he refused to take pictures with flash, so i listened to him and just stick to no-flash. pardon us for that mysterious picture. (points finger at preetyboy) his fault, not mine. gee.

yesterday, i round up my Saturday with a heavy and sumptuous late dinner, or supper (maybe?) with a whole bunch of cousins at Kampung Chai Chee. at first, everyone was keen on sticking to fork and spoon; we couldn't face another night of dirty fingers. soon after, the chili crab came and everyone was tempted to dump their fork and spoon. towards the middle, my younger sister couldn't help feeling 'urgh, damn you crab', so she started to give up and put aside her fork and spoon. i turned to her and those jealousy was surrounding me. i picked up my crab and put it on dad's plate and went: dad please help me. thank you. oh, don't worry. apparently, dad enjoys kopek-ing any food for his daughters, even to the extend of peeling the skin of a prawn. now you can see how pampered his daughters are? well well well, no comments.

next, dad started to dump his fork and spoon. followed by me; then the older sis; then momma; then the cousins; then the aunties; and then the uncles. and soon, no one was using fork and spoon. but atleast, those determination to crack open the crab shell using fork and spoon did last a few minutes, or so. hahaa. we were entertained and startled with a 5seconds of total blackout. pause, or you'll choke on tiny pieces of crab shell. haha, funny shit.

that left me with a very, very bloated stomach. omg, i feel HUGE. soon after, we watched the results of the voting. kecoh kecoh kecoh. and everybody started teasing my momma for being one of the rejected votes under Pasir Ris/Punggol PAP. they went: ok, if PAP lost by 1 vote, you know it's your mom's work. or if 101 votes were rejected, that extra 1 must be your mom. mom, i do pity you but sometimes i couldn't help but to join in the laughter.

sleeping with heavy stomach sometimes leave me with a guilty feeling. i don't want to be like..ok, at least panata and me did think alike afterall. somebody's growing fatter, and we're afraid we will end up like that brag. touch wood, touch wood. but those guilty feeling doesn't lead us to anywhere; instead the more guilty we are, the more food we tend to grab. somebody, stop us. and it's a flattering thing to get comment from preetyboy, saying that ive lose some weight. stick to that dirah. don't ever ever you let him take back his words. oh please.

apart from that, towards the night, my Saturday was round up with some disappointment that i don't wish to talk about. to my love love niniee, you've been such a sweetheart. thank you. :D

ah, at this time of the month, i hate these cramps. fuck. adding to it, what a time of the day you chose to karaoke. you sounded more like yelling for help rather than karaoke-ing. gotta check it out which one of my neighbour is making a fool out of herself. god, spare me and forgive me for being such a kpo ass.





i just want to be with you; and nothing else.
and im depending on you to make things better..can you?