Over the weekend, I discovered that I own a Fujifilm Instax Mini7 camera. You know, the one that takes instant credit-card-sized photos. It's pink and I got it for my birthday about four years back or so. Why do I remember that? Because the last time I took a photo with that camera, I was in JC. HAHA. And there were still two pieces left inside. So I snapped, and got a couple of really faded shots.

Anyways I bought new film, so I can go snap-happy again!

Actually, no. It's kinda expensive. So I'm saving it for "special occasions". We took a couple at ECP, one at SB-Suntec, and one at the bus stop.

They don't even sell the camera anymore, how's that? I'm vintage! I'm cult! Woohoo!

SB-Suntec is so nice and quiet on Sunday. Very I like. All the partners were Malay and they were having fun socialising with each other. Haha. And I had the white chocolate macadamia cookie, <3<3<3!



I'm really proud of myself because so far this semester, all my work's been done on time. Yay Ain!

Did I mention? The other night I went clubbing with Chris and some fucker burnt my helmet straps and cushion in an attempt to steal it. Fucking matrips. I am no longer intrigued by them. They're all yours, Shafa.

Wednesday must be everyone's free day.

Anyway was riding home yesterday when I spotted a Chrysler cruising at 80-90 in the second lane. Now, I love Chryslers, I really do, but that doesn't give you the right to hog the lane! Then I overtook it from the left and realised that it was a limo! Like an 8-metre real-life limousine! I died. I wanted to whip out my phone and take a photo, but it was in my bag.

I read about the Chrysler limo in the Sunday papers. Michael Ma [or whoever] brought it in recently, and it's available for rent! It fits ten people comfortably, and yes, it does travel at 80-90, DUH it's a long vehicle! And yes it totally has a license to hog the road. It's 250 bucks per hour, and extra for booze. It's silver in colour and I think they're gonna bring in a couple more.

Fantastic, right? I wish I were rich, I know exactly what I would do with a car like that. I'd pay a thousand bucks, NO BOOZE, and.. ah well, some things are better left unsaid.



And yesterday I was going home from the petrol station when I spotted Lonerguy, so I tooted my horn and waved. So nice. Except no one was around to witness how cool I was. Haha. And this morning I saw that ugly Aprilia again. Ew.

I went to the library on Sunday and borrowed a cookbook for teens. I'm so excited to make rosti! Of course, this is assuming I actually go through with my plans. As anyone knows, I have a high activation energy.

I wanted to buy Vday candies from online but they're all gone now! Bodoh. Bodohnyer orang-orang with IB.

Went to Sentosa on Saturday and there was this funny minah [prolly underage] who lounged around in a white tube top and white shorts, and when it started raining steadily she exclaimed "Alah nanti air dier panas!" and scampered down from the shelter to the water.

"Hey, hujan-hujan asal main air?" her friends asked.

"Eh, aku satu family slalu main air hujan-hujan.. Asal takleh?"

"Kau satu family tak betul." But they joined her anyway.

Later that night we makan-ed besar at Simpang. This time we had Hotplate Egg Tofu with Mushrooms, Kangkong Belacan and Chicken Sambal. It was incredibly yummy, and also my first time eating hotplate tofu. I rock!!! I lovelovelove to makan besar, it's too fun!

Two things happened today:
1. I finally got my brand-new white ahbeng helmet today, a surprise when I went up at 1145 to collect my bike. Thanks Nat and Mat!
2. I got another "love note" stuck on the bike when I left it parked at the pavement of Far East.

Well, I brought the bike down and parked at pavement as usual because it IS nearer to store than the open-air carpark. So anyway. A bunch of mats were gathered at the fountain as usual, and they were staring at me, but I ignored them as usual. I thought I heard them calling to me as I crossed the road but again, I ignored them.

I lepaked for awhile at store, because I was too bored to go home. Anyway at like one-plus, I left. The mats were no longer there [btw these aren't the gilera mats, they're scrambler mats, judging from the bikes parked there], so I relaxed and did the usual routine of starting the bike, and stuff. Then I realised there was a note, stuck in between the rider's seat and the fuel tank. HAHA! It was written on the back of a parking coupon coverpage.

"I happen to noe u b4. I use to ride ***** if u remember. Call me up." And he left his name and number.

Haha. It was so funny. I was laughing to myself, luckily no one noticed.

The thing is, I do remember this guy. Not that we were close or anything, or that I was pining away when we lost touch. It's just macam funny and gratifying that he would actually leave a note for me on the bike. Because Lord knows I wouldn't leave a note on ANYONE'S bike, no matter how intimately I knew them and no matter how much my heart ached when they left.

Okay I'm going into dangerous territory. Yeah so my point is, that makes Love Note #2! Haha!

Wow anyways, I watched American Gangster the other night with Christina, who slept through it. Haha. But it was fantastic, it was. Bumped into Dean, and his hair is so funny now.

I was out with Khai yesterday and once again, he was checking out the people who were staring at me. Haha. Why do they stare at me? Entah. But yea they do. There was a bunch of 17-year-old boys at the 24-hour coffeeshop, and yeah, they were macam staring at me. Flattering, but a little too young for me, no? And anyway, yeah I don't know them.

Okay fine gots to go, bye!

I witnessed my first actual drink-driving accident last night.

Cruising down PIE(Tuas) in the first lane, I noticed the car in front of me signalling right. Now, what lane did I say I was in? That's right, I was in the first lane. So if the car in front of me wants to go right, where does he want to go? To the other side of the expressway, where cars are zooming in the opposite direction? So I laughed to myself and decided the driver was stupid.

But Khai [who was pillioning] nudged me and said urgently, "Driver dier mabuk, tukar lane!" I panicked and switched to the second lane as soon as I could. Then I calmed down enough to see that there was a slow-moving vehicle [SMV] a coupla hundred metres infront in lane one, anyway. And by this time I was sceptical that the car was driven by a drunk anyway. So I continued cruising, and this was somewhere around the Eunos exit.

Then I realised that the car, which was still ahead of me, was not changing lanes despite the fact that the SMV was dead ahead. When it was about five metres away, he signalled left and tried to change lanes, but of course, takder space. I watched in horror as he aligned left, but, unable to enter the lane, couldn't brake in time, and banged the back of the SMV, bounced off, and spun ninety degrees to the right, before stopping.

I'm still shaking now, thinking of that horrible scene.

I slowed down, of course, afraid he'd bounce hard enough to enter the second lane and langgar the car infront of me, which would then langgar ME! The car infront of me pulak, I guess nak jadi Good Samaritan or something, he slowed down! And moved to the road shoulder. I don't think he was affected, so I guess he was going to help out. Distracted by this baik-hati car, I almost langgared some black object rolling across the road, IN MY PATH, presumably from the crash. Fortunately I missed it.

As I passed the two affected vehicles, shaking hard enough to dislodge my braces, and sobbing tearlessly, I saw that the back of the SMV was crushed. I was still shaking for like half an hour after that. And too scared to even selit in between cars.

If Khai hadn't told me that driver was drunk, I would have stayed behind him. Can you imagine? Because I can. And I'm scared witless.

[Okay, actually, logic now kicks in. I would still have spotted the SMV, and I would have switched lanes anyway, to avoid the SMV. But still. I might have been NEXT TO the car then, and he might have langgared me when he bounced off. Astaghfirullah.]

Friends, enemies, strangers alike: Don't drink and operate heavy machinery. Even better, don't drink at all. Avoid liver failure, damaging precious vehicles, claiming innocent or guilty lives, and embarrassment, above all. Plus, it's dosa! Thank you.

Well I finally worked yesterday after like three weeks of leg-shaking. It was so tiring and I don't even know why! It's not like it was busy or anything. Anyways. I adore the pineapple tarts, they're soooooo yummy! I had two while Wawan polished off four. I don't care if Andy says they're dry. They're like the normal traditional tarts but with crumbly bits, it's excellent! Of course, grossly overpriced but hey, you get what you pay for, I think.

I'm so glad BK is back in operation but I just had to have the Prosperity Meal instead, haha. I love my twister fries.

I also love the Black Tea Latte, but I had so much that I'm now nursing a sore throat. AND I must have got up to pee about three times last night. So my focus for this week will be the toffeenut again, since there's only two bottles of syrup left.

Caramel Brother #1 came in, I reallyreally missed them! Haha. He's so macam cool and above it all. Wonder what happened to Gap/Gab/whatever.

Okay I'm off, hot date with Fana and Baba!

I got myself a white fedora today!

Haha.

It's gorgeous and I love it, I don't care what people say.

And I miss hanging out at night, but no one wants to hang out with me.

Oh and I learnt to eat tempeh and tahu! I rock!

Yesterday I played pool again! Me and Hanom versus Yoyo. We played about five games and we won the last three. Why? Because we cheated, duh! Haha but it was fun, and although I still suck, practice makes perfect, right?


These random photos are from New Year's Eve, by the way.

Oh anyway, bidding is a bitch as usual. I can't get IA2 because it clashes with Chinese 3, and I can't even bid for six modules because ENTAH, and I have to wait for round 2B to be over. WHATEVS.

Anyway yesterday was fun, thanks again Hanom for the charm bracelet, I love it! And I can't wait for my breakfast date tomorrow.

I have been hella busy these past few days. Why? Because I rented a car to go out and paint the town red!

Haha.

And no, I didn't wreck anyone's vehicles, thank you. I didn't get saman-ed and I didn't beat any red lights, although I did take for-freaking-ever to park the car. HAHA.

On Sunday I drove to Sentosa with Khai and Shafa. It was surprisingly painless and I didn't get lost or anything. Also, there were no peacock attacks which they'd warned us about. Unfortch, most of the beach was macam blocked off for preparations for the NYE party the next night. So we pitched our mats very near the water, where Shafa was heard to be complaining of the high probability she would slip off the mat and into the water.

There were no mats like she hoped there'd be, but there was a 30-something father of four who kept checking us out. He also kept showing off his body, tattoos and swimming ability, as well as his adorable son. And they were next to us, so he kept like, encroaching into our rendaming space with his son, konon macam dier tak sadar gitu ah. Sheesh! And his wife was there, and all.

Anyway then it started to rain, so we had to leave. Dinner at Vivo, and then I took them to Mount Faber on a whim. It's as lovely as I remembered.

Yesterday was more of the same, except we ate at Arnold's this time. Haha. Shitty Geylang traffic, and equally shitty CP parking system. Ohyeah slightly after the clock struck, we drove to Labrador park but there was a jam all the way up and down, so then the Lancer in front of us made a three-point turn and left, so we used the space to make a three-point turn, and we saw everyone else making similar turns in a domino effect. Tres cool!

Oooh and Khai taught me to play pool! I suck, of course, but A'an and Khai were unbelievably patient. Also, we visited A'an's new squeeze at SGH--high fever. She's shorter than A'an, it's incredible!

And today I'm feeling hungover from the two glorious days of hanging out with Khai. School starts soon, so I'm not gonna have the luxury of time for months.