Oh, What's Up Again?

Okay, Saturday night was a major disaster. I wouldn't want to talk about it. But I just want to express utter sadness and disappointment with that close friend of mine. Freaking pissed with myself also.

Scold me.

Anyway, shan't brood over it. After some time I will clear up this mess myself.

Jimmy became a pilot today, and flew his aeroplane past me just an hour before I was prepared to meet him at his place for a night of three-bottles-of-wine-drinking + "Dynasty Warrior-ing" + lotsa of calamari, chicken wings and Ngo Hiang.

But well, I managed to hit Theng in his soft spot and ta-da! I have programmes again tonight!

Me: Hello, you want to go cycle tonight after your gathering?

Theng: Okay lor!

Me: Eh, but is Joyce okay with it anot? Go ask her leh.

Theng (to Joyce) : Eh Hong Da ask me go night cycling later can anot?

(Joyce to Theng): Okay lor.

Okay he got his permission from Joyce.

Me: Then where you want to cycle?

Theng: Wah I thought you want to recce East Coast for tomorrow's camping cum

fishing night.

Me: Wah le wu siao boh!

Theng: Haha then tomorrow no need to go liao.

So I shall wait patiently for his call because I'm damn freaking hungry. And while waiting, I was surfing blogs and saw a few interesting links. However, only one appeals to me.

Please see this. Sure to whet your appetite for your meals everyday, from morning to supper without fail.

Seriously I'm still wondering how to add those cute little web buttons from Friendster and MSN etc to my blog. Those people who managed to do that are FREAKS!

Oh please pardon me for my strong language today. I am feeling a little eccentric now.

You know those "Just For Laughs" programmes on TV Mobile? They never fail to make my day. So I was actually thinking, can Singaporeans take it in lighter spirits should those tricks happened to them? Singaporeans are highly petty and opinionated (including me at times, of cause) in nature, some snobbish, some childish, some "tai-tai" wannabes. Zooming in on females, I came to realise most (I state again, most and not ALL) are materialistic. Almost definitely, at one point or another in their lives. Show me a lady who ain't materialistic even once, I bow to her and run in Orchard with my Sharity Elephant mascot. Kidding.

Period.

I was so high on driving Jimmy's car last night that his shades actually slided off the dashboard. It was a 90 degrees turning at gear 3. Woo. I forgotten where are the brakes. Imagine I attempted to accelerate but stalled the car instead for 5 times. Then I realised that I had been stepping on the brake pedal all these while instead of the accelerator. Damn.

Okay I can't stand it anymore. I must be out of my house now. I am just so hungry that I could eat a Bongo.

Shall get arty-farty with an emotional (or the "what-not"s) poem after I come back from the trip.