couple of days ago i want for this NTUSB concert coz my gd fren weebeng kinda was the high flying chairperson... waa... respect... anyway one does not want to stone away and become an uncultured philistine, so i went for my culturally enriching musical night. got him some flowers, fresh ones this time (he nagged at my previous posy for a year or so oh-my-goodness) anyway i liked e red daisy so. sigh. really was an enjoyable concert; especially liked the 3rd movements of Barnes Sym. all my 'band'it friends shuld go check it out. a sad movement; could hv been sadder ... and quite emotionally bewitching. shuld think my weebeng friend took alot of pains cos he absolutely shrunk since i had seen him last.. a tad anorexic. haha. u take care mister..anywayz, sat in circle seats (must go earlier than 7.10pm coz i was next to the wall.) where this bananna guy sat beside me. and jean got excited. banana cos he look like a golden monkey with all tt blond hair. guys do not go bleach ur head. kinda horrrendous. anyway, concert had gd repertoire, some technically demanding parts by the tbones. or sounded so. especially impressed with the tbone soloist.. surprise surprise he's jean KAOs senior.. and he shook my hand *blink* and hear hear, he's a national arts scholar too.. waseh. surprisingly he spoke okay-english, cos he kinda has the i-am-very-chinese face.(just like my collegue arse-mond okay esmond has a slap-me face) haha. ou xiang man... if i can achieve that standard... sheer effort i heard !!! ahh....his solo was really gd man... the 2nd to this Christian Lindberg i heard in sec 2. ms chong practiacally dragged us to tt concert and our whole section sat on e 1st row with our mouths open. cos lindberg was so so damn good lor... anyway must b gd to jean fm now on hor.. nice jean. good jean. kind jean. haha. anyway my fren tang turned up afterall... bluff me ah... unforgiven... now he has a ai-yah-oh-wad-the-heck-i-want-to-sleep face. hope u recover... horrible raffles ppl.... anyway, looking 4ward to the SAF band concert with yo yo.... then i can meet all her frens too.. hee hee. and they shuld hv big muscles. her ACJC seniors leh. shld be quite loaded one. haha. yo yo u in trouble man. damn excited. what shuld i wear. yo yo must count down okie : )

la dee dah. today is "one of them days" again. so icky. had some fried mee fen otherwise known as beehoon (basically fried vermicelli in light sauce) and anyway, back to my fried story it had icky bits of tao gei (or dao gei) aka bean sprouts aka very-yucky-sprouty thing. yuck yuckety yuck. i just so hate tao gei. esp the after taste, eww. how can the chinese actually relish it in their cooking?!! and wad was worse so so WUSS is tt dear mummy had to cook tao gei with tao fu. and where does tao fu come from? taos i think. that is bean. what is bean in chinese ? beats me. anyway. soy comes to mind. ya. soy bean. ya. health food hype, and all the commercialization and over sensationalization over it. oh soy oh soy. prevents cancer. eat soy eat soy. eat with moi (porridge?) ah soy ah soy ah soy....

whats the point i say, whats the point?? work work work, earn earn earn, so NO LIFE. incredibly boring. need something more intellectually stimulating. thank goodness my collegues keep me going ya.. kk, must praise u all (so i can get free coffee) but really, considering that we burst spontanously into songs that are a wee little bit explicit...like Shaggy's its getting hot in here..so take off all your clothes..et cetera.. i do recall dear mr kan saying not to write etc. i didn't. innocent blink. hahaha... thx 4 everything gals. even when u laugh at my chinese. i really can speak chinese. ya, we have to pit ourselves against dear esmond aka xiao yao (small waist and consequently small butt) aka horrible hunk of a guy who left us yesterday, 3 gals struggling under one umbrella while he swanked off dry and comfy under his..dratted esmond, dratted singapore winter.... ah you.. come monday and u are so so dead. muah hahhaha. revenge of the 3 gals await u. ninny poop. so anyway this sunday i am left here to pig at home FINALLY and do nothing basically and with alot of inertia i go online instead of bumming around. coz everyone missed me. and some thought i was like dead. actually i like bumming around. its kinda like hectic for 6 days then bum. ya. real stoning kinda thing ya. goes well with me. the other bad thing abt working (or rather earning) is that u seem to think u have alot of spending power... and u sort of like.. erm... shop and splurge... and the bad thing is tt Miss Selfridge's having sales.... sigh. non-material gal has fallen into the trap... and sucummed to the lure of adverts. in other words, everyone, despite me getting my oh-so-special-first-pay-in-which-everyone-thinks-i-gonna-treat-them is going to be oh-so-sad cos i dun think i can. we'll have this staggered okie. have pity on me. haha. or go french. i mean dutch.