"Ngor Dei Ho Gua Lin Lei Ah!"

The phone call came pretty early - sometime around seven in the p.m. just while I was trying to get ready in my running gear. And just while they were starting to get happy on the sakes with Ibuki-san at the En.

By the time I was done with five clicks and supermarketing, they had already moved their pretty lil' crazy asses over to the karaoke.

"We found this new place..."

=/

Once nostalgia hits, it doesn't stop, does it?


The last bit of May.

That's when we want to do it all over once again in the Honks.

Hurry up, you pretty lil' crazy asses.

Band Practice #1

9:06 in the morning.

Boot up the machine. Greet the boss and the new chick at work. Check the mailbox. Stifle a yawn. Take a sip of the burning coffee.

9:16, log in the chat. And I see my favorite boy, as usual, beaming at me cheekily with a nick I just can't resist: Wet Wet Wet...

Very tempted to say 'WT*' now, but that's another story altogether.

So anyhow... the morning gig got underway immediately.


ME Inc. says: i feel it in my fingers
ME Inc. says: i feel it in my toes
HS says: yeeeaaahhhh
HS says: iiittttts written in the wiinnnnddd ooohhhhhh
ME Inc. says: it's everywhere i goooo
HS says: ooooooooo yeaayaaaahhhhh oooooo
HS says: so if you really love me (love me) comme onnn and let it showwww
HS says: man...we are seriously bored with living...
ME Inc. says: you know i love yooou, i always wiiiill
HS says: my minds made up.............
ME Inc. says: by the way that I feeel
HS says: theres no beginning there'll be no end
ME Inc. says: cos on my luurrve, you can deeepeeeeennnnd
HS says: yyaaaaahhhhhhhhhh oooooo gottaa keep in moviinnggg
ME Inc. says: oooooooooooooooooooooh
ME Inc. says: it's written in the wiiiinnd oorrrhhh
ME Inc. says: it's everywhere i go.. OOH!
HS says: so if you really love me love me love me cooommmee on and let it shooowwwwww
ME Inc. says: (er...)
ME Inc. says: come on and let it show
ME Inc. says: come on and let it show
ME Inc. says: come on and let it show
ME Inc. says: (background singer)
HS says: end song
ME Inc. says: *clapclapclapclapclap*
HS says: encore encore encore
ME Inc. says: EN-CORE EN-CORE EN-CORE EN-CORE EN-CORE

ME Inc. says: awesome... thanks for waking me up
HS says: no prob. tom.....let's see. George Michael?
HS says: Blind Melon?
HS says: how about sweat a la la la long?
ME Inc. says: that one very hard to sing
HS says: imagine if we did SNow
HS says: Informer!!!
ME Inc. says: er... i only know how to spell "INFORMER" in the entire song
HS says: yah man
HS says: va no shkdkdasdlksajdalks bleah
ME Inc. says: INFORMER
ME Inc. says: (and that's where i come in)
HS says: then its like I lick your bom bom there!!!
HS says: ok gross, no reggae
HS says: yah man. Ok got meeting now
HS says: We'll continue band practise tomorrow
ME Inc. says: ok... till tomorrow
ME Inc. says: we'll get ourselves a gig when i come home
HS says: alrighty, somewhere where the crowd is thin
ME Inc. says: that's easy
ME Inc. says: singaporeans aren't overweight
HS says: wth



First, there was the fried beansprouts with salted fish. And the sweet and sour pork. And that bowl of boiled soup - Mom's style, no less.

Then, the phone call back to the folks, while they were on their way to the Flyer for Pa's birthday dinner.

And now. All these crazy people.

I am missing Singers. Badly.


I need my mee pok ta. Badly.

Bitchfest

Oh what a busy Monday.

11:57:41 AM Lyn: Sigh...can I tell you that I am very pissed off!
11:57:57 AM Lyn: But I am trying to keep it in!
11:58:01 AM ME Inc.: yes you can...
11:58:03 AM ME Inc.: what happened?!
11:58:07 AM ME Inc.: must be work
11:59:07 AM Lyn: I really wanna get out.
11:59:07 AM Lyn: But I am STUCK! Sucky!
11:59:30 AM ME Inc.: can understand
11:59:37 AM ME Inc.: but don't think of yourself as being stuck
11:59:47 AM ME Inc.: it will make baby very unhappy
12:00:04 PM ME Inc.: becos she will think you're blaming her
12:00:14 PM ME Inc.: and remember your baby can hear everything you think
12:00:58 PM Lyn: Well, then she knows too many things already.
12:01:04 PM ME Inc.: OF COURSE
12:01:18 PM ME Inc.: so the dirty things i say to you... remember not to repeat it over again in your head

... ...

1:43:03 PM Lyn: Sigh..lunch just made me even more disillusioned. Hahahaha.
1:43:03 PM Lyn: The more stories you hear, the more you want to puke and run out as quick as you can.
1:43:08 PM ME Inc.: hahahahahahaha
1:43:13 PM ME Inc.: what happened again?
1:44:04 PM Lyn: You hear more stories about other incidents over lunch, which just want to make you puke lor.
1:45:12 PM ME Inc.: .... pui!
1:47:14 PM Lyn: Plllllllease!
1:47:34 PM Lyn: Wah liao! Cannot take it man!
1:48:14 PM Lyn: PUI is right man!
1:50:02 PM Lyn: Pui pui pui! BOO!

... ...

2:31:19 PM ME Inc.: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
2:31:37 PM ME Inc.: and i am ranting it all now
2:31:56 PM ME Inc.: becos I AM NOW BEING VERY IRRITATED BY STUPID PERSON
2:32:04 PM ME Inc.: and i hate having to clean shit
2:36:23 PM Lyn: But sometimes, it really bloody cannot make it! So it's alright to Scream I suppose. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
2:37:00 PM ME Inc.: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
2:37:31 PM Lyn: Hahahahaha.
2:43:00 PM Lyn: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2:43:11 PM Lyn: Sian....can't believe I got another stupid chapalang work! Cannot take it leh! HOw!
2:43:24 PM ME Inc.: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
2:43:31 PM ME Inc.: GOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME
2:43:47 PM Lyn: I really quite pissed!
2:44:27 PM Lyn: I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE the FUCKING situation!
2:44:47 PM Lyn: Makes you really want to use the F word on the ppl here.
2:46:42 PM Lyn: Hahahahaha.....Maybe I should just convince my gynae to give me MC all the way till when I deliver.
2:46:56 PM Lyn: I think maybe I need to consider seriously about that.

... ...

3:55:55 PM ME Inc.: I AM NOW VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY UPSET
4:00:26 PM Lyn: Huh?! Oh dear. Why lah.
4:03:22 PM ME Inc.: the last email i just got , just about 5 minutes ago...
4:03:49 PM ME Inc.: i literally banged my head on the desk and shouted FUCK
4:05:55 PM Lyn: Hahahaha.....
4:07:10 PM ME Inc.: fuck... seriously


*****

It is perfectly fine if no one else understands the above conversation(s).

As long as we both do.


Times like this, I thank my god for MSN. Seriously.

Look Ma, No Legs!

If you can't fix it, break it.


I like Ah Man the Sofa Man. Even if he insinuated the same shit ("No way you were the only one sitting on the couch...").

He called me 'Lang Lui'. He looked around the house for other broken things to fix. He lifted the mammoth of my coffee table so I can at long last get rid of the stupid rug. He gave me a pack of Nin Jiom Herbal Candy when he heard me coughing like ajussi.

And we're so in line with our thoughts: just break the other fuckin' legs.

I know. I am easy.




Ah Man: You don't get domestic help to clean your place? So dusty.
Me: No. I clean it myself when I have time.
Ah Man: But you never clean!
Me: ...

No time, dude. No time!

@*&%*!^#!!

"Dear Landlady... I need to let you know that both the front legs of the couch have somehow broken off... As I'm speaking now, the couch is semi-collapsed..."

"Dear Tenant... I am very sorry about the broken legs of the couch (although I find it quite hilarious. Have you been putting on weight?)... Hope you are not hurt..."


Fuck the stupid broken couch!!

Pork'd

ME Inc. says: still in boston =(
Lyn says: Haha....And I am still in ICI

Soooo cute, I want to pinch your son's cheek.


Hmph.

Enough is enough.

Enough of 16-ounce steaks and chicken sandwiches and grilled salmons. Fuck, I was so desperate I even ordered a pork chop - for a change.



Mama's got a huge appetite.

Or... is it the tummy? =/

"ASGG"

"Yeah maybe around 64,850 seconds from now... no 64,842... oh 64,835..."

This is terrible.

Boston weather is terrible. Two weeks away is terrible. Two meetings in two weeks is terrible. Having only beef or chicken or fish all the freakin' time is terrible. Being chocolate milk-deprived is terrible. Being PTZ-deprived is terrible. Having scaly old-lady hands is terrible. Missing the dog is terrible. Being sick while feeling terrible is... well, terrible.

Everything is just terrible.


Despite the little adventure into downtown yesterday, the mama's still feeling terrible today. =/

TGIT.

Sparklers

I have absolutely, totally, horrendously, disgustingly no self-control.

Or maybe, it's just simply peer pressure.


I am just happy for sparklers that come my way in my dimmest of moods. :)



Someone should be very proud of me.

Flight to the Phoenix

The missed call from the Honks came at two-thirty-six of the wee hours. Which was just about eleven-half in the morning where I am, rushing around room to room, session after session.

I think the boys are all drunk and happy at Tiesto.

I am really beginning to miss the boys. =/


Here at the desert, I am loving the sun in the day, but also hating the fact that I am drying up like a prune at an accelerated pace and sporting some really fugly tan-lines on the face, from breakfasting and lunching with my sunnies on.

How the fuck could I have forgotten my bikini?