But everything with fries is quite good. Sorry Addy my dear. The poor thing waited for me an hour as I drove around in circles.

This is mine! I can’t put anything substantial inside but I love love love it!

I pray to God (the one that I believe in, the same one that made that bird shit on me twice in the same day to remind me that the shitty can only get shittier) that I will not grow up to be like her.

Some bo liao photos to add colour to my words only blog.

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*I have been ‘collecting’ new clothes since my Tokyo trip. It was an new outfit a day for the Lunar New Year for Awful and I reveled in brand new clothes every day from the first day. On the first day of Chinese New Year (chu yi), I wore my first long maxi dress (to the ankle) from Egg3, red Vita star studded leather bracelet, red Alldressedup wooden ring, certain Oui ring and red Zara flats. Red is great. My first experience in a long skirt is that there is no ventilation and my legs were in their own sauna under all that cloth. Alas, I do not have nice legs so they have to hidden. Actually I just inflict damage to the public by constantly airing my scarred legs and thunder thighs.
* One Sunday awhile ago, I went to Seow’s house to ‘make’ pineapple tarts. We had brunch at Casa Seow with pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs anyway you ordered. I had scrambled. Thank you Chef Seow!
* Seow, Jas and Joy hard at work. I was only in charge of painting the tarts with egg white and putting the tray into the oven and pulling out baked goods.
* Pineapple jam that the rest made the week before with five real pineapples and one fake pineapple jam.
* Before sending the balls of fattiness into the oven.
* Baked to perfection! At this point it was pointed out that all containers (gong) had to have even numbers in which BB was in charge of filling and counting the tarts. Even with a larger gong (points at BB), you only had the same number of tarts as the rest which was I think twenty four or something (twenty six?). I was informed that I would not be bringing home any tarts because I had not brought any gongs to contain them in. When asked when did anyone tell me that I had to bring a gong to tote my hard work home, Seow gamely told me that she informed me of the memorandum the Friday night before. We were at Phuture that night for Xiuru’s farewell party. Who does that? Memos are not sent when alcohol is involved. Anyway I do not care for Pineapple tarts. What I cared for was Seow’s double chocolate cookies that she very generously let me bring home (gong and all) which I wolfed down in two days.
* My favourite little girl in the world.

Sometimes, the closer you are to the sun, the harder you fall when you do not reach your goal. Cue: silly boy with wax wings who flew to close to the sun. When faced with the girls so much younger and so much more go getting and competitive than me, I feel childish and extremely old at the same time. Sometimes I do not think I take it seriously and seem to have not prepared enough. But preparation will not put me in competition with those girls who have been creative all their lives, who have a Mac for artistic reasons instead of just surfing the net and various bo liao stuff. I want it as bad as the other girls maybe more because my time is running out faster than theirs. Apart from being willing to go on my knees, I have no idea how to go about standing out from the rest.

All the years of working in the bee hive seem to have vanished into the mist, I absolutely cannot recall how it was like to be a employed worker bee. I feel like the intern I was five years ago when Auntie Shufang secured her first job. I am shy, uncertain and thin skinned again. I stutter and revert back to uncertainty. Tonight, I finally got the courage to view that silly less than 10 second video clip that I had to do for them. I looked like the cartoon person that Jackie says I am. I move with jerks and constantly. But that is the way I am, as idiotic as I look.

I tried on the toga dress Siew Lu says is too long for her. It is jersey and heavy and falls nicely over my knees. Part of old age is gravitating towards longer dresses. As I twirled around in it and wondered whether to wear it for the Friday before Chinese New Year, my mother being wet blanket says it is too fancy and weird for Ahma’s house. Tomorrow is the reunion dinner instead of Saturday. My Ahma is less conservative than my mother, really how is that possible but it is. But maybe I will not wear the dress after all. Strapless bras make me uncomfortable and I have not taken the dress out for a test run for pit stains.

Cotton On is fabulous for cheapie buys. They are affordable with their normal prices but I live for their sales. Like could it get any cheaper? Case in point, cotton shorts for sleeping in. The sign said $10 which was very agreeable until I noticed the orange sticker that said $5. Totally of course going to get it. Then when I was at the cashier very pleased with my almost buy, the boy at the counter was ‘If you buy a second one, it is half price.’ I could not hide my disbelief. ‘You mean the second one will be $2.50?’ He did not blink his eyes. ‘Yes if it’s the same.’ Hell yeah. So that is how I walked away with two grey cotton shorts, both for $7.50. Amazing cheapie-ness.

After this transpired, I went to cut my hair for $10 at EC House. I know, it is like I am reverting to when I was in secondary school and JC and I cut my hair at this place in the housing estate behind Holland Village for Seven bucks. Now I go to this place near Cambridge Market when a Taiwanese boy band look-a-like gives me hair cuts for $14. Apart from the language barrier, though this is greatly aided with the help of magazine pictures and my mother translating (when it comes to descriptions, my Mandarin just fails me as it did during my AO levels, hence that F9), he is pretty great. However, even the cheapest hair places have to increase their prices before Chinese New Year and because I am cheap due to above mentioned unemployment, I refused to pay the hike in prices to have my lovely boy band hairstylist to trim my hair and headed to the ten dollar hair cuts establishment. It was really great though it was longer than the advertised ten minutes. Except for the exposed feeling I had as I had my hair cut whilst people were walking along side the shop very near me. It was disconcerting.

Speaking of which, I had the Popcorn chicken Snackers meal at KFC four times since last week for ‘lunch’. It is $2.90. I feel very happy after eating it every time.

Won’t you come along to be cheap with me?

Eusoff had some reunion thing tonight but I did not attend. The hall years were the best years of my life and every single little crook and cranny is imprinted in my brain. Four years, four different rooms and the best friends forever.

I never had Dunks before. My only other high cuts are Reeboks. I cannot wait to wear them and they were a steal! 40 smackeroos thanks to discounts and vouchers (technically vouchers are money spent but I was having another usual bad day so allow me to be deluded).

Whenever I see the piles of clothes lying there, I feel the bile coming up my throat. I have to keep on checking the pricetag to see whether I can afford to pay for it.