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Sunday, December 31, 2006
6:47 PM
happy.new.year!
2.48 am
haha happy new year! yes ernest i think you're the only one reading loh.. you really got nothing better to do ah?
anyway today we went out for fark cause we all got nothing better to do. we went to watch night at the museum which i'm going to watch like 2 days later with cousins, but nvm.. anyway it was a sort of a comedy kind of film. few laughs (approx 1 every 5 minutes) ya and i think my favourite character has to be the easter head thingy. lubs dib dib. ('')(^^)("') the only sour/salty/sweet note was tt throughout the movie liu zhen kept shooting popcorn abt, like hitting the ppl within 2m radius of him. ernest had popcorn all over his gelled-sticky hair. aha!
after tt we went to lag while waiting for darrell to wake up his mind on whether koon weng let us join him for dinner or not. but today koon weng not good mood, they have family day at carlton hotel so we cannot crash and even worse cannot buy us dinner liao. darrell tried to escape from his family dinner and got disowned for 5 seconds before we persuaded him to go back.
in the end we went to kenny rogers to eat. me liu zhen and ernest shared the family meal meant for 4. and ended up feeling sibei full. final verdict: for the price of $16+ the chicken isn't worth it, but the side dishes are L33t. please buy the side dishes only in the future. for quality chicken, just go to KFC.
after tt darrell who was still stuck at carlton hotel, told his mum he was going to toilet, then he damn zhai zipped out to join us for walk arnd at esplanade there whilst waiting for countdown. there the people FEW ah... solid masses of people vibrating about fixed positions. only a bomb would have given them enough energy to move freely in random motion. oh yar there the bangrahs are abundant in supply. led us to speculate whether they'd spray stuff on our faces and den grope our lanjiao (there was such incidents last year rmb?) but in the end it was a great anti-climax cause they all humzi.
since there were so many people and there was still abt 3 hours to 2007, we decided to go for a breather. we went to the tall tall UOB building play old maid (with forfeits) aha. since got a lot of ppl, the forfeits weren't tt bad. we're all nice ppl larr. liu zhen did 5 push ups in the middle of nowhere, junjie wished random ppl happy new year 2 hours early, darrell willingly kissed ernest, ernest crawled behind a random malay woman for 5 seconds. by the time we finished with our stuff and darrell was reunited with his family - from the toilet of course - our places had been taken up (doh) and we had this shitty place behind the fullerton one building, essentially blocking off the bottom half the view. and some lao kok kok auntie fainted and then later woke up the next year (i presumed she woke up la, we din follow the ambulance)
but really, singapore countdown is really, anti-climax la. no countdown at all. we were, like the name suggests, expecting a countdown. i mean, i didn't expect people to kiss each other and spray stuff on my face, but at the very least people should countdown mah... there was just this sudden whole lot of fireworks and okok, its over. oh wells.
den after tt we faster chiong to mrt cause they humzi and scared later no mrt, though mrt services stop 1.5 hrs later. anyway there wasn't much to see la, just random ppl wishing random ppl happy new year and a very interesting english party going on at the fullerton, i mean, english as in dress up and stuff. and i think one guy tried to commit suicide. he was sittin gon te parapat abt 3 storeys above me. dunno. he's probably dead by now. what a nice way to usher in the new year. some shoot guns, some kiss people, some kiss guns, some shoot people, why not jump off a building now? might start a trend. argh. damn lame now, damn tired now. gah.
aiyar on mrt they continued laming around, wishing people on the mrt happy new year and calling random numbers to give them some good luck (good luck = hello? go and die please.) called ah lim and nancy tay. nancy tay was, as usual and the least surprisingly, eating at macs. woah.
after tt i went to my church the wake of my deceased priest to pay some of my respects. i mean, since my mum's there, might as well go there mah, on the way, and i might get a ride home. argh. what am i saying. i will get a ride home. and then there i met my auntie and we started talking abt tt time i went ernest church then we discussed the difference between christianity and catholism (wad the shit?) and in the end i can conclude that the difference is just in interpretation of the bible, and this is done through man's ego. man doesn't want to follow others so he tries to interprete it differently so he is the special one. go figure. i didn't really understand, was half asleep.
and now, am back here. home. and i'm still not sleeping. i think i'm going crazy. the new year has started off on a wrong note. i can hear beats. FIX IT! i am becoming insane. the solution? watch borat.
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