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Blogskin by Yanny :)

yay!
i can have my 'movies'.

psst!
actually, it was going to be a private party.
but mom didnt like parties.
at least,
not at her own home.
so i renamed it..'movies'.

(:

though..
that would also mean that it must be private.
no one else allowed.
(:
i knew we wanted that anyway,
but it would have been nice to have an option.

anyway,
i have a bottle of chardonnay we can use!(:

cheers!

17:43

i know.
i feel bad,
really guilty.
i didnt want to drop the bomb,
but it was only fair see?
i didnt want to have people think im playing with anyone
-god forbid. i've never!-
or have you hurt more.

think less.
focus elsewhere.
okay?

((:

15:18

with tml being thursday itself.

yesterday;
i went to town with cass and clara;
in white jeans, spaghetti top and prom heels.
because i was going pubbing that night!
which means..im a little overdressed for orchard.
no?
but the girls came wearing jeans/heels or skirt/wedges.
for shopping only.
so..wow.

look at us.
dressed, not to the nines, but at least well.
and look at the denim shorts and flipflops.

what a contrast.

that said,
i would definitely dress well for orchard.
no shorts and slippers for me!

AND -gasp!- my top was too low.
it kept slipping and slipping...
not too nice!
i tried covering with my scarf but ugh.

maybe i lost weight?(:

though im not proud of that.
wearing that top, i mean.

when i met the group later,
for pool and drinks no less!
pool? in that top? ohmyohmy..
dex made me wear the shawl!
for the sake of all the old men's lottery numbers.
puh-lease!
haha.

((:

but you gotta admit uncle dex is very fatherly.
((:
i wore my cardigan when i played anyway.
so, no worries all.
i worried more about my playing actually.
when i started the game..,
the cue didnt even hit any numbers!
sob.
i wanna practice practice practice!
((:

anyway, we drank more than we played.
thankfully.

we went to check in.
this place at robertson walk.
very cool place!
with good rates.
but bad service.
boobooboo!

she knew we were under18s
because we tried to use calvin's (my age) birthday month privilege.
one-for-one house pour.
and she came to lecture us!
well, practically.
and she was damn sarcastic.

i admire her principles,
and her courage at being sarcastic.
but bad for her business;
no one's keen on going back!
((:

at any rate,
i was already high from wine.
white wine!
high!
i mean, it was still controllable..
but why do that?
the feeling's nice.
very light, happy, giggly.
hahaha.

but at least i can still walk in a straight line.
((:
in heels no less!

we had wine games..
very fun(:
one must-play: never.
i found out so much!
ha!

and we pub-hopped to harry's.
where i tried my first toffee cocktail.
their new creation.
it's very nice!(:
surprisingly.

by then, i doubt i can aim properly!
wine is..something different, yes.
when i was playing against the guys,
a michael came to challenge us!
i immediately gave my cue to the guys.
let them play..(:
alcohol only seems to fine-tune their skills.
and worsen mine, if possible.
not fair!

i just stood and watch.
and started swaying,
and leaning forward into whoever i talked to.
and kept saying, 'im fine, im fine'.

must have look so silly!
((:

guess what?
we hopped to pub no 3 : the beach bar.
i was so grateful to sink into the beach concept lounge chair,
with a sex on the beach'.
nice(:
and watch them taking turns to puke.

i've got pictures!
((:

see the hyper kids! but dex wasnt really drunk...just hyper.

bunch of lunatics.

we only went home after,
cal stupidly asked dex to jump a tree.
which the idiots didnt see, has dozens of little thorns all over.
jab, wide awake.
and howling.

contemplating the tree..

jump..OWW!
just look at the frigging thorns!

his poor injuried wrist.
sometimes...
it's just unexpected.
((:

ohwell.

au revoir!

15:11

im tempted to do this;

so far, i've been told im
blunt.
wierd.
unique.
prissy.
rude.
hard to classify.

that's pretty bad, no?
it's like..3 bads and 3..based-on-your-perception types.

wth.
im me.

18:56

oh right!
i gotta thank..
melrick.
for taking me to bishan.
and then,
having to rush home.
sorry dude.
(:

it was fun today!
that's all im saying,
f u n .
(:

and i must add,
dont expect too much from me..
and neither should i you,
so says cass.
(:
that sister says i expects too much.
b l e a h.
do i?

we went to bishan, then cityhall....then bugis.
wow.
did we really go there?
(:

all i remember is running into lotsa shops and dragging him along!
while he carries my big paper bag of bodyshop gifts.
poor dude.(:
i wished i took some photos of us running about raffles mall..embarrassing!

but the day ended badly.
HMPF.
i was rushed home,
guess why?
cause i didnt do chores.
and when i reached home, she was playing harvest moon.
like hello?
i dont mind doing chores,
-probably the few kids who do chores-
but i was out helping you buy YOUR christmas gifts.
cant you do the chores for a change?

and anyway,
the gifts i got was 'all wrong';
and the wrapping paper 'ugly'.
seriously.

jeez.

oh well.
im so not doing her shopping ever again.
why be so stupid?
right?

shoutouts,
to all my dearests.
i really miss you all!
XOXO

PS.
im hanging out tml!(:

18:50

im back back back from malaysia!
(:

missed me?
AWW.
i know.

though actually,
i didnt had much fun.
i barely shopped;
hardly played..
but i sure made up for those by eating.
i practically had 6 huge meals a day!
breakfast buffet, lunch, high tea, dinner and supper.
2 suppers.
i definitely got fatter!
well,
look like i did anyway.
i actually lost weight though!
(:

i spent two wonderful days in KL,
at ascott service apartments.
that was uber cool.
we had 3 bedrooms, each with their own toilets, 2 wardrobes and television.
a nice living room, a huge dining room and a personal kitchen.
which has a dishwasher.
i swear,
it's bigger than my home.
which is actually not much,
considering the size of mine,
but still.

we also had facilities like
a spa sanctuary (where i had my back massage..hurts! and i keep thinking of shing and his massage experience, dont ask. just did.)
gym
sauna
jacuzzi
tennis court
pool
lounge
blah and blah.
pretty cool.
(:

and we were pretty near KLCC.
which is, the twin towers shopping area.
but i didnt get to buy much,
seeing that it was crammed with LV, cartier, and other branded stuff.
which is silly, if you ask me.
most of the time,
there were hardly anyone in those stores.
heck, i never seen any customers!
not to say any shopping bags actually leaving those stores.
give me a bigger topshop or mango branch any day!
though whether im allowed to buy them is another matter altogether.
you'd think im still a child.

right now,
im denied the pretty jacket from mango,
and the apparently transparent dress from padini authentic at genting.
so not!
the dress was fine,
and the jacket is really nice.
HMPF.

as bad as this all sounds,
it was actually more fun than genting.

at least,
we get to shop around a bit
and have really nice family talks during our late suppers.
really nice.

the second night's supper,
we were drinking chardonnay,
and discussing how frank and direct yours truly is.
it was horrible.
it started out with my views in politics.
whereby im told that i have my naive thoughts where everyone is good and politics are squeaky clean.
then, im told im too blunt for my own good.
that it's gonna have an adverse effect on me when im on the corporate world.
which i might add, is in another 5 years at least?
BLAH BLAH.

at least,
i can say im happy being me.
im happy that i dont have to rethink and reconsider everything i say.
'will she be alright if i say that?'
'what if he gets offended?'
heck with that.
one thing ahyi sure got right though;
im a true friend,
once you get to know me.
AWW.(:

genting..
blah.
i think it was ascott's doing;
our hotel room up there seemed so tiny.
and definitely ill-equipped.
and genting is definitely not fun.
having two guys hit on me dont help either.
it's not as if they're as cute as zac or as cool as jay.
(:

most importantly,
im worried about grandma.
her knee really bothered her a lot,
so much so that we actually had to buy her a walking stick.
she refused to see the doctor though.
i might add,
yvon's been really helpful,
and stern with gran about her diet.
good.
bless yvon;
though she does make gran wanna strangle her at times.

as for the bus trips..
dont ask.
it was either sleep or movies all the way.
b o r i n g .
though the movies werent too bad;
step up (veryhot!), i not stupid2 (cried again..jeez), initial-d (!!), more and more.
all good shows.
(:

BLAH!
though i dont think i would want to go to malaysia again.
at least,
not anytime soon.

next destination:
beach resort on an island!
(:


PS
pictures soon.(:

18:34

YAY!
blog's up!
(:
and isnt the blogskin pretty?
HAHA.

though it's freaking 2.30am now.
not so pretty.

and yes, candy,
im hanging out with melrick tml.
or..later today.
so?(:

and im going to overseas soon!
though it's just across the causeway..how f a r .

the cool part is, im actually staying in a service apartment!
okay, i dont want to sound silly..
i have stayed in one before, after all.
but that was in orchard..different, see?

no?
never mind!

anyway.
i can go there and shop..(:
since mom and melrick seems to have gang up on me,
while shopping in orchard.

'oh, this is too short.'
'that is freaking ugly.'
'you call these fashion?'

oh, puh-lease.
what do you know?

well.
okay, they didnt exactly said that..
but you know,
it was that close.
(:

w h a t e v e r .

im going to bed..finally.
au revoir!

P.S. when we all wake up, clara will be in bangkok.
'the land of transvestites and cheap plastic surgery.'
well, sounds like her world.

have fun, lady botox!(:

18:27

my blog stays down!

there was something wrong with my template,
so i had it restricted.
no matter.
i will have it up in no time.

oh um..
after exams,
shopping.
and malaysia.
(:

yadda yadda,
studying now.
bleah.

12:05

oh, so now im weird too.
yeah, sure.

s w e e t .

just because i think of stuff that people dont usually think of?
and i thought the word's unique.
blah.

and because i got worked up at nat for throwing a mean insult at alvin.

he implied alvin looked ugly!
worse, he didnt care.
he only s h r u g g e d .

isnt that just frigging rude?
and insulting?
i seriously dont know what is his problem.

and all i told him was, that's so mean.
i should have said,
'you're no better'.
or, 'at least, alvin's better than you'.
ugh.

that's the problem with me,
i always think of good come-back lines after the whole situation blows over.

but am i weird for being pissed?
huh?
this was like, the final straw after all his prissy -after you hear his tone, you'd never dream of calling me prissy- behavior.

if this is weird, then so be it.
i refuse to be one of those 'by-passers';
sitting there waiting for the whole thing to blow over.

quoting camp: 'lagi best',
clara could say,
'ha! joey's pet phrase, you're so mean.'

well, weird than fair-weather friend.

sorry if anyone feels insulted. this are just my opinions.

06:02

today's different.
i went shopping with dad.
shocked anyone?

well, this is rare.
coming from a daddy who likes nothing better than watch telly or go fishing.
one simple reason: it's frigging cheap.
hey, this is a daddy who can go to sentosa on a single buck.

obviously without me there.
like duh.

because my dad is capable of going without food for ages.
and i?
i'll be glad to last a few scant hours.

anyway,
we went to city hall and bugis.
another shocker in itself.

and i didnt buy anything.
can you believe it?
im still reeling from the shock.
i think there's something wrong with me.
i was never like that.
i always saw something i liked on whatever shopping trip,
even if its arab street.
imagine!

okay, i did too this time.
but i actually told dad i'd think about it.
translated: if i like it, i'd come back and buy it myself.
how silly!
[now i probably sound like an awful daughter.]

but never mind.
im probably saddened by the fact that my precious scarf is s o l d.
oh, did i mention the 50buck dress?
s o l d too.
what's wrong with everyone?
develop your own taste,
dont copy!

i've got this nigging feeling that the clutch i saw,
and the shades, are gonna be sold too.

gonna cry.

15:31

they think i have issues;
yvon, ahyi and mom.
i say, what did i do?

we were at bugis street on friday,
shopping for calvin's and dearest yvon's birthday presents.
so, we were at this guys' wear shop
looking for belts.
unfortunately, they only had..
1. cargo belts [can you say yuck? cal has got to have better taste!]
or 2. big flashy types [which is so not his style -good thing. why do guys like having big metal overrated pieces on their jeans?].

instead of bothering to look for a better choice,
i asked the sales assistant.
that's what they are hired for right?
i mean, i would want to be asked.

i went, do you have anything more subtle?
the guy didnt understood.
so i rephrase: anything more low-key?

did i sound prissy?
high and mighty?
huh?
huh?

hmpf.

oh, and then some.
there was this annoying lady whom i bought the little miss shirts from.
which was pretty cute by the way.
ugly but adorable.(:
anyway, all i did was mention that i have no cash on, only nets.
she began harping on the rise of fees for using nets
and how the company should provide the service free.

well, hello woman.
nothing is ever free.
if you get the nets service free,
they're probably gonna charge you some way or another.
they are a company, for god's sake.
they exist to profit.
bloody hell they'll charge you!

and FYI lady,
i did know about that news.
dont go retelling me the story,
especially if the story's ancient.
and peppered by your one-sided opinions!

blah!

i reasoned with her,
hoping to shed some light on her views.
enlightenment, see?
good deed.
but she was so annoying,
going on and on in her high scratchy voice,
that i cant help feeling irritated.

but all i did was reason.
alright, maybe somewhat in exasperation.
still, you should have heard her go!

i definitely wasnt prissy though!
nor did that mean i had / am having a cranky day!

mel agrees that im not prissy.
or high and mighty.
(:

instead, i think the one with issues is mom.

she can be really nice.
she bought this expensive smoked salmon,
and made me lunch, couple with baked potatos and steamed asparagus.
lovely.

but at bugis, she joined in the lecture,
'xinyi, you must be more aware of the time and place where you can use that english. this is bugis street.' 'xinyi, you gotta speak to accommodate them.'

well, i always try to accommodate.
like, i speak chinese to some,
english to most,
and singlish when i absolutely have to.
but 'subtle..',
that's easy right?

anyway, mom was pissed because
1. we got sidetracked while shopping - hello? we're girls!
2. she's probably tired, if im not wrong.
3. she's already pissed at yvon - HA!

so when i showed them the dress [pretty pretty! it's a royal blue tunic..going at 10 frigging bucks! what's not to love?] i wanted to buy, and she didnt like, she exploded.

that's an expression.

blame me for picking the wrong moment to ask,
if you rather.

but what i dont like is,
if you think the dress doesnt suit me,
say so.
she went on about the dress being too short.
and insist i wear leggings with it or not buy at all.

well, not buy!
soft black - or any other lovely colours you fancy- material,
nicely stretchable and in various lengths,
adorned with bows, lace, diamante or animal print.
how absolutely...
d i g u s t i n g.

sorry, but that one major fashion-gone-wrong.

to aspiring parents out there anyway,
be honest, be frank.
okay?
(:

another thing,
ahyi happened to mention that the way i speak is rude to mommy [adults...]
so mom's kinda stuck to that too.

now if she's pissed at me,
she'd say im rude.

she's also stuck on my gran's favourite phrase,
'if you're rich, everyone sticks to you.'

true.
but not in the family.
at least, not in my lovely -no sarcasm!- one.
(:

yadda yadda.
i think parents go through phases too.
must be, with all the stress we give them.
i'll just let this blow over.
yawn. so blah!

now, to more important things at hand.
sleep.
before i really faint.

jo misses.

15:50