin?


I look like an old Chinese sword fighter. No make-up! And I look fine! Must be the tan working. =)


Pretty right? I shall make all my guests wear it, and they have to because it is my birthday!


Alvin Lam helps Shuyin with *gasp* learning how to ride a bike.


And yay!

THE NEXT DAY
2:00pm

Shit shit shit. No music player. Bought rose syrup thinking I want to make pink drinks to go with theme, but Alvin Lam and Weili says rose syrup is very "army" and is red, not pink. No good.

Must buy carnation milk.

Shit shit shit, no money to pay caterer.

Triple shit, people are calling to tell me they are bringing Vodka, but do I have my mixers? Will bandung do? Surely not. Must buy Ribena.

Cycles myself to Changi Village with utility bag slinged on me. Was a breezy journey and swift. Forgot I must come back upslope with heavy stuff and $536 (my caterer was Jack's Place) in wallet. Almost died.

Meanwhile, I believe Shuyin and gang were sneakily making some present for me. I walked in on them last night while they were drawing some pink cardboard thingy! I waltzed into the upstairs room, and was like, "Oooh, what's that?!" And it took them a while to notice my existence and Shuyin screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" while someone, her or Weili, violently pushed me out with the small of my back.

She bitterly said, "Orh bi, so kpo for what. Don't want to give you already." and proceeded to give me a terrible glare. I almost cried.

Oh my gosh the guests are coming!


60 small champagne plastic glasses, $6, courtesy of the marvellous Daiso.


Changed into pink outfit and tiara!

Noticed the mosquito bite on my neck?
I had, by evening, TWENTY bites (why not 21 huh, huh?! FUCKING MOSQUITOES).
It was damn jialat there. Now I know why it is cheap, the chalet.


Saviour! Wanyi came with mosquito coils!

"Ready or not, let's take photos!" she says.


Tadah! Shuyin and Wanyi generously let me take the limelight by acting like second and first runner-ups (losers! haha!)during a pageant.

And they are in pink!

Whoopee, RV friends arrive!


Xiaoyu, Zhiwen, Kitchiang and Huifen comes!

Huifen called to ask me, "Hey, do I get a prize for being the most pink?!"

"Eh," I replied, "You can't beat Samantha last night! She wore pink skirt with pink top and a pink bag!"

"Yes I can!" said Huifen in considerable excitement. "I am in a pink skirt, with a pink tank top, a pink bra, pink thong, pink nails, and pink birkenstocks! I also went to Tampines specially to buy a pink rubber band! See I am so nice to you!"

I was stumped for words and pretended the charcoal needed tending. Later, I realised her eyeshadow was also pink.


Pink nail polish, courtesy of, duh, Miss Huifen!

She painted everyone within the vicinity of 1 mile, meaning the kitten's nails too.


Wah! Clockwise from left, Kitchiang, Xiaoyu, HF, Zhiwen and Russell!

Xiaofeng, Ghimz, Peiying and Eekean comes! As do Biwen! (thanks for coming alone babe!)


With my favourite lawyer in the world, who wore pink for me - a colour she doesn't even like.


With Dong dong dong dong dong xiao feng!


With Peiying and Ghimz this time round too!
I must say, men who sportingly followed the pink dress code are very nice indeed.

At 6pm, Wong called me, with a certain amount of panic in her voice.

"We cannot find espadrilles at all, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?"

I mentioned a loris would do fine, and I think she asked me to go die, precisely one day after my 21st. After a lot of talking, Wong said that since I have a jet-setting lifestyle (which I don't), she'd get me a samsonite luggage.

I am not sure if she was kidding, that girl has serious problems sometimes. So I recoiled in horror and said no thanks. A down payment for my SLK? I gently suggested.

They bah-ed me and put down the phone. I feel a little jittery. What if I get the luggage case?

Thank goodness, it was not. Because it came wrapped in Wong's coat.


The look was the usual one I give them.

They then told me to GUESS what the present was by asking yes/no questions. A few clues:

1) It is more than $100.
2) Colour is irrelevant.
3) It can help you, according to PY, when you are broke and stuck in a country. "A credit card!" I exclaimed, and they chorused, "You wish."
4) It can be bought in only a specific place, but there are many of such places around.

I took around 20 minutes, and couldn't guess it. Biwen did though, but I didn't hear her answer.


Make a wild, wild guess.


An Ezlink card with $100 value inside!
Very duh, but quite brilliant, I must say. =)
Thanks guys. SO MUCH FOR THE JET SETTING LIFESTYLE!


Beautiful Biwen!!


Very tall Cedric! He has been my blog reader since the beginning of time.

Note: I was standing on a chair and him on the ground.


Ripple and Huifen (I think) made eclair cake for me!

Coz my mom say its bad luck to celebrate belated, so cannot have cake.


Yay!

Outside, more people are arriving!


The MAXIM GUYS! Jacque, photographer, Dylan, editor, and Peter, my favourite writer!

Because they were such hardcore alpha males, I had a hard time tying the flower corsages on them.
Apparently Dylan sneakily took his off. EDITORS ARE ALL EVIL!


It looks most unwilling, Huifen!


Oooh! Russell and Kelvin's vodka! Thanks so much guys.

Now this is bad. Who brought the Jim beam? I have no memory. (post note: It is Farid! Thanks!)



My godsis since 1998. Muacks muacks Eileen! Hot pink!


She gave me a handphone ok!


What the.


Kelvin!! One of the best things that came out of knowing Adrian (among other good things lah!). =)
Thanks for offering to drive me around.


And Russell too! So cute right. *pinch*

MY GOSH. WHERE IS MY TIARA? WHO, WHAT, WHERE WHY BUNNY EARS?

Never mind.


Farid!

My RV sec 1 and 2 classmates!

Junhan and Joseph!

Weifa and Jinquan!

Thank you for the present! Which is ...

The same pattern as Shuyin's blouse!
(For those of you who noticed she is wearing the same blouse both days, she actually washed it.)


Shuyin is gone!


Oh there she is.


Jorraine, Jaelle, and Sheryl! My gosh...

Apparently my Little Art Bug Workshop colleagues and boss drove around to different locations to get me the roses in different shades of pretty pink. It is humongous, and I love love love love love love love love them!

VERY TOUUUUUCHED! And I love the Victoria secrets bag too!


One of my all-time favourite photos.


Kinda weird to see your friends all in one room...


Can you all please grow up Ms Chew and Ms Wong! Ms Wong, act like lawyer please!


June came with a PINK present,


And so did Ivan and Eric who rushed down from camp.
So nice of you guys!!

And Adrian, Loon Yang, Ian, Grace, Daniel, Tian and bf, Zenn and Colin all reached at this point of time, so it is...

TIME TO POP THE CHAMPAGNE!!
(Make-up went downhill from here onwards)


Special thanks to the Maxim guys who bought the lovely PINK champagne!



Shaking and pop!


Pouring...


The SQ girl helps...


And done!

I was told to say a speech, and it went like, "Thanks for coming to secluded Changi"

and everyone drinks up!


AND THEY ALL POURED CHAMPAGNE ON ME!!!!!!!!


Took revenge and pour on Wanyi also.

At this point in time, Shuyin, Wanyi and Weili hugged me and said, "We have something for you!"

And they took out the pink "cardboard" thingy and a box from under the buffet table's skirting.

It was so beautiful.

And I just kept crying and crying. Like not tearing? I was sobbing my heart out.


I think several people were quite alarmed, not by the sight of the bdae girl crying, but by the amount of black tears cascading down my cheeks.

I really couldn't stop and didn't care less about the ruined make-up, which Wanyi and Huifen tried, futilely, to salvage.


Stopped crying a bit, for a photo. Isn't it so nice? Referring to the gift, not my make-up.


And the back. My goooosssh.

I went weakly into the chalet to open up the box as instructed. Heard scrapping sound. A LORIS!


The box had a shivelled pine thingy on it, which the box proclaimed is a Venus fly trap.


A bit tough to open...
















!!!


The first thing that greeted me. Is a capsicum. Yes, a green capsicum, wrapped in plastic wrapping. I doubled over in laughter and threw it at Weili. Apparently, they packed in all the things I dislike, as well as, I hope, things that I actually like as well.

Worse to come:


Tampon and a real onion. A broken whale toy.


Hmmm! Red saucy undies!


A package from Shuyin's cousin, Abbie's mom. Yes, a paper underwear was in the package. How did you guess?


Dug out stuff I like! Adidas "ming-xing-looking" jacket! Which I only lightly mentioned in passing to Shuyin.
I had no idea she heard.


Weili chose the diary of Adrian Mole. Pun, unintended, they say!

Also in the box are cheap shiny Jesus and Mary stickers (on my forehead is Jesus crucified), as well as car stickers - but no SLK, got Lamborghini though.

Xie xie ni men. I really don't deserve such great friends. And they are not the sort they I can be mushy to, so yup, let's just say you guys made my 21st very, very, unforgettable.


From Dylan or Jacque! I shall credit both!

Huifen kept urging me to open hers, and I did!


My fucking god. Holy crap, these are exactly the espadrilles that I wanted.


They are so beautiful, thank you HUIFENNNNNNN!! Hen mei, wo hen xi huan~!! All the way from US!


Russell, Kelvin and Farid (if this is how to spell his name), bought me a record from Felix the Housecat!

I look like the model not?


My cousin Jocelyn's Escada perfume as well as a single piece of her favourite sweet.


June bought me a lovely set of lingerie, WITH A TIGER PRINT NIGHTIE!

Rooarr! Hahaha! Who to wear for sia!


Cedric's sweets.

When I was trying Huifen's shoes, Adrian, who was looking v odd because he was alone and he is almost always surrounded by people (his friends all upstairs), piped up that he would like to share Huifen's present, can or not?

I glared at him. Not that I expect anything in return, but I just spent some cash on the 27th of April (one day before mine that is) for buying him a Gucci keychain (shared with Kel and Russ) AND, as if that is not enough, a very nice Yankees cap to replace his horrid straw one.

I told him of course cannot, and he better buy something nice.

He then hobbled (broke his knee during basketball. All sports are evil) away. I am ashamed to say I glared at his retreating back. He came back, unsmiling and sheepish, with a Givenchy box, flat and toileries-sized. It was navy blue and looked like it contains a men's gift that some random person gave him, possibly even given the day before.

But had to pretend to be nice, so I was like, "OMG U BOUGHT A PRESENT?!" (Actually I was really quite surprised as his acting was quite good when he said he wanted to share Huifen's gift)

"It is a towel," he mumbled, not because he was really trying to mumble but because he always mumbles.

And he passed the corporate-looking box to me.

"I don't want men's stuff!" I said, giving him a woeful look behind my entirely smeared mascara.

"Open it," he mumbled.

And I did, and starting sobbing non-stop again.

The bugger took photos.


It was a full set of acrylic paints.

I once told him, when he was sleeping at Huifen's chalet, that he looked nice when asleep, and that I wanted to paint him.

As per guys who are sleepy, he grunted in response, so I naturally thought he wasn't listening.

And I continued talking, oblivious to his lack of enthusiasm. I said that I needed to buy Acrylics first, and the stupid things cost at least $50 for a full set.

Grunt grunt.

I never thought he was actually listening to me!

And there, on my lap, were the acrylics the cripple had to walk the whole of bras basah to buy. CANNOT STOP CRYIIIIIIIINNNG!!

It's like *sob* someone *sob* appreciating the finer and softer side of me *sob* and forgoing my *sob* usual rude and vulgar self!!!!

Enough. Other guests coming.



Forgot to take photo with Ginny... Hot pink skirt!


A clear shot of the crotch of Peter's Bad Taste Bear Scarlet. Tsk tsk. BUT I LIKE!


Mr Miyagi and mrbrown appears after midnight, holding the soundtrack of 20,30,40! Why so late ah!

Changi visiting ah kuas RIGHT!


Maybe he could be a queen himself?

Can pass!

Ben and Aaron comes damn late after camp!


Ben's and Ivan's and Eric's gift. Ben put so much effort into this. Just look at the amount of pink stuff! I shall be very nice to Ben on his bdae!


Want to smack him! Haha... See the diff between tan and fair me?


My fav sailor Androaaron! Now tan tan like me.


Tian kisses me while Zenn smiles away!


Now my turn!


Thanks for coming all of youuuuuu!! The most important person who linked me to all these people was downstairs on the phone while the pic was taken. Adrian Mah, where were you!?


Oh there he is, getting shocked by something Huifen is saying.


"I didn't say nothing," slurs Huifen.

And here comes Eileen Wee with Abigail!


Wah lau, my make up... This Eileen ah. She made me drink and I get tamade easily drunk lor.


Then we started to play R-O-C-K rock, which consist of continuing a sequence within the beat of two.


Adrian plays to lose. "You know something about beer?" he asks.


"ISH GOOD!"


I tell you, Eileen and Abi are born entertainers, they are. Abigail was to do a forfeit, and while we were still thinking, she said, "Ok ok, I chew the cards ok?"

And she did. She stuff a lot of cards into her mouth, and then flung them to everyone one by one, like King of Gamblers style.



Those cards were in mid-air. She is DAMN FUNNY.

Ok I am done with this super long blog entry! My camera's batt died, Shuyin's one died, and so no more pics after June left, which is at 4am.

I must say, special thanks to everyone who has helped, or offered to help me with this thing. Esp Zhang Shuyin, Weili, Alvin Lam, Momo, Huifen, Colin and Adrian. It is 716am now, and I desperately need to sleep. Sorry if your photo is missing, some pictures seem to be gone.

:) I am happy.

p/s: Adrian fixed my computer already. It was AVAST'S FAULT and he is a genius for fixing it, and WO CHUO LE! WO ZHI CHUO LE SHI FU! I maligned him for not fixing it, and maligned my brother for spoiling it. =P