Appreciate ME now & avoid the rush later: January 2008

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Minmin's 21st!!!

Yesterday was Minmin's 21st birthday celebration at Island Resort, East Coast Park.

Among all my friends, she was the first to kick start all the 21st celebrations... *hahahz*

It was quite fun...lots of chit-chatting and laughter, and of course, cam-whoring... *grinz*

The buffet was nice, and the company was needless to say. =)

Happie 21st, Min-chan! =)

Pictorial time!!!

Slacking outside and enjoying the breeze...

With the birthday gal...

Decorations... Simplicity is the theme... *hahahz*

Hui, Xiang and I decided to go for a stroll after dinner, and we saw a mini pirate ship!!!

No-childhood us got spontaneous and excited and we bought tix for the ride... =)

Hui was like screaming away cos she's so scared... And I was laughing away at her. So fun. =)

It's time to sing the birthday song!!!

Minmin & her bf:

Cam-whoring time!!!

Our present for Min-chan:

I had to pose with it cos it's not everyday one can get to hold on to Tiffany & Co. carrier.

Minmin was touched to the max (I hope she was!) when she saw the present.

Of course. How can you not smile so brilliantly when you received sth from Tiffany? =)

Unwrapping her present delicately...

A simple but full of warmth occasion...

Minmin, I wish you all the best (I know it sounds cliche, but vintage is in the rave now, isnt it?) and keep that dimpled and bright smile on your face always!!!

Love ya.

Friday, January 25, 2008

STINKY PRC!!!

I'm going to put aside my current status, and let this post be a damn crude one.

I can't help it.

I need to be crude in order for YOU, YOU and YOU to understand what I had gone through today.

(I make it sound as though I'm going to be vulgar. But I'll exert control on myself. So no worries there.)

Anyway.

I was feeling rather happy all morning, even when my one and only class started at 8.30am, and that class was about China's history (Tang dynasty, to be precise).

I was happy because I actually understood what the prof was teaching, and that the class was only an hour.

I was also happy because I'd be going to buy a new hp straight after class.

But all my happiness turned to nothingness, and then to gross feelings of disgust and more disgust.

Ok, this was what happened......

I boarded an almost empty train at Boon Lay station, and so I happily chose the corner seat (not the 2-seater one, the other one) and settled myself comfortably for the 1-hour trip back to TM.

Little did I know the comfort only lasted till Jurong East.

There was this PRC uncle (one look at him and you'll know where he comes from), who wore a sleeveless grey shirt that looked so pathetically gross and a pair of long, baggy black track pants that looked like it hasnt been washed for months, rushed into the train as soon as the door opened.

He has very little hair on his pathetic head, a pair of very cheapskate-looking specs on his ugly nose, and an ancient-looking slingbag hanging tastelessly across his unmanly chest.

(So can you now picture him in your head? Try not to throw up your dinner or have bad dreams later.)

Of all the empty seats he could have chosen, he choose the one next to mine.

NVM.

I decided not to be racist towards PRCs and gave him the benefit of doubt.

So initally, I didnt smell a rat.

But after a short while, like 10 seconds later, there's definitely something seriously wrong with the man.

Apart from the fact that he had his legs opened wide and his right arm touching my body (I hate it when my skin comes into contact with a stranger, unless of course, he's a hunk, that's a different story), which I could still tolerate...

But when he started to exhale his breath, OH MY F@#$ING GOD.

HE STINKS BIG TIME CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At first, I thot the smell was coming from somewhere else.

But when he continued to sniff and exhale, sniff and exhale TOWARDS ME, I bet on my GUCCI bag and Lester's LV bag that the horrible stench was given off by him.

OMG.

The smell was a combination of rotten eggs, smelly beancurd, hongkong feet, drains, shit, and even more shit. And if you have a sensitive nose like me, you'll be able to discover there's also an 'aroma' of metals that have gone rusty. Like the smell of blood.

Gosh. I swear, Bebe's waste smells 10 times better than him!

It's okie if you can't visualize the smell. Just know that IT WAS TERRIBLE

The stupid thing was, I dunno why he had to turn his f*^&ing head slightly towards me and breathe out.

What, do I look like a piece of mirror where you can blow air onto it and then draw a heart on it or sth???

Sicko.

I was praying hard he'd alight soon. But hell no. He happily sat there producing poisonous gas while reading his stupid book.

Finally, when I reached my tolerance level 99, I stood up and went to lean against the glass.

He then immediately shifted his saggy arse over to MY seat. *grrrr*

I dunno about you, but I think he's eyeing for that seat ever since he came to Singapore and because he has short legs and cannot walk/run faster than other people, he had to resort to making himself stink (probably by not bathing for 3 weeks) so the person (who deserves the seat way much more than he) can no longer tahan and have to stand up and leave.

Which was what I HAD to do, and I stood all the way from Raffles Place to TM.

Damn.

Why should I forsake the comfort of my seat just because the stupid person beside me stinks like mad?

I do not deserve such treatment, and neither do anyone of you out there.

His kinds are really spoiling the atas image we're trying to uphold for many years.

Sigh.

Did I mention that he alighted at TM ALSO?? Shite.

Imagine if I were to sit thru the whole journey guarding my seat, I would have to tolerate him from the west to the east, and probably by then, my lungs would have turned black because of the dirty air I'm constantly forced to breath in.

*tsk tsk*

I should have staged a play on the train. A play specially designed for the PRC man. And of course, the following conversation will be in Mandarin...

ME, talking loudly to my friend over the hp: "Hello?! EH! I tell you ar...I'm in the MRT now leh, and I dunno why, but the train VERY SMELLY leh!"

FRIEND'll probably say: "Huh, izzit? How come?"

ME, turning slightly to face the PRC: "Dunno leh. Before Jurong East no smell. But after Jurong East, the smell so strong lor! Like shit like that! Think it's somewhere near me leh...!"

And then I'll probably choke on my words before I can finish because I'd have inhaled too much air while exclaiming loudly.

Whatever it is, the fact remains that most of his kinds stink big time. I have further examples to illustrate that support my stand. But I'm just too tired to go on abt PRCs.

Had a long day today.

Bought my hp (finally!), more clothes, and rebonded my hair... *grinz*

My new collection: Moto V9

*yawns*

Accomplished quite a lot, huh?

I'm beat.

Nite.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Monday Blues...

A damn frustrating Monday ever.

Train service broke down for a whooping SEVEN hours.

Not that I care it's SEVEN hours, but why did it have to break down when I have morning classes and train is the only transport I've got???

*grrrr*

But one lucky thing was that my dad was still at home, and he gave me a ride to Bedok so I can take train from there...

Initially, I was debating whether I should cab down from there to school cos I predicted I would be very late for tutorial.

But when I thought of the horrible fare hike PLUS morning peak charges (not to mention a definite jammed at PIE), I embraced the train.

*haiz*

It was packed till the fullest can.

I was squeezed all the way to the back of the last cabin, but that's okie.

I had to lean back to back, shoulder to shoulder with strangers, and that's okie still.

Holding my breath, trying hard not to inhale when an uncle's arm was raised above my head?

Definitely NOT okie.

*tsk tsk*

It was till then that I realised the importance of public transports to us the commuters (well, unless you've got five cars at your service).

Obviously, I was late for 15 mins even though I cabbed from Boon Lay, but thankfully, my prof did not really care (maybe he didnt even notice me enter the class). *whew!*

One of my friends, who was also affected, told me she shared a cab with a total stranger who's going in the same direction as her, by asking down the unbelievably long queue (imagine the taxi stand at WS with the queue till OCK. That's VERY long, mind you).