Pre-Bday Bash and Random Stuffs. LONG ENTRY LA.

Had an overnight KTV session with Ting on Sunday. 6 hrs of singing, i realise im so versatile in whatever genre. HAHAHAHAHA. Anyway, its so freaking eerie to go to the toilet in a shopping mall at 6am.

I went to shit after singing, i swore i took 1/4 of my usual poo-time which is like 4 hours. I was so damn afraid that some 'hand' might emerge from the bowl of shitwater and finger my anal until i bleed to death like Huang Na(the China Girl killed by Ah Hao). Or a woman suddenly appear inside the mirror n start to crawl out or some ghost might drop down from the ventilator above my head. So in order to prevent my brain from going wild, i started to sing out loud.

Then i sang halfway, i thought what if the ghost was hunting for some human body n heard my melodious singing, then he/she will track down the voice, and eventually killing me coz my shit is too smelly for a replacement. Thus i shut up after singing 2 choruses from 2 different songs.

I started to take my time when ting was done with her bowels and came to wait for me outside the handicap toilet. She herself was also afraid, kept encouraging to not clean my backside and just get out, in other words - to stain my jeans.

We hanged around, had breakfast n some small talks until 10am, i really buay tahan. Here are the pictures:



before singing with Joanne the octopus.
She has alot of hands.







i was abit high.




told u, i wasn't lying.




not BAD BOY, i was high singing these songs.




my mum's idol, Ling Xiao.




i swore it was her idea. she's addicted to taking
bo liao shots.




TOA PAYOH'S Next Top Model.




Posing like a Happy Buddha with her THUNDER THIGHS.





wee hours in town.




committing suicide.






morning sun in town.




Breakfast with Tingffany.




I just showed my dad my nostril hairs and they are as long as my eyelashes. He said no wonder i always sneeze, coz too long tickle my nose internally. He asked me go trim la, i told him how to trim. Never mind, i want to keep it long enough to do japanese perm and dye it blond. How cool right, Harajuku-style nostril hair.

K enough of disgusting digression. I went to town to shop for balloons and masks with Bee & Candy for my Bday today. I'd like to thank all my close friends which include the above two for taking my event so seriously to the extent that they have already started to shop for dresses for my theme, and dearest angie have already bought one without delay.

SICK BITCHES! They are like discussing on what to wear, and whether the masks they bought will match their outfit on that day anot blablabla. They are just so determine to steal my limelight on my birthday. My friends u know??? ROLL MY EYES 360 DEGRESS. I think on that day i'll just have to put on a skirt and my sister's spaghetti strap just to steal some of the attention back.




neh! my FRIENDS ah. Even more enthu than me.




culprit #1. Damn hiao.




another hiao-po.



On the other hand, i sincerely felt happy coz they are willing to play along with me and they are gonna help me with everything la on that day.

Later, Candy brought us to a turkish aircon-less place to chill at Arab Street.



u can purchase their menu at SGD$30. SIAO.







They do not impose Service Charge which is supposedly rare in the F&B industry in Singapore. The ambience is quite cool la, very vintage but not dirty at all. Prices of food are considered to be cheaper compared to air-conditioned restaurants.

Service was quite bad, NO I DON'T MEAN the waiters were rude, instead they were averagely polite but seem to forget our orders most of the time. We didn't order much food, so i couldnt really comment on that.







i spotted something...







a giant tube of Mentos Mint.

If you are into Kebabs, grills, sausages ala middle-east cuisine and Sheesha(turkish cigar pipes)- come to this place at Arab Street. I would like to come back again for somemore vintage turkish dining in future.

Ambience: 8/10
Food: Should be Passable
Price: 8/10
Service: Those Turkish waiters should play mahjong, their memory are failing.



peach flavoured Sheesha at $12.




sucking.



blow out, got smoke.




wah wah wah, suck so hard.



she also blew out smoke.



ready... my turn leh....




what shit also didnt have. -_-



so paiseh.




experts in blowing. No pun intended.



The 2 girls were like anticipating me to blow out smoke but i just couldn't even after several tries. They even resorted to teaching me how to breathe properly. I then realised i had been breathing the wrong way for the past 20years which was without using my lungs and without expanding my chest.

I was so damn jealous all the customers could blow out smoke. So i continued to practise breathing with my lungs afew times and finally...



PSI: 250! i made it but the smoke
practically covered my face. Sian.




inside the restaurant.



queueing for the toilet. They have a spacious
toilet, easy for wheelchair users.




with bee.



Fallen Angel #1.



Fallen Angel #2.



Fallen Angel #3.



smoke gets in your eyes.


Im sure some of you had received the details of my birthday celebration, had already made some changes. However, final details will be up next week for everybody to tally. The theme unchanged, still masquerade. Please be sporting hor, buy and wear a mask ain't difficult right? It's my 21st birthday leh.

Those under the age of 30 without masks will have to wear the masks i'll be providing - which will be the large McDonald's takeaway paperbags which i've collected with 2 holes cut for your eyesight. IM NOT KIDDING!

So please play along with this sick handicap. Will blog soon - I hope. Check back hor. Got to tuck under my blankets, am meeting Emmy 6 hours later for somemore shopping. Take care.