Im gonna abstain from KTV

I realise my donations to ktv sessions are a few hundred times more than to NKF+Renci+PresidentsStarCharity+other underrated charity shows (like Xing Shou Xiang Lian) all together. I only donate like $10/year and its not even my own money. If i reduce the number of times i spent on ktv by a half, (let's estimate i spend $15 a week on ktv multiply by 54 weeks per year and then divide by 2. ) i will have $405 extra to spend on other stuffs every year. Now this is a very conservative estimation coz sometimes i sing twice a week, and sometimes i sing midnite sessions which are definitely more than $15.

Luckily, i got generous people like Ting Thong, Candy and Emmy to subsidize me these few weeks. HAHAHAHA thanks ah machi. If not i gotta really busk on the streets to satisfy my passion for singing.

Was supposed to meet Siti Noraidah Bte Mohammed Salleh at 11.30am today. But i woke up only at 12pm. This woman also one kind, dunno how to call and wake me up. She thought by sending 4 smses, the message tone will be long lasting enuff to get my ass out of the bed. Receiving no replies from me, she went home -_-.

Then i called Emmy up, coz the day before she asked me to meet her. And Emmy forced me to go kbox with her no matter what, she even tried to tempt me by saying she will subsidize half of my fees. Well she succeeded. Anyway its been like a month since i last saw her, and she was so excited coz she claimed she havent been k-ing for weeks then she proceeded telling me what would be in her songlist later. At that moment, i feel as if she's just been released from the girls' home.



Generally i repeated the songs i sang two days ago and that includes Bad Boy. Yup i know all of u're getting sick. Too bad, unless u find a better upbeat and catchy song for me to sing.







The mannequin Zao-geng. Luckily its not ah-ma panties.

Then Emmy had a craving for ang-mohs some cocoa mudpie again so we went to NYDC and she had a an eyefull of goodlooking ang-mohs mouthful of mudpie. She's like fantasizing how nice would it be if she can ONS each and everyone of them on different nights. Sigh.



Its a genetic thing that I can't close my mouth.

My friends and i had realised some of the commuters on the MRT like to cling onto my wheelie's handle for support. Some can even lean behind me so comfortably. Not say i stingy, but my wheelie is like part of my body, u touch him equals touching me, equals molestation. U lean behind me is like indirectly fucking me from behind, eeeyurr never mind.

If u really need support and all the handle bars are occupied, ok i close one eye and let u carress lean on but can u at least ask for permission? I mean get fucked also must know who is the f*ker right. Some of them griped so tight that i cant even adjust my spot before alighting, they want me to continue to jurong east. I suggest SMRT put up some advertisement on TV soon, educating the public on proper behaviour when using the train.

Ok i shall end here. Sorry for the abrupt, anyway i am supposed to be very disciplined this week, am meeting Michelle to mug later at noon. Hope she wont make me wait for her like a beggar on the street. Will blog again soon. You take care. =)