Sunday, January 22, 2006


It seemed like the perfect weekend for a swim, in the long-awaited warmth of the sun.

I brought Twig downstairs to take a shit for 10 minutes, already hearing the wails of ang mo kids from the pool.

I brought Twig back up and changed into my swimming costume. When i went back to the pool, there was a PARTY infested with kids!

I thought they might be leaving soon... i waited...

only for the rain to come. FARK.

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I hate the Chinese New Year.

It makes going out dreadful.

All the irritating cheena sogns blasting from shops.

{A month ago, Joc pulled me to an unspeakable shop which played CNY songs to irritate me. To prolong the torment, she was singing thereafter.}

I really dont understand what's so nice abt those tunes. they make cow sense. Think qi de long tong qiang dong qiang. Oh god, give me a break la!

The crowd.

I try confine myself to paragon and taka. there are not much nicer shopping areas anyway.

Well, at least i managed to get 2 pairs of shoes, 2 tops and 1 pair of paddle pusher. But i still want a dress like as if im visiting anyone on my side for the CNY.

I think this is one of the best times to play golf. haha...

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I really hope my house purchase goes through. Right now, i dont bother abt anything else.


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