oh well, he paid for all of us in the end, some birthday celebration. all the same, thanks dude! :)
stupid mollie told me he wouldn't be able to make a couple days ago, and turned up today, and gave all of us a shock.
jeremy "i don't want to look taller than minyan" poh.
this reminds me of wednesday while we were walking down orchard rd, bitchin' as usual.
a woman ran out of nowhere, grabbed my arm, and thrusted a notebook into my face
"miss, miss. i'm looking for models. please gimme your name and number please???"
i pulled away and started muttering that i'm not interested (没诚意！）while mollie laughs happily by my side.
she starts begging again, so i started feeling quite sorry (but also quite annoyed because she's obviously just trying to find any ah gou ah mao to fill up her book, given her tone) and hopped over to the other side of mollie and asked him to give her his number instead.
heh. she started pestering him
well anyway we eventually got rid of her.
ANYWAY.
the bloody haze created a mass of phlegm in my throat and for some reason caused my voice to veer towards the high-pitch range, WHICH is damn irritating because, like i told mol and poh, i have a tremendous dislike towards helium-filled voices that sing constantly in the high range because there is NO RANGE, and hence it gives me a HEADACHE.
i can name people like rainie yang and guo mei mei off the top of my head.
yar lar. not their fault that they are born with shrill voices.
i like my rich and generous relatives on my dad's side because once in a while they decide to treat everybody to dinner and hence we all tan dio.
it was an italian affair at a snazzy little restaurant along killiney road, just opposite lee wei song's school of music.
very expensive, yet there's so much pasta one can stomach.
yes that's a bloody lot of food. nobody could finish it.
well gotta run. i've got a bad feeling that next week is not going to be a pleasant week at all. LOOK FORWARD TO THURSDAY!