Damn, van.

I'm finally done with my web page.

Nah, it's just this thing I had to do for school. 'Coz I'm going for attachment soon yea? And we're expected to submit a weekly report via a web page - thus, the web page.

I was too lazy to design my own background, so I used this one blogskin I found a few months back and altered the layers. It's funky mann.. I might just wanna use it for my blog now. We'll see..

Still have a little tweaking here and there.. But argh.. Lazy right now.

So.. What's up with ya'll??

Halloween's coming. Might or might not celebrate.

Was super hyped about it a week back, but now - eh. All my excitement's just drained from work I guess. Plus, the thought of attachment starting just Monday just bums me out.

I need sleep.

So I caught 'The Grudge' with Sean, Shaufik and Maddie. Madd was too afraid to go home after, so she decides to crash at Sean's. I didn't think about it much, till Madd pointed out the lift scene, and flashes from the movie blinded me silly, so I chickened out and went to Sean's as well.

Maddie was sucha bitch really. She kept making that creepy sound from the movie that scared the shit outa Sean and myself. Really mann, this is one scary movie. Tho, the famous part was altered to viewers' discretion. Ya'll know the bedroon scene where the woman's on her bed and she looks down and sees the boy under the covers? Yea, that part was supposed to be followed by the ghostly woman overlooking her from the ceiling, but no, no woman.

Maddie thinks it's 'coz the Americanised version is more for the Americans viewing pleasure. So they kinda didn't want to scare them TOO much. Pfft, yea, whatever..

I was so chicken in the movie I tell you. I kept covering my face with Madd's jacket. Tho I love horror movies, they scare me to bits, but mann, the after effects, like when you get home, and you start imaging the movie happening in real life scares me even more. I can't help it. I have a colourful imagination.

Ya'll should go watch it. Tho, I should've followed Glen who chickened out from the movie earlier. He's a smart fellow. Should've watched it in the day. Less frightening that way..

So at Sean's. We explored his "mansion", and even discovered that he was 4 large fridges. Yes, ladies and gents, FOUR! One for the kitchen - for normal kitchen needs, another for the frozen meats, another that he calls his "beer fridge", and the last one for the mirowavable and toasterable foods for late night snacking. It was late at night, so yes, we did some snacking.

We started off with EGGO waffles. You gotta love that shit. We each started off with 2 each. I ate another 3 after, and Maddie, another one. Damn. Afterwhich, we went up to watch 'Amelie'. Nice show btw.

At 6:30am, his maid was up and he got her to cook us breakfast. We got scrambled eggs, a few small sausages, a sausage, and a hashbrown. Mind you, I had 5 waffles before that. So yea, I was full.

Walking out from the never-ending stretch of roads, my stomach made sounds I'd never heard before. No, no good. So finally, Maddie and I reached the bus stop and we parted ways.

I did not go to Church this morning. I'm so gonna make it up to him this Sunday. I promised I wouldn't sleep during service. Now, I have to make sure I sleep realy early on Saturday. Pfft, the chance of that happening is really slim. But no worries..

Major embarassment mann...

I was outside of Zouk when Maddie passed me the hotdog. I was about to take a bite when it slipped out of my hand and fell onto my friend's friend's sweater. Shit.

Chilli and mustard all over him. Shit. I felt so bad. I passed him the stack of tissues I had in my hand and he went to the loo to clean himself out. Damnit. I really feel sooo bad.

Firstly, 'coz he isn't even my friend to begin with. Secondly, Sean was the one who bought Maddie and I that hotdog. With only 2 bites out of it, it's now on the ground outside of Zouk, people stepping and kicking it in all directions.

It's a curse I tell you. Must've been the Dempsy's Curse. Earlier in the night, I was at Dempsy's Hut and Kay Song accidentally knocked Sean's 3/4 full bottle of Heineken out of his hands and it smashed to bits on the ground.

Today's not a good day..

The upside? Got to meet a few new peeps today. And got to see my childhood buddy. Fuckin small world I tell you. So happened, she knew some of my other friends, including Sean who invited me to Dempsy's in the first place. Hah.

I've got invites to Zouk/Phuture for tonight(Friday - Oct 23). Anyone want them? 1 invite can enter 2 people. I doubt I'd be going. Ya know, being broke and all.. And, I think I'm going to take a break from Zouk/Phuture. Hah, right..

No, but really. Once my attachment starts, I doubt I'd even have time to go out. Mann.. Solitude for 6 months. What a bore.

I was stupid today.

Sugarrushed.

It had struck me. I had totally forgotten to mention about the SUGAR.

At Sara's 21st birthday dinner, after all that food, and all that fill, we had to dare ourselves to eat sugar. YES! SUGARRRRRR!!!

Maddie, Abi, and I cheered our opened packets of white sugar and emptied it in our mouths. It tasted...blend. You don't actually taste it really. It was more of texture than taste. Okay, maybe the overwhelming sweetness came over me and numbed my taste buds. ... ... It was fun tho!

So then we went on to the next. Abi ate EQUAL too. Then he ate the raw sugar. Y'know the brown kinds? Yea, that.

In the end, Maddie had 4, I had 3, and Abi had gawd-knows how many. Jere ate a packet or two too. Muahahhaa.. High on sugar mann...

I remember the distinct feeling of sugarrush for a good 7 mins before it all settled. I was probably quite wide-eyed too. I can't seem to recall now..

Oooohh!! And balloons!

Okay, no, we did not EAT balloons - just to make that clear. One by one, starting with Abi (yea I know, he's a little weirdo isn't he?? - haha, kiddin la..), they began inhaling the helium from the balloons. Then he spoke. Hahahahaha.. Funny shit I tell you. My cheeks hurt so bad, I could've gotten locked-jaw..

I didn't do it tho. Was afraid of those powdery..err...powder from inside of the balloons getting into my lungs. Ya'll know they put powder into balloons so that they won't stick right? Well, yea, I might just choke on it and die. I don't know why, but my health ain't in it's best shape these few months. Better to be safe than sorry y'know?

But it did look like fun.

Ahh well, maybe when I'm alot better. And maybe drunk. Or half-drunk. Either way, it'll be cool to sound like Donald Duck. Or Tweety! (oh gaaawwd...)

I should not have late night talks with a guy who I know has intentions and I know has a girlfriend.

This is bad...

Boyfriend-spree. For Maddie and me.

So...I'm half dead. Tired, and worn.

Tonight was Sara's birthday dinner with her family and relatives, and us! We went to Roxy Hotel opposite Parkway Parade. It's motherfuckin far I tell you. And most of you know where I live, so yea..

The food was woohoo!! Maddie and I could NOT stop eating. That is, of course, till we were full. Or at least, full to the point that our stomachs weren't its usual sizes.. And that's badd...

But mann, the food... *drools like Homer Simpson*

There were, oysters, salmon sashimi, crayfish in some oat thingies, cakes, chicken kebabs, fried garlic with prawns and mussels topped off with crabmeat and tomato sauce (*drools*..), beef stew, more sashimi, and erm, ... ... ..., erm ... ... ..., sorry, I'd lost my trail of thought. But anyways, basically, there was ALOT of food. Did I mention it was a buffet?

Then the 4KG Chocolate cake arrived. We all "cheesed", then the cake was cut. It looked like LANA, it smelled like LANA, but it did not taste like LANA. LANA-IMITATION!!! But it's all good. My stomach wouldn't be able to stomach anymore food. One slice of cake was more than enough. Had it been LANA, I would've forced it down for sure.

Then off to Mojo the pub. Mann, that so reminded me of "Mo..jo jo-jo". Ya know, the powerpuff girls? But this place was anything BUT powerpuff. There were women in pink, yes there was, but only to differentiate the customers from the escorts. Yeap, this place ain't no joint for children folks. It was full-on, hardcore, Escorting.

By the end of the night, Sara had 2 dedications made out to her (she missed the first one when she went to the toilet), we all had at least a drink each (still was full from dinner), and no dancing went about ('cept Paul dancing with his Aunt - Sara's mom).

Then we left. Maddie, Sara and Abi went home. I went to meet another friend for some brief clubbing. Got to meet some new people (always a good thing), then went home.

And alas, we're at this point where the present is now. Eventful day, was it not? Now to sleep and awake a new morning.. Or in this case, afternoon..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA!!!

Well, technically, it'll be tomorrow, but what the heck..

Tonight, my dearest SARA has invited people over to Phuture to celebrate her 21st. Yes ladies and gents, SARA is soon to be 21!!!

Old la SARA... But it's okay.. We still love you...

My dad was telling me how he received an email from a woman in his cell group asking for people to pray for her and her son. In the email, she said how her son's going to change rooms and sleep on his own. And she's asking for everyone to pray that he'd take the adjustment well and that he'd be able to sleep properly. Wtf???

Usually when people ask for others to pray for them, it's usually something of substance yknow? Like, how someone's really ill and maybe dying, or how someone's struggling with financial diffulties, etc etc.. But no, this woman's asking us to pray for her son who's moving into a room of his own and she's worried he might not be able to sleep right?? WTF??

Yea, ask God for help, but come on, this is really trivial la. Even if he doesn't get as much sleep as before, he'll live..

This is really stupid. There are people out there with bigger problems, like famine, war, sickness, financial difficulties, death, injuries, etc etc..

My Grandfather might be diagnosed with cancer. Not sure which kind, but there's a chance it might be fatal. I was never that close to my Grandfather. But, he's here and the only one I've got who's alive. I never met my dad's side of grandparents. They died before I was born. So yea, my mom's side is the only grandparents I've got. I talk to my Grandpa, but most of the time, he either can't hear me, or loses his trail of thought. Ha, kinda sounds like me..

He's already 80 I think. Shit, I don't know. But yea, it's a good ripe old age, but I don't want him gone ya know? My dad says he might just do that 'coz he doesn't have a purpose in life anymore. And people tend to give up easily when there's nothing to live for. It happened to my Grand-Aunt on my dad's side before. We missed her last birthday 'coz my dad was in Indonesia for work, and my mom couldn't be bothered to go. Little did we know, it'd be her last birthday. She was such a nice old lady. Every Chinese New Year, we'd visit her in her home. She was just so nice..

Her husband had died long before I knew her. Her children were all grown up, and married off. She even had grand children. So I guess he life was kinda complete. She died of old age I think. I'm sure she was happy.

I wonder how I'd die. Young or old. Disease or illness. Murdered or health problems. Hopefully I won't suffer. Hopefully I'd die peacefully...and happy.

I wrote down a whole lot of shit, and Blogger screwed up, and now it's gone.

Summarized version:

Eric - my groupmate is a motherfucker. He sabotaged me by accusing me of using other people's work and passing it off as my own, and in front of our teacher. That was the last fuckin stunt he was gona pull on me. I snapped back at him saying, "I did it with the help from Darren and another friend. You had help too. Wasn't Weeliat just here helping YOU out just now???" The room went quiet.

This whole thing started when he accused my other groupmate and I of not doing work, or at least not finding out how to do certain things etc etc. I'm like, "So you're saying we didn't do any work at all? That we never did any research? That the you've been doing the work this whole time??" He didn't respond to that.

Motherfucker!! How dare he accuse me of plagarism in front of a teacher??? He even quizzed me that jackass.

This isn't the first time he's tried screwing me over. Read 14th Sept 2004's entry.

And dearest Maddie wrote this esp for me...aww...

ERIC FUCKER ERIC FUCKER
PANTS ON FIRE
HE'S A LIAR AND A SABOTAGER
MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER
HE'LL GET A JOB AS A CONDOM-MAKER
THAT IS ERIC,
MOTHER FUCKER

*sniff* Maddie, I'm so touched.

Malignant.

There's a word that not many people use in a lifetime. Today, it was mentioned twice.

One, out of encouragement from Shannon. Trying to comfort the fact that Eric the fucker will be gone as soon as school ends. The other, an actual illness that doctors suspect my Grandfather of having.

This day can't get any worse.

Jon's farewell gathering was tonight. And tho I've met him like, 3 or 4 times? I got an invite to join them at 'Coco Latte'.

HA.. This is going to be one funny story mann I tell you..

Plan #1 was supposed to be a normal clubbing night at Zouk. Then the plans changed, and we were supposed to go to some ulu pub near Gleneagles. That's plan #2. Then the plans changed again and we were told to go to Mohd Sultan to a club called 'Coco Bungo'. Yes folks, COCO BUNGO!!! Hahahahahahhaha...

Ahem, so yea. Sara and I headed to a wine place at first. My collegue and her friend were opening a few bottles of wine and I'd thought we'd drink a little there and get pissed drunk after. We were a little bit tipsy when we left. Just a lil' bit.

So before we left, I get a call from Maddie. "Guess what? *giggling* It's not Coco Bungo..it's COCO LATTE!!!" We both burst into laughter over the phone. It's motherfuckin funny I tell you. First, the name 'Coco Bungo'. Then the mistake of the name 'Coco Bungo'. Mann, sigh, *tears*.

So off to 'Coco Latte' (Pfft...*mutter* bungo...). Everyone met at the bar next to it 'coz 'Coco Latte' was paying entry for guys but girls got in free. Sara, Madd and I went ahead and checked the place out. Total waste of time. It's exactly like 'Milkbar' ('Coco Latte' took over the place), only with more retro furniture. Sigh, whatever..

So we passed on 'Coco Latte' (plan #3) and then headed to ChinaBlack (plan #4). The line there was motherfucking long and we weren't about to stay in line the whole night whilst Jon's last night out just ticks away. Chai's place was suggested (plan#5) but in the end, we went to IndoChine (plan #6).

We had a blast. Danced, poked fun, laughed, and basically had a great time. I don't know how to describe the night better than that.

By 4am, we were all worn out. I was on the sofa attempting to catch a few winks till the R&B came back on, but nah, everyone decided to skip the wait and head to Newton. I went along with them, my ride wasn't ready to leave ChinaBlack.

2 mins after sitting down at a table in Newton, I get a call from my ride. And I left. Awkwardly saying bye to everyone. I mean c'mon, we just got there and I had to leave already.

I only had $2.30 in my pocket the whole night. And no one was willing to take my money though I've offered it many many times. Sad, I know, but hey, I feel bad for not paying for anything. In the end, I paid Samadhi a dollar for sugarcane juice, ha.

I have no idea how I'm going to keep awake in Church tomorrow. It'd be a miracle if I even wake up in time. Damn, bye.