a little fun before camp..

i had a 1 night stand.

went crazy with FRIENDS on sat night.Ange wanted check out the band at 1night stand in clarke quay, and being her jam/dance/drink kakis, we HAVE to go haa. i met them with a heavy heart coz 1 of my pltmate quarrelled(or is fight more accurate?) with her mother. the rest went down to meet her and i'm positive that they'll do a great job reassuring her and taking her mind off it. however, i still wanna add my 2 cents worth.

(disclaimer: i'm on your side, despite what i'm about to "say")i know u have a trying relationship with your mother, but i can tell that she cares alot for u. we all know that, coz it is obvious. otherwise, why should she bother?

recently i realized(or mayb i just chose to hide it in my sub conscious before) that mothers are under trememdous stress. they have almost nobody to turn to. they can't tell their friends or even family for various reasons, lik to maintain the dignity of your fam, or their friends too have their own families to tend to, thus no time for them, or even that they have lost the friends they had. many reasons. my point is, they have nobody to turn to with their troubles, their complains of how their kids are breakng their hearts, how heavy the household workload is etc. truly, they only want the best for u, though they may not know the best way to communicate that to you. we'll never understand them fully until we become mothers ourselves. trust me, i found out the hard way(no, i'm not a mother now..). no matter what what caused the quarrels, the harsh words, the anger, there should never be a gruge. a child hurt a mother the deepest. (however that said, in your case, mayb it is more of a mother can HURT a child the deepest. physically...psychologically..)

Little India Function Hall
i wanna thank ms initial D(indra) for throwing such an elaborate party and for the invitation to it. though we stuck out like sore thumbs(3 crappy thumbs and 1 sick thumb) in the Little India Function Hall, we had great fun gorging ourselves with food, and almost killing our taste buds with the super spicy but definitely my fave foods..of coz there were so many pretty saris! omg..and indra u look so pretty THAT DAY. but i can tell you're a lil disappointed that our strength was less than the paltry 5 thumbs. however, we have condemned the TUAsters who are now ranked the LOWEST in the hierachy of STERS. yes, even lower than losers. so sorry we had to leave early, but we had a good reason which you are aware of. but still, you're the babe of the millenium.

1nite Stand
the bar was more patronised by the mature crowd, namely those in their 30s and foreigners, and some SPGs(i think). however, there were a few cute ang mohs, and some big fat ang mohs who ate glass while growing up(they think we can see through them). i think the snowball was delicious..so delicious that i finish it up in no time. and they ordered long island ice tea(can smell something fishy already) and of coz i drank the most, as usual. why? coz i like to drink.plain water, newater, coke, soya bean drink, soup..as long as its liquid, down it goes through my throat. so i end up being..BLUR...a lil' giddy..and so mellowed by the drinks that mr t managed to coax me to the dance floor..and i tink i went crazy..oh man...i really let myself go, and hopefully, i did not make myself look too much like a fool, and that i did not scrunch up my face or have any weird expressions( coz got this lady..her face was hilarious. and i apologize for laughing at her again and again...and ange..so shud u hor..t also!)

bak kut teh at somewhere along MS
was kinda hungry after the dancing and laughing, so we head down to eat bak kut teh..man..it was delicious, if not for my lousy braces. i couldn't tear off the meat, and had to cut using chopsticks and spoon, which results in me leaving carcasses on the table..damn..at least the soup was good..cant wait for my braces to be off...in about 1 year PLUS