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Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Lies

They always start as something small.
An electrified look between you and her, the accidental brush of your arms against hers, the seemingly innocent sms or email asking her how she is.
Then you started going out with her and you think,
I'm not doing anything wrong, we're just hanging out like platonic friends do,
but somehow when your girlfriend asked you where you were the whole evening you said you were caught up at work.

During one night where you and her were sitting on the soft sandy beach and listening to the gentle lulls of the waves, her fingertips touched yours and when you turned your head to look at her, her eyes, weren't they the loveliest you've ever seen?
You explained that said somehow you two kissed and one thing led to another and you spent the night with her.
We all know exactly what happened; you were thinking with your brain down there and forgot all about your anxious girlfriend who had been calling you the whole night and wondering if something bad had happened.

She was worried sick when your lips were tasting her cherry-flavoured lipgloss,
she was calling your office when you were sucking at her neck,
she was pacing distractedly when you were undressing her,
she was tossing and turning in bed the night before her important presentation when you were wrestling in bed with another girl..

When you woke up in the morning you felt a pang of guilt for the betrayal.

But you kept going back to the other girl, the first few times you kept telling yourself it will end tonight, but eventually, the guilt and secrecy was ironically what kept you going back to the girl.

The secrecy and unorthodoxy was alluring, it was delicious and irresistable.

Many a times you caught yourself grinning at your own talent of hiding both girlfriends from each other and juggling them so well.
How many men could do that?
You feel the adrenaline rush (and you love it) when you manage to avoid the crisis of having them meet each other, dispel their suspicions about your absences during the day and the unanswered phone calls.

You think that you might even be able to handle one more girlfriend.

You might have the flair of cheating but you certainly didn't understand women.
Women are naturally curious and suspicious, they read your sms when you're in the bathroom,
they open your email when you left your computer on when you went to work.

So, was it worth it when all hell broke loose?
The tears, mucus and yelling;
Did you still think you handle women very well when you saw the demure lady transform into a table lamp-throwing-machine?

Was it worth it for all the hurt and happiness you sacrificed just for your animalistic instincts?

And if she were gracious enough to forgive you, everytime she were to look at you she'll be reminded of the betrayal, everytime she closed her eyes she'll see you and the other girl together, doing indespicable acts of betrayal.

And everytime you looked at her eyes, there is the unmistakable veil of hurt and sadness.

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♥Bid Farewell

Tuesday, December 09, 2008


If you like steamboat and free flow Xiao Long Bao I would like to recommend this place called La Mian Xiao Long Bao to you.
Its a chinese buffet style restaurant at Holland Village with Free Flow Xiao Long Bao that spills soup out of those delicately kneaded dumplings. Yum.

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In the picture there are already 10 baskets of XLB and we had 4 rounds of that I think,
so that will be 4 x 10 x 5 = 200 XLBs for 12 of us.
It would be significant to note though, that out of 12, 10 were guys.

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Everybody looking very happy and hungry at first, ordering as if the food is free,
as if their pits of their stomachs can never be filled.

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More food there because the table was full already..

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A steamboat full of prawns

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Then it became full of meat

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Then full of mushrooms

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I'm not sure what that is.

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Full of greens

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Full of fishballs. The orange ones are nice.

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When you add so much nonsense into the steamboat the taste just morphes from delicious to weird.
For the boys who would never in the world feel full, the buffet restaurant defends against hungry people like you by refusing to change the brown suspicious broil.

Some of them at the table said that we would get fined if there were so much wastage..

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Perhaps our wastage fine will be greater than the cost of the meal because these were still untouched.

We scooped out the food from the steamboat and passed it around hoping that each person will take some figuring it will become more inedible if we added on before finishing the previous batch of food.

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Ashwin didn't want to eat anything from that basket because he claims it smelt like -- lamb from the toilet or lamb soaked in toilet water or something to that extent.

Erm, thats not helping. haha..

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Ashwin is happy eating his XLB.

To us Mingjun says, "Dun think shit or what. Think like its a delicacy."

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Ya, then stop prodding at the food. Just eat it.

To avoid eating the food that has been made to look like it was marinated in toilet water, digested by lambs and defecated before being served to us, some of us employed tactics that may be useful to you in the future:

1. Act like you are very full and can't eat anymore already.

It is harder to achieve this if you are skinny so you might want to lean back against the chair and push your hips out so that your belly looks distended.

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Good demonstration.

2. Emo.

Nobody will ask you to eat if they think you are going flip the steamboat at any stimulus.

Like this:

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3. Act Busy

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Aiya, What I'm trying to say is that nobody wanted to eat it and then we started pointing fingers and saying who was the dude who ordered so much without thinking he should be the one finishing it to be responsible.

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I'm very sleepy already.

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I enjoyed myself so thanks JJ for organizing the outing. :)

♥Bid Farewell

Thursday, December 04, 2008


Exams are finally over!
I have been looking forward to that day since very long ago so that I can start watching TV, youtube and VCDs nonstop 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Its miserable to only be able to listen to the TV people talk while I try to brutally cram knowledge into my short term memory.
Just ask me anything about Pharmacology, I won't be able to tell you anything I studied.

So I'm enjoying life now, trying to watch as much tv as possible before work starts. VCDs are played at 1.5x speed, youtube videos can be fast forwarded to the exciting parts, and to maximise the watching TV time, I can watch videos on my laptop and the TV set at the same time.

But sitting on my butt can help me grow some on my hips and stomach, so I met up with Nat and Naomin yesterday to get some exercise.

Cycling is good! The long journey from Pasir Ris to East Coast allows you and your friends to bond while cycling, get some nice T-shirt line tan, and bitch together about how sore your ass has become because the bicycle seats are made so hard.

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My ass was so sore yesterday that no position that I sat in could relieve the ache, even lying down did not help me feel better,
Then I realized the best place to sit on was the toilet.

I don't see myself cycling to east coast park anytime soon..

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My super grumpy brother and I.

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On his seventh birthday.

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Me and my sister kissing him. He doesn't really like it.

I know you like the cake, but please stop coughing into it!

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