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an event-filled day

How much can a girl do in a day? Well, technically speaking, I am not a girl anymore since I am officially an adult and also married. But anyway, back to my good but tiring day.

Day started early at noon when Marco called me saying that he was done with school and wanted to come over to my place for a visit. Ok lor. I was feeling hungry anyway, so we went to packet (affectionately known locally as "ta bao") lunch back to my place to eat. From thereon, we chat and swigged a couple BIG bottles of beer until 7 or so. Wah. It's quite surprising how much 2 friends can talk about, considering one is male and the other is female. But I must say I love him a hell lot and my Hubs knows that. Marco is one of my closest buddies ever, and we share everything with each other.

He called up one of his friends, De Wei, and we went out over to Marina South for dinner. Can't say I enjoyed the food, because I never really did like working for my food. I just like to be served and to eat. *acts like a plump version of Paris Hilton* But I must say the company was great, albeit being a bit chao beng because of all the Hokkien bantering. Fun! Thanks guys for the great company.

We were done stuffing ourselves at 10.30pm, and I proceeded to Wine Arcade at Mackenzie Road to meet Lexandria, whom Hubs and I affectionately call aB (because her name is hard to pronounce lah).

The place was damn ulu, like the sort of place where u would get raped in, and I would have gladly stopped to take a photo to show you guys except that it was quite creepy, so I didn't. There is no civilisation in sight. No place for me to get a drink. No place for me to buy smokes. And, obviously, no ATM. Pui.

I had a free glass of red wine courtesy of (tikopeh) Jimmy, one of the shareholders there. I don't really want to state the tikopeh part, but heck, he really is a bit of a perv. So there. I swigged my glass of wine, gave it a good sniff, and asked him if it was a Cab Sauv (Cabernet Sauvignon, for the non-wine peeps), and PRESTO, I was right!

Wah. I feel like such a wine connoisseur! But the truth is, I appreciate wine but don't particularly enjoy it. In fact, truth be told, I don't enjoy alcohol of any sort. Except for a well mixed Vodka Cranberry. I just don't like the taste of alcohol.

He didn't specify what Cab Sauv it was, year, brand, or anything at all, but it's good red for those who like something smooth and full. Slightly fruity, and quite spicy as well. Unfortunately, I hate spicy. Leaves a feeling and taste in my mouth that I don't enjoy. But thanks for the free drink anyways!! :)

I then walked all the way to Mustafa to meet Hubs. For the ill-informed, Mackenzie Road is near Little India MRT station, so it's not all that far. I got my black hair dye, and should be torturing my scalp and hair roots soonish. I can't stand this fragmented colour on my head no more, and I have no idea what kinky colour to do next. So it's back to basics. Black. See me in my new black head soon!

To think about it, if redheads are called redheads, then if I dye my hair black, am I a blackhead??? *enjoys a bimbo moment all to myself*

Chilli crab surprise!

Hubs was supposed to come home tonight with dinner, and my specified choice was duck rice. But who knew that he was going to come back with duck rice AND CHILLI CRAB?!? Yummy!!

I've been craving for chilli crab for months, but just never found the motivation to eat it outdoors due to the mess I would have gotten myself into from eating it. And since the car has been sold since November 2005, it was a bit of a trouble buying it back to have it at home.

Fortunately, Hubs is resourceful and found a coffee shop nearby that sells chilli crab at 3 for $15, and he brought it back as a surprise for me!! Yeah! I'm a happy girl today.

In my excitement, I reached for my phone and sms-ed Sylvia to tell her about my yummy dinner treat.

"I got chilli crab 4 dnr! Heh heh... Wat abt u?"

Then mindlessly, I selected her number and sent it.

5 seconds later, Hubs' mobile went off. I realise that I had sent the message to him instead because I was just so darn used to sending messages to him. Giggling, I re-sent the message to Sylvia. This time, correctly.

Once I had the message out, I received a message from Hubs.

"Same. So coincident."

We laughed ourselves silly together. I think once in a while, love is kind of a nice feeling to have... Pity it doesn't happen often enough, but once in a while is better than none. :)

Sakae Home Delivery

For dinner tonight, we ordered Sakae Sushi home delivery. We decided upon the Value Set A, so I proceeded to make a list of the items I want.

I was told by the very nice customer service officer from the hotline, that the food would arrive around 9.50pm, but by 9.21pm there was a young man standing at me door watching me bitch over the phone with my dad's girlfriend.

Unfortunately, I only had $42 with me, and the bill was $46.90 (including delivery surcharge of $5). Hubs was supposed to get home before the food got here, but apparently he didn't. Hmmph. So frickin embarrassing. I had to drag the 21-year-old delivery guy down to the ATM with me so that I could pay him.

10 minutes after I got home from withdrawing cash, Hubs got home. Then it was food time!! You wanna see what we had? Heh heh.

Nice right?? Pardon about some of the half-eaten food, we were both quite hungry and I only decided to take the pictures half-way through the meal. Oh, the set includes 2 drinks (not shown in picture). It is so affordable and we don't even have to get out of the house!! Now we can have Sakae Sushi even if it rains! No more long queues outside Sakae! Yeah!

destructive dreams

Have you ever had dreams so scary that you wake and still feel the fear pumping through your veins? Do you still think that you are in that same situation, running for your life and being cast into a world of chaos and blood?

I had that. Two nights in a row.

The world was ending.

Chemical warfare one night. And a big flood not unlike the kind Moses faced on the second night.

Families destroyed. Lovers parted. Separated by life and death. Mothers lose their children. Children lost their parents.

Utter chaos. Bloodshed. Cries of pain and the pain of loss.

Would someone please come lighten up my day? I just can't shake off the eerie feeling. Especially not after two consecutive nights of such horrid dreams.

I woke up this morning, and the first thing I told Hubs was: "The world is ending."

push and shove

Give me motivation, please.

I do not know why it is that I'd rather make my fingers type out random shit on my blog than to work them on my currently 1697-word essay.

I know the reason is simple. I can blog whatever crap I want, but essay writing's gotta stick to the assignment guidelines. Argh. I'm still feeling so frustrated over the inconsiderate and irresponsible project-mate. I know frustration isn't going to get me anywhere, and if I just mull over it all day, I'm going to be as childish and immature as he is. But seriously, can you blame me for feeling this way?

Sometimes I'm really glad for the existence of my blog. A place for complaints that go nowhere. Especially on days when I just want to go on and on but Hubs is busy at work and I really don't want to bother him too much with all these trivial matters. Of course, having some friends pop by and drop nice little notes definitely brightens up my day loads.

Throughout the whole of last week, I've been feeling down and crappy. (Therefore explaining the lack of posts, but the increase in diary entries.) I write a lot when I'm down. Mostly complains and contemplations on my part, but it definitely helps to get it off my chest. I'm really glad for nice people who try hard not to step on my tail and being very understanding. Shout-outs to Sylvia, GGYY and huei for the Internet-based encouragement and love. Thank gawd for MSN sometimes. We can be so far, and yet so near without disrupting our own lives.

that cheebye kia and diet updates

I'm referring to my projectmate for your information. That bastard bailed out. The project deadline is tomorrow, so I hardly think he's going to contribute anything, even though he sms-ed me on Friday and said that he would do it nonetheless and I'll take whatever I want. BULLSHIT!

I religiously check my email everyday and I still receive jackshit from him. Har. I knew it. He's probably just saying that he would do it just for courtesy's sake. So now 100% of the project falls on me. Thank gawd I'm already 70% through it.

So tell me now, nice people, should I omit his name from the project? He's not contributed a single alphabet to it, but I could still be nice and leave his name there.

Comments, please.

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On other news, I am becoming skinny. Not your conventional supermodel skinny, but I have lost weight like I never have since I was 18. My ribcage is starting to show, my shoulders feel all bony and my ass seems to less than a handful these days. Truth be told, I haven't been having the best diet habits eversince December, and I'm suffering the after-effects of it. My gastric pains are back. :(

Whoever said having regular meals is good is a fucktard. Nowadays if I don't have breakfast due to my sleeping in late, I'll wake up with nasty gastric pains. Like that day when I woke at 2pm with a gnawing pain in my tummy and I had to raid the kitchen for instant food.

I feel so controlled by my stomach.

I have to eat even when I don't feel like it. Even the most delicious cuisines don't tempt me these days. I just have no appetite. And I have to force myself to down the food because I can already predict the shit I'll be in if I don't eat.

Tell me, why is life like that??! Can't a girl just not eat when she doesn't feel like it?