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are the drivers on the road getting wackier or is it just me? down my road, there is this well, bend that we’ve dubbed the killer bend. no, it hasn’t claimed any lives yet thankfully but people just dive out as tho. they’re invincible. i’ve had my fair share of problems with dingbat drivers who think, “i don’t see, can pretend dunno”. so yeah, as i was approaching this junction, lo and behold, out came this motorcycle hellbent on taking the corner at 40 kmph. one word, fcking idiot. he’d better be thanking his lucky stars because i certainly didn’t catch a glimpse of him and even if i did, he never would be able to stop in time. he looked like something out of a moto gp championship, never mind the fact that he was riding a CINAPEK boon siew motorcycle. further down the road, after i had joined the main road, this car, who thought he was driving at 160kph, continued to flash his lights like crazy despite the fact that he was doing 40kph and 200m away. as i exited, a motorcycle was behind me and even he noticed the peculiar behaviour of the driver. he actually looked and he and gestured, in other words asking whether i knew the driver. i did not. i found the whole incident funny actually, i couldn’t stop laughing. i pulled up next to the “F1 driver” and smiled at him, he gave me the “i’m going to kill you stare”. not that he managed to intimidate me in any way, i was driving my mums car and she has the steel stering lock. we all know how deadly it can be used so i was feeling quite safe, besides, he had his girlfriend of whoever in the car with him. come baby boy, i’ll pluck your nuts off ;)

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happy birthday to kel and frankie boy, you’re 19 and 20 each respectively as of today. as planned, i called kel and told her that i wouldnt be coming because of some unforeseen circumstances and as predicted, she blew her top. step 1 of surprise complete. so i left at 7+ and reached their condo at about 7:45. we planted the cake well deep into the refridgerator and waited for her to return. now, the stupidest thing happened, i parked my car in the designated parking bay for my friends unit and when they told me stories of how cars would get clamped if they didn’t posses valid stickers. i panicked and rushed down to repark my car in the visitors parking bays. as i was in the elevator on the way up, the lift stopped on the 2nd floor and who else appeared in front of me but the great grandmother herself. she flew the coop whilst jin shan went “wtf are you doing in the elevator?, i thought you wouldnt arrive till late?” terrible terrible.

after my cover was blown, we walked back to their unit and simon promptly left to get the pit started. lagoonview has weird rules, the pit must be done with by 10pm. like, hello, how do you finish bbq’ing by 10? he was THE master i tell you, i gotta hand it to him. by 9:15, we were having dinner and then as expected as well, they started dunking people into the pool. i stayed well away from them because i didn’t have spare clothes and i had to drive back later in the night and i didn’t want to freeze my nuts off. the ones left dry after the whole process was complete were me,kel, and asha. jin shan asked for her phone back and when i gave it to her, i got fcking fooled. bah. fortunately, i was wearing beach shorts so it dried pretty fast, i kept blowdrying it throughout the night. dinner was pretty good, we were about to go back to the pit to re-bbq some new wings when the guard came down screaming and switched all the lights off. spoil sport. packed everything up and retreated back to the unit where they brought out a 750ml bottle of absolut and a bottle of jack daniels. i was practically licking my lips then because of the absolut but i kept my vow of not drinking; i didn’t plan on making the headlines on todays papers.

crazy felicia then carted 2 24 eggs frame and pelted the birthday people with them, in the bathroom mind you. then out came the flour and oil. the stench was horrendous and poor ol jin shan had to put her foot down and say NO MORE. if my memory serves me right, they mopped and cleaned the washroom abt 15 times before being satisfied that nothing was left. gambled a little bit, won a negligible amount and promptly left @ 1:45am. i was downstairs by my car talking to kel when asha called and told me to stop and come back. i naturally asked her what was the problem and then she told me that i forgot to take my wallet. thank goodness, i was still there and hadn’t got into my car. went back up, collected my wallet and drove off. great party, too bad i didn’t get more than a cup of the vodka. my eveeeel side was saying, nick it damnit!

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i’m gravely in danger of becoming a bigger coffee addict than i already am. in actual fact, it’s caffeine that keeps me running throughout the day. my daily intake consists of a big mug, i.e bigger than the average soup bowls, in the morning continued with refills of chinese tea in the afternoon when i reach home. turns out my body didn’t react too kindly to over exertion so i had a major problem in picking my body off my bed this morning. stumbling into my bathroom, i almost fell because my sense of balance hadn’t quite picked up. my earlier mug primarily serves the role of keeping me awake when i’m at the wheel. in case you’re wondering why i used the word earlier, well, once i hit college, i roll in 90 cents for yet another cup from the instant coffee machine. boy oh boy, did it do wonders for me today. it was like i was on steroids. heck, i never felt so awake before although i had joint aches. my friends were giving me this weird look like “wtf did you take for breakfast?”. i brood and stare and sulk on normal mornings. yes, i do just that because like everyone else, i need an extra hour worth of winks. hey, caffeine isn’t bad for you, apart from the increased feeling that you need to pee. i can live with that. coffee = bliss :)

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was flipping through my maths book when i found that scribbled down by i dunno who. prolly kel. didn’t end up going to KLIA to send ck off as planned, long story. dead tired. need to stay up to catch man u vs everton @ 1:30am. musn’t sleep till then. betrayed CB by consuming a cup of mocha fm starbucks today. felt horrible, DOWN WITH STARBUCKS, LONG LIVE COFFEE BEAN.

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due credits to beef for the amazing dinner that she put on the table for us last night. it was supposed to be ck’s going away dinner and the chef in her didn’t dissapoint one bit. even though i’m not a big fan of potatoes, we all chowed down and hoi toi as the chinese say it. as unbelieveable as it may seem, i didn’t touch a deck of cards right up to then so it was a mighty big relief when i walked away with 70 bucks. the world felt heckuva lot more jolly after that but i didn’t get to join the guys for supper since it was already 11:40pm when i left and i had an early extra period of chem this morning.

it’s going to be a long weekend; tons and i mean TONS of work has been dumped on our worktables. my eyes were literally bulging out of their sockets when i got to class and saw the amount of paper sitting on my table. i swear that it’s 3 inches worth of paper baking under the sun in my car right now. and that my dear friends, are only for chem. take into account maths and bio and i’m quite really in trouble. i already feel guilty sitting here when i should be rounding up my useless maths h/w. gimme another CNY weekend break and it’ll all be done, only if. sigh.

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wednesday nights are truly great again with the re-introduction of CSI. all you gotta do is tune in to channel v right after that for mix of nations and then over to mtv for urban beats. should the need arise, fire up itunes and pick amongst the plethora of stations for great dance tunes. i’ve always been a fan of di.fm since forever and now that it’s integrated within itunes, i LOVE it. music is life, progressive, now THAT, is something else ;)

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buried myself in my work yesterday while everyone was enjoying the dreaded (to singles that is) valentines day. IMHO, it’s just another celebration that’s designed to allow florists to offload their wares at obscene prices. hey, i could have been mushing about how lovely it was, if only i was hitched. fortunately for me, half of my friends aren’t commited to a relationship so it was pretty much a singles breakfast while the others lovey-doved their precious day away with their significant other. my MMS decided to die on me so i rang up DiGi after thinking that they were performing some sort of upgrading work. no such luck, i was on the phone with the person for roughly 20 minutes before he finally came up with a solution for me. well, it worked fine, until i realised that after performing the switch, i can’t SMS, least until i switch back to the former option. as of this moment, i’m beginning to get very sick of DiGi. it’s bad enough that i don’t have coverage in the lower regions of college and in my room, sticking this little prick into my face is fckalizing. i can feel the behemoth that is maxis lurking up from behind to snatch another hopeless DiGi customer.