Turns out my earlier post was actually the 100th. Blogger's server was too slow, it didn't add an ealier post to the number of posts published, so I kept thinking it was just 99 posts so far. Blaaady hell ah!



Actually, I'm overreacting. I don't really mind. Don't like the idea of changing what I've already written cos it seems unethical to me. *sniggers*



So Happy 101st Blog Post to me!!!!

Guess what? You'll never guess!!!



La di da.....



Wanna know wanna know wanna know?



This is my 99th post!



Bloody fantastic, ah?!!



Not to mention amazing! I'm not a faithful blogger, really. I blog whenever I feel like it. I've been having this blog for...about....9 months, I think. By right, I shld have reached the 100th post along time ago.



But who cares cos it's here now!!



YAY!!!!



*does a somersault in the air* (I wish)

Previous post, Char wanted to see if I cld blog or not cos she just cldn't manage to. But I cld, so HAHAHAHA, Char! :-p



I watched the musical Friday night. Quite nice actually! There was food but I didn't take any. Pls don't beat me up, Mel. I know you love free food. Muahahahah! Turns out we got complimentary tickets. J and I didn't know first, so he was very surprised to see all the food waiting to be gobbled up. More like unsettled. So when he got the tickets from Eswari, examined them and saw COMPLIMENTARY stamped on it, it was like a Sherlock Holmes moment. Ha!



Before all that, J and I went up to McDonalds cos I wanted to buy a drink. I bought ice lemon tea and we were walking out of the cafetaria when I spotted my ex. I looked away, panicking, uncertain as to whether I shld acknowledge him or not. I told J wat I saw and we looked over at the ex and his friends. He had a weird expression on his face, somewhere between pained and disgusted or something. I smiled guiltily and gave a little wave. It was absolutely horrible.



I wish someone told me there was free food, so that I wldn't have seen the need to go to McDonalds. $1.35 wasted too! Hmph. Hannibal finished it for me though, so it's not that bad, I guess. Still, I saw my ex. Urgh....



*covers face*



Anyway, back to the musical. It's a musical journey through time thingie. Lotsa of dancing, LOTS. And singing, and old hits. An Elvis Presley came on, the one that goes 'Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in looooooove with you'. Know that one? Well, J was singing it to me. =D



DON'T PUKE!



I was so so shy, I just didn't know what to do. I looked elsewhere, biting my lip, wishing he'd stop, while wishing he wldn't. Talk about split personalities. Heh!



So we watched the rest of the show, which as I mentioned, was nice. Except for the bitch though. Rashida. She made my ears bleed.



The show was over, my hair was untidy and my lipstick was probably non-existent. That's when J brought me over to his cousin, who was helping with the show, to introduce me to him. I wish I had a mirror man! Anyway, his cousin seemed sort of nervous or tensed or something. Think he had alot on his mind.



J drove the 6 of us, which includes himself, to this Ang Mo Kio neighbourhood eating place. The other 5 were Hannibal, Eswari, Daniel, Veni, and me ofcos! Everyone just had a drink, except J and I. We were ravenous! Didn't finish the fried rice though, it wasn't very nice. But it came with a bull's eye egg so yay! After lots of talking, no listening, cos I don't talk much in groups, which irritates my friends (shut up, Hannibal), we seperated, most of us for home.



Was nice being driven home. Just kept watching J most of the time.



*sigh*



Reached home at 12.30, which pissed my mom off but she was alrite after some therapeutic bitching.



I'm very hungry. I want lunch. PRAWN SAMBAL!



Be back tonite.



=D

Testing!

I changed my background, got it from Bigfoto. The images are generally not very impressive and don't look very professional. But some are good and I liked this, called Winter Tree, so I'm using it. Duh, rite?



I'm hurrying! I must vaccuum, bathe, dress up, which includes putting on my contacts, a process I absoluetly hate, and leave the house on time to meet J at Tampines from where we'll go to NYP, where we'll meet up with my friends, get seated and watch the musical. Whoa...long sentence, eh? Very Jane Austen. I wish!



See ya later, alligator!

You're living the movie Scream!



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AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



*screams*

You're like a Unicorn!



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Ok, this is nice. But it's praising me and not speaking much truth. Can't see any words, scroll sideways, ppl.



At least it doesn't accuse me of being proud. Hmph.












Youth



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Me, popular? The life of every party? BULLSHIT MAN!



Hahahaahahhahahaahhahahaha!



*dies*

You Are Pride !

You're competitive about most things. And feel
compelled

to constantly assure yourself of your greatness.
But hey,

It's not all bad - maybe you are that good! You
generally

look presentable, and are well educated because you
wouldn't let

yourself be any other way. People are intimidated
of you though,

so try and tone it down a bit - after all nobody is
perfect.



Congratulations ... You are the 'Best Kept' of the
7 deadly sins!



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What the hell?!!



HMPH.

I posted this in on my bulletin board in Friendster but I don't have much to blog about, so I'm posting it here too. :-D



Stuff...I'm BORED.



What's your age?

I'll be 18 soon. My friends get pissed off when I

say I'm 17, which I still am! :-p



What are you doin now?

Wadya think? Filling out this thing cos I just

can't find anything else to do. I'm BORED.



What would you like to be doing now?

I'd like to be cycling in the park. But I need to

know how to cycle first. Ha!



What's the weirdest thing that happened to you?

This mentally-retarded man took my math book

from me and refused to give it back at a bus

stop. I gave up, I was late anyway, and

boarded the bus. When the bus started moving,

he started looking for me, presumably to give

my book back to me. Too late. BOOHOO!



What's the stupidest thing that happened to

you?

The above-mentioned incident qualifies but to

tell the truth, lots of stupid stuff happen to me,

so I've got lots to spare. I was on a bus with a

girlfriend. All was fine till the bus made a mighty

turn, making me gracefully slide out of my seat

and plop down. I slid down the aisle, stopping

only at the bus exit. I kept being asked if I was

alrite. Nope, I wasn't! My friend was having a

great time, though.



What do you wish never happened to you?

I was a little fat in primary school. I wish that

never happened cos although I've slimmed

down alot, some of the fat's here to stay and

it's very hard to get rid of. Bleah! Other than

that, I'm happy with my life, really.



What do you wish will happen to you?

True love, true happiness, the usual blah. Oh

and a satisfying career of entirely my choice.



What do you think won't happen to you?

Don't think there's much of a chance of me

killing someone, being killed, being shot, so on.

I'm pretty much harmless. But I've always found

the idea of castration intriguing... :-p



What's the best thing that happened to you?

Being born as a woman.



What's your favourite colour?

Red.



What are you wearing now?

What's this, cyber-sex? Heh! Yellow t-shirt and

red pants.



Do you normally leave your hair down or tie it

up?

I leave it down 80% of the time.



Do you wear lipstick?

At home, no way, but when I'm out, yes, all the

time.



What's in your bag?

Nothing. See, I don't carry a bag around at

home.



Are you a virgin?

*thinks real hard*



Which celebrity do you think you look like?

I dunno...Micheal Jackson? HAHA!



Who's your idol?

Well I don't really have an idol...but I love

Beyonce. Cos she's so damn hot! Like *ahem*

moi. Not! :-p



What would you like to change about yourself?

My hair. Lots of people like it and I think it's not

bad...but I'm bored! So I want to straighten it or

make it extremely curly or something. With

highlights. And I want to lose the 3kg I gained

(boohoo). Not telling wat I want to change about

my character cos there's no way I'm revealing

my innermost deficiencies to you ppl. Ha!



What do you wish for?

I thought this question was asked already?

Different answer now. I want no more boredom.



This question was prepared by me: Are you still

bored?

YEAH!

I'm too bored to blog, really. No mood at all. Don't fret, it'll pass. =D



Took this test.

Doubutsu Uranai-Colour Checking Thingie



Turns out I'm a orange monkey. Do I look like a bloody orange monkey to you?



Dhanya

December/19/1986

Female













You are Orange Monkey, who is lively, fresh and give an active impression.

Your personality is straight forward, and is a very attractive person to be with.

You are also very sociable, and can keep an eye on people too.

Nevertheless, you tend to be rather nervous and worry about things bit too much.

You tend to have a needless fear.

You come up with ideas very quickly, but at the same time, you can easily give up.

You lack perseverance.

You should be more open and natural to have a foresight for the future.

You have an instinct to attract people.

You are a charismatic person to whom people naturally get attracted.

You have a flexibility to be able to adapt to any circumstance, and know how to get ahead in life.

You never miss to calculate the profit and loss, and live life rationally.

This makes you difficult to have an intimate relationship.

Once you set an objective, you will work extremely hard to achieving it, and can exercise great tactics.

Nevertheless, you tend to easily change your target as well.

You tend to be very independent woman, and will hate to be restricted to your family.

You may start to feel your family to be an obstruction to your life.

If you can have a job that would act as a freshener, your life would be smoother.

You tend to have a fantasy world in your head, and may hold a girlish dream all through your life.

After getting married, your family will be important to you, and you will be able to raise a happy family.









Kind of true, really. I change targets and lose interest in them often. But what I like and love doing stays the same, such as art, writing, producing stuff with my hands and brains and mostly, my imagination. Interesting huh? NOT.



By the way...



HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO J AND ME!!!



:-D



It's only been a month but it doesn't seem like it. Not in a bad way, in a very good, happified way. VERY happified. ;-)



Love you, J!!

You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...



You're warm, and the most approachable. You have
that gentle prescence about you. People can
relate to you, and find you easy company.
However it's likely you've been hurt in the
past and it has left you scarred so things can
become rather chilly with you at times. Being
the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy
and loyal to your friends but prone to
depression and negative thinking.



Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)



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Sounds like they're talking about someone else.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy.



Will blog tomorrow.



*rubs eyes*



Zzzzzzzz...........

You know when you're in a relationship, enjoying it and suddenly a thought comes across you; that this might be temporary? If you do know, you know what I'm going through now.



It's not like I never thought about the possibility of J and me being temporary. I knew better than to think it's going to last forever, after the thing with my ex. Just makes me a little sad. And surprised, with myself.



See, I always had this idea about me, that I was very traditional or something. Stick to the same guy always and never leave him unless you can't take him anymore, never enter a relationship which has the chance of ending, that kind of thing.



And what did I do? The right opposite of my 'convictions'. I left my ex when I knew I could have carried on with him, maybe happily. And I went on with J, having in mind that it could turn out to be anything, long-term or short-term. I never put a label on it. And I was fine with it, still am actually.



Looks like I don't know myself very well. Anybody got any newly found characteristics of mine they want to make me aware of? Heh.



Well yeah, this whole might-be-temporary thing makes me kind of sad. You get to know someone, like them, love them, only to let go? Doesn't seem worth the effort. Guess that's why Charlotte and Hannibal want to be single. Hell, I wanted to be single too. At least I thought I did. Turns out I just wanted to let go of my ex. Another instance of me misunderstanding myself. Wonder what else I'll do to prove myself wrong.



It not being worth the effort doesn't really matter to me really. Cos I like J and I like him enough to leave it at that, to see how it goes. You know, like whatever will be, will be and all that.



:-)

I added some links to my template and republished my blog. When I checked it after republishing like I always do, there was nothing except for a bloody advertisement and my red scrollbar.



Panicking, I went back to my template to see where I went wrong. Where I bloody went wrong was when I accidentally deleted more than half of my template, leaving just the codes for the scrollbar.



AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This always happens to me. Always. To me.



I'm using the original template now. Retrieved my chatterbox code, so that works. I'll redo my beautiful template another time. :-(



*cries uncontrollably*

I had a lovely time with J yesterday. Lovely.



*dreams dreamily*



We were sitting at McDonalds, facing each other. He was busy eating his McFish Dippers (that what it's called?) , making funny faces and saying his trademark lame-ish but witty jokes that had me controlling my laughter.



I dunno why I control my laughter. Must stop!



I just could not concentrate on the blurb (that wat/how it's called/ spelt?) of the book he lent me, The Da Vinci Code. He was a BIG distraction. All I could get into my head was that some old guy died in a museum.



After he was done with his food, I gave him the slippers. He liked it! *'WOOHOO's*

He took out his shoes and put a slipper on, with his socks. I whined a little, saying I've not seen his toes yet. So he took his socks off with a smile and put on the slippers.



Lovely, clean, pink nails.



And, the slippers were a perfect fit. Thanks, Char, for helping me choose the them! :-DDDDDD



So we sat at the tiny table, playing with each other's fingers and stuff like that. =D We then left the place to look around the shopping centre and that's when I got a call from my mom, asking me to COME HOME NOW so we left, at a very leisurely pace. Heh!



We took a bus that goes straight to my house. He had to get down soon though, to catch another bus that goes straight to his house. I ended up getting down with him, where we had a wonderful time waiting for the next bus to come.



*floats floatingly*



At home, I saw the contents of the CD he burnt, the virus protection thingie. The 'lil something extra' he said was in there was the Kaaza setup program and some love songs, of which there are quite a few I absolutley love.



*grins grinningly*



Problem is, my sound card is like, not there. I think I'll be getting one soon. I'm becoming desperate.



*becomes desperately desperate*



I'm not hungry, but my mom's telling me to eat OR ELSE. I shall go be a good girl.



*trots away like a good girl (trottingly) *

I woke up this morning with a smile and reached for my handphone to read J's morning message. I then realised, with a shock, my handphone wasn't with me.



I was so shocked I said, "HUH?" in disbelief. I searched for it frantically, even removed the bedsheets, to find anything, anything at all that'll give me a clue. It wasn't on the bed, not on the table, not charging. It was NOWHERE.



oh shit oh shit oh shit.



What if someone read J's message? They'd know all about him and I'd just die.



I calmed myself and sauntered out of the room casually (my heart was hammering with dread) and asked my mom if she'd seen my phone.



"Your dad brought it with him to the clinic. He'll be back soon."



"Ooooh...okie." (BLOODY HELL?!!)



"He saw your Jijay's message, by the way. He read it to me. 'Good morning baby' eh?"



"Oh."





I just went into the bathroom and did a mental scream. While I was brushing my teeth though, I looked sternly into the mirror and told myself firmly this: Don't deny. No stupidity. You've got the right to love.



So I came out and heated up my pancakes. I sat down to eat them when my mom sat down, with me.



*heart hammering*



"Why is his name Jijay? Never came across a name like that."



"Oh, his mom liked it, so he's named that."



"Ah."



Slowly she asked me about J; what's he doing, what's his father's name and what is he doin, how old is his mother and what is she doing, is he the first child, how many siblings does he have, how old is his sister, blah blah. She seemed genuinely interested and somehow, that made me feel much better. She told me, in the end, to have my priorities straight, no matter what, please. I know. =)



My dad came home an hour later and my mom made me open the door.



*more heart hammering*



I opened the door very casually, like nothing happened, and didn't speak a word. My dad was looking down cos he was removing his shoes. When he looked up, he seemed a little startled to see me. I was expecting a deep frown when he slowly, he smiled. He actually smiled, man. It became a grin when he reached out and pinched my cheek. I grinned back at him, very widely, like the bloody happy fool I was, and still am.



He walked into the house, and handed me my phone with the same grin on his face. "Here, you and your messages!"



I took my phone, went to the nearest room and did a little dance. I was beaming for the next 30 minutes. Actually, I still am! Heh!



I'm about to meet J, at 6-something. Like I said, he's got a CD to pass me (he said there's a little extra something in it. Can't wait to find out!) and a book, The Da Vinci Code. Very interesting, he says, so I want to give it a try. I'm passing him the black beach slippers I bought for him when I was out with Char few days ago. Hope he likes it man! =DDDD



Life is beautiful!!!



*beams*

Long time no blog, huh?



Well I'm just too busy talking to ppl on msn to do anything much else. But I won't forget you, Bloggie. *smiles sweetly*



I've been busy since last night, trying to get this bloody Sasser.exe worm out of my comp. It's bloody irritating man. At the crucial moments, when I'm doing a 3hr-long download, my sister'll disable the line filter. And I'd have to start all over again. She did it twice, can you believe that? I almost died. Bah!!



Thank god for J, he's helping me so much. My main problem is that the pages load a millimetre/hour or don't load at all, so I just can't get anything downloaded. He's doing all kinds of stuff to help me. He looked for good virus-scans and sent me the links. When that didn't work, he filled out a form with my particulars(he didn't ask me for them) and got AVG to send me a mail. When that didn't work, he downloaded the stuff and sent them to me on msn. That didn't work too, the bloody connection kept getting reset. So now, he's going to burn it and pass it to me.



WHAT A SWEETIE.



=)))))))



So I'm seeing him tmr.



If I could fall into the sky

do you think time would pass me by

And you know I'd walk a thousand miles,

if I could just see you, tonight.

Met Jeevitha yesterday!



It was wonderful talking to her after so long. It was like seeing a favourite blankie after very long. Heh!



She curled her already curly hair, anyway! She looks very afro now. Suits her, lots. You've finally done it, eh Jee? =D



Wish I cld say more about our 3hrs together but I'm totally pressed for time!



*demonstrates being presssed for time for putting hands on face and dragging cheeks downwards, in deprivation of lovely, precious time*



Meeting Char tmr. Lunch at Temasek Poly, shopping in town!



Nite!

I'm in love and I'm a happy fool. =DDD



Sara's good too. Had a long chat with him. He's got a crush on a girl, can you believe that! I'm so happy he's moving on! He misses me sometimes he says, but he'll get over it. I even adviced him on how to approach the girl!



We're buddies and I don't feel like a bitch anymore.



Did you hear that? I don't feel like a bitch anymooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!!



*starts singing in a very un-bitchy way, ala the then-decent Mariah Carey*



Hey, Hannibal, don't worry about me getting into a relationship so soon. It's fine really. And don't worry, I'm not banging him. Yet. =D



Kit! I stayed at home today but somehow, I cldn't call you. Sorry. =) I'll call you tmr, k? No wait, it's early morning, so I'll call you at a later part of the day. Commented on your blogpost, anyway!



Char! Sorry about the no reply to your sms thing. *looks sheepish* I'll sms you or call you later, babe!



Jeevitha! If you're reading this, you must have seen Jay's pics already. Call me. =D



Ok, enough shit for me, I'm tired. It's past 3am.



Mornin!

Went out with Jay last night.



I want to say so many things but I can't. See, Sara'll be reading this. And I don't know if this is the best time for him to. Can't stop himself from going to my blog, he says. BAH. Maybe I shld change my blog add, like I told you, Sara.



Anyway, all I can afford to say about yesterday is that it was absolutely wonderful. And when I say wonderful, I really mean it, the whole sense of the word. Nothing less than that. :-)



Think it's time for me to ask myself a question, try to answer it and inevitabley hit 'Publish Post' feeling as unsatisfied as I did in the first place.



*ahem*



What makes a woman beautiful?



Is it the face? Conventionally beautiful big, almond-shaped eyes; a straight pert nose(not too broad, please); haughty high cheekbones; curvy, pouty lips and a chin that's not too big, not too small, not sticking out too much, not pointing down, not too this, not too that. And a clear forehead. Let's not forget clear, baby-butt-smooth skin.



Or is it the body? Perky boobs, big, but not too huge(36 inches); a 24-inch waist, if possible, 23; 36-inch hips(not too fleshy, please). No hair in sight except for a head full of thick (but not too thick, please), soft, fragrant, non-frizzy glorious hair. Thin arms with long feminine fingers; legs like a baby giraffe; long, graceful neck and a beautiful, clear back with no spare-tires, love handles and the like.



I have just described the perfect woman. Or have I?



See, my real question is, what IS perfection?



People say, and I do agree with them, that perfection is relative. But how relative is it really? How come so many people cite Aishwarya Rai, Miss World 1994 as the perfect beauty when at the same time, they say Catherine Zeta-Jones is perfect? These individuals look very different from each other. Very different faces, very different bodies. So if one is perfect, how can the other be too?



Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against these people. Lots of other celebrities, men included, have the reputation of being the best of the human species in terms of looks. Think Bradd Pitt, Hrithik Roshan. These people aren't identical. But they're all perfect. Now how can that be? Are they perfect in their own way? What makes them so wonderful that we, the commoners, aren't perfect ourselves? Or are we perfect too, in our own way? But, if everyone's perfect, what does being perfect mean anymore?



What IS perfection?



I have been called perfect a couple of times. There's this time I remember clearly. My sister's friend, a girl from Germany, stayed in my house for 2 days. Since my sister was busy with work, I had to keep her entertained and I enjoyed her company, lots. Her name's Anja (pronounced as Anya, just like my mail-add. How about that, huh?) So she was going back to Germany and I couldn't go with her to the airport since I had school. My sister did and Anja told her this about me: I'm beautiful, I've got a nice body, I'm smart and I'm such a sweetie. I'm perfect.



When I heard that, I was very flattered. VERY. Then I got thinking. Why am I perfect to her? What makes me so perfect in her eyes? Am I really that good? No, I'm not. So why did she say that? I dunno. I know I'm good-looking but I'm not breath-takingly beautiful. Nor do I have such a wonderful character. And I've got huge thighs. So what's it that's perfect?



Then I got thinking more. How come I'm not perfect? How come huge thighs can't be perfect? Who's idea of perfection do we follow? Who made up these rules of perfection. Who can say perfection is relative and truly agree?



Must go now, mom's screaming.

you are lavenderblush #FFF0F5

Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

I'm too bored to blog these days.



Life's BORING.



My continuation of the chalet stay's just hanging in the air.



*watches it helplessly hang in the merciless air*



Merciless air? God help me.



*floats in unforgivingly boring and bored shit*

Don't feel like bloggin now. I've done some tests, so here they are. =) Gnit!



Which Micheal Jackson Are You? - Liquid Generation













The Bitch Quiz! - Liquid Generation







While not the bitchiest bitch in the planet, you definitely know how to piss people off- especially your parents, who are themselves both bitches too. If you were locked in a room with another bitch, you'd outbitch them 2 to 1, but not because you're bitchier, because you might be a female dog.







Ya know, the bitch quiz is stupid.

Back-o! From the chalet-o! Yay-o! Lame-o.



Quite alot to write y'noe. Think I'll have a separate part for each day. *changes to a french accent* I'm being very smart, no? I truly think so. Ah bien! If I want to be finished today, I must start now! *ends french accent* Dunno if the 'ah bien' part makes sense but hey, you're in MY world now. Mmm-mmm-mmmuahahahaha!



Bear with me, I'm dead tired.



Day 1 - 30th July 2004, Friday



My 1st sister and I went to the chalet first. The time was...6, I think. We started unpacking, taking inventory, cleaning, y'noe, the chalet blah. Something weird happened to my phone. The service provider's name on my phone screen changed from the normal STARHUB-SGP to MY CELCOM. Like hello? I was so puzzled and so was my sister who's service provider was miraculously now TM-TOUCH. Think the waves in the air or something get mixed up at this part of the island. So me, the ultimate Siemens expert, got down to fixing both phones, one in each hand. I changed the network configurations. And there it was, my darling STARHUB-SGP on both phonescreens! I did a little dance.



Then it was time to do the decorations for the party the next day. I was assigned to the lonely and literally breath-taking job of blowing up the balloons. Why lonely? Well I didn't know till then that my sister's got some sort of a balloon-phobia. I loved it! I just kept blowing the balloons in her face and pretending to burst them. I didn't burst any though. See, I'm scared myself. The end result, the chalet looked cheerful and WHOOPY!!-ish. Mission accomplished, we had some coffee and peanuts, the only readily eatable food we had so far. And we started dancing to some 80s Tamil hits. A bunch of north indian guys were passing by in their deafening motorcycles and screamed "Whhooo! WHHOOWWEEEEEAAEE!!" Somehow they managed to make themselves heard.



So the rest of my family and my 1st brother-in-law's parents showed up, gushed over the big and attractive layout of the chalet, had dinner, argued over who sleeps next to Madhu (I lost) and finally entered dreamland.





Day 2 - 31st July 2004, Saturday



The BIG day. I stayed in the chalet, helped out with the preparations, bathed, dressed decently and sat down, waiting for the guests to arrive. NOT.



The truth is, I went out with Jay! Like I mentioned in the earlier post. I told them I went to work, if you consider having lunch, watching a movie and being ridden home, all with someone who's company you love, work. Heh! We watched i-Robot. The movie was ok, I guess. Nice but nothing really fantastic. I loved the movie-watching experience though. Didn't you, Jay? ;-D Oh and Will Smith himself is half-robot! Now who wld have thought of that, huh? Like I always exclaim to Jay, "Power sia!" Ok, enough shit.



Before the movie, we had lunch. Well he had lunch and I had desert. See, I had just had a heavy breakfast of fried rice. I know, fried rice for breakfast is weird but what can I do if I was born into a weird-assed family? So he had the fish thingie burger and I had a Hershey's ® Sundae Pie, at Burger King. I had just finished one-fifth of my pie when he finished his whole freakin burger. I was like WHOA. And he didn't eat it like a pig, ya know? Very neat and clean. Guess it's the HUGE bites that did the trick.



After lunch we roamed around the place a little, looking at the small shops but never really going inside, being surprised to see really really old and huge handphones that are still on sale and talking some nonsensical stuff the whole way, normally the most bullshittish stuff put in by me. Finally it was time for the movie. We sat down, waiting to see either Will Smith or a robot when a movie called The House of Flying Daggers started showing. We were given the wrong tickets! So out we scrambled, Jay got our tickets exchanged and soon we were running to another theatre. So we watched the movie.



The movie ended and we were going towards the exit of the theatre. I was feeling really happy and satisfied. It was short-lived though. See, my sister's best friend was standing right outside the theatre entrance/exit, waiting to go in and watch her movie. I wanted to die. Pretending not to have noticed her wldn't have worked cos I shld have been blind not to. So I talked to her, with Jay beside me. She asked me who he was and I told her, "Oh this is my friend, Jay." Then came the shaking-hands session.



She pointed to the blue rose in my hand and asked with a smile, "What is this?" I totally forgot I was holding Jay's rose. I wanted to swallow it.



"This? Oh...nothing! Heh heh!!"



We talked a little more, small talk. Then we left. I felt bloody horrible. I went to the loo, freshened my make-up and emerged looking much better but feeling dreadful. Jay tried his best to comfort me, saying nothing will happen, I'll reach home soon, she won't say anything about me to my sister. After a while, it worked.



We got into his red car and spent an eternity getting out of the carpark. There was this stupid man in front of us at the...what's it called? Ticketing machine? I dunno. Well yeah, that man seemed sorta stupid. Ha, Jay kept making fun of him! Farny ,man! *thinks back to what Jay said* Hahahhahha!!



Oh shit. I've got to go. Must vaccuum. BAH. Will continue tonight or tomorrow.



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