Its early Weds morn, and i managed to get a seat on the 2345 flight back down. Well on one hand, i'll arrive in the morning, and can go straight to the uni, get my keys for our crib for the next 9 months and move in straight away. On the other hand, thats gonna be some bitching travelling after a 13 hour flight - not made any easier lugging my bloody desktop around. The next week or so is going to be utter chaos, so dont think there'll be any updates for a while, unless a gorgeous sunrise, a muse or just a combination of insomnia + dead ipod + bad inflight movies inspires me enough to whip out my laptop and write a profound, reflective piece about the last summer. Right now? naaah - still takin my sweeet sweet time to friggin pack.
Also suddenly strangely obsessed with the iPod Nano. Strange, cos when the Mini came out i hardly felt a quibble. Fiddling with a working model at a local apple retailer didn't help tone down my zeal to obtain one either. Do you believe its more expensive here than in UK?
Anyhoo, managed to catch Lionel and charl last Thurs nite for supper at Murni. Area-wide blackout halfway tho - didn't have much confidence in mamak food made in the dark, so we just had drinks before parkin in front of charlotte's house for like...15 mins figuring out what to do. In the end never do anything also.Cheeeebye!
On Friday managed to get out Tai Uei, Aaron, Sze, poco and the kuah out on another alcoholic oddyssey - this time it was at Soda Club at Hartamas. Picked that spot only cos there was no cover charge, and we(okay they) werent really down for clubbing.
Verdict? Price biasa only larr....but all the waitresses are rather hot super ah lians. Goes downhill from there though - the entertainment alternated from a smarmy band that did lotsa pop and even jiwang chinese songs, and a DJ who can't mix to save his life. We all got seats on the balcony/upper flor/whatever, and the view was damn condemn lor....there WERE hot girls, but they just sat quietly with their creepy 'uncle'ish escorts while all the fuckin bengs were on the floor , doing what's best described as the dance scenes in Honey....meets William Hung....meets an epilectic fit. Brr....
Sze and choong got juust a little smashed afterwards, which was even better entertainment. Man if you werent there you wouldn't believe some of the things those two fuggers said....havent reviewed the videos myself hohoho. Aaron 'formerly known as fatty' Choong even poured beer and teh tarik into my wantan mee. Balls , balls indeed.
Topped off Saturday with the official-really-no-kidding final dota sesh of this summer. A bit sad also right? 10 guys on saturday night chalking up a 20$ bill at a cybercafe. As usual i got raped. Probably almost gave bobby and sing 'hamchat' tat a stroke everytime i died. Sorryla horrr i only play this 3 months a year hahahaa.
Funny thing happened over tennis with dead ol' dad on Sunday. Not only did i fuckin thwack myself in the face when my grip slipped on the racket, but i managed to kill a bird with my serve. Hahaha those sparrow swarms are probably kinda used to the grass courts being quite quiet. Until i managed to practice some serves on my farler. Whacked one spot on, but it just crashed, hobbled off and flew off again. Kinda glanced another one, but this poor bastard got bounced off straight into the tennis pavillion wall. PHOKkkk!
Pretty much got nothing else now but a rant on Dell, but dont think you wanna hear that wouldja? Long story short, i told them i was flying Monday and emailed 'em like mad. That got me the laptop Tuesday evening. eeeeeficient no? Like to meet the industry 'expert' who supported Dell's 99% customer satisfaction claim and spit on him until i die of dehydration. Ptuih!
Here's a blog some of you might just find hilarious - Talk Rock - a pretty popular singaporean blog done in the literary style of Beng. I'd bet my last nickel on him being able to actually speak better english than most of us...
Toodles dahlings!
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