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Currently listening to: Nothing

It was really random. Like, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when he came along and, without a word, did what he set out to do. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me what and why, and I was like, huh?

Didn't think too much about it after that, even though they brought it up for a bit some time later. It was only towards the end of the day when they went full throttle, and I was left quite taken aback by their "comments". I was more than prepared to brush off those "comments" as one of their many jokes, but I couldn't because they seemed really serious about it, and they kept at it for a while.

I'm not complaining about their "comments". In fact, I'm really quite flattered by them. But I am also equally baffled by them. I mean, it has been 24 years, and this is the very first time that I have come across such "comments".

Hmm.

Incense

Currently listening to: Soujiro's Past Slavery from Rurouni Kenshin

Finally! After weeks of suppressing the desire, not even the horrid weather (rain and wind and a little bit of hail) could stop me from embarking on my shopping spree this afternoon. I didn't end up buying what I had planned on buying (from looking at the catalogues online), but I did buy some other things. So it's all good. I'm happy. And broke. But that's alright. Because I'm happy. Muaha.

Many thanks to BB and girlfriend for tagging along. I do feel bad that they had to wait around for me while I tried on things and looked at stuffs. But I'm glad to have their company. Would've been a little lonely without them.

Twix

Currently listening to: Mama I'm A Big Girl Now from Hairspray

These days, I don't know why, but everytime I finish dinner, I feel like munching on something. Anything. As long as I'm eating. Something. Otherwise, I feel a bit restless. Which is not a very nice feeling to have.

It's not particularly healthy, this eating habit of mine, especially when the things I eventually munch on are junk food. I'm not worried about putting on weight; if you don't already know I CANNOT put on weight. Really. And I'm not complaning about it. It's just not very healthy, eating the way I eat, that is all.

Dang it I feel like a HUGE shopping spree. Again. Argh.

Upbeat

Currently listening to: Nothing

My sleeping habits are reverting! Oh no!

On another note altogether, I'm loving the month of October so far. It's been a good time.

Can't wait to see what November has to offer. And December. And 2009.

Significance

Currently listening to: 心战 by 阿兰

The previous entry was my 777th entry on this blog.

The 9th season of CSI officially started airing exactly 1 week ago.

Also exactly 1 week ago, the 9th album of Jay Chou was supposed to be released (it was postponed to yesterday due to early leakage of the songs on the Internet).

Recap again

Currently listening to: Nothing

7th October
Was about to have dinner at home; it was actually dinner from the day before. Then I got two calls from a friend asking me to accompany him to dinner with a mutual friend's family. So I did. For the first time ever, I actually managed to finish the main meal (minus the salad). Interesting. Spent the next couple of hours at mutual friend's new place fixing up the study table (I tried to help, but gave up in the end because I was totally hopeless).

8th October
Was planning to have dinner with a few friends at the same place I had dinner the night before, but I underestimated the popularity of the place and was told that there was going to be a half-hour wait when I got there. We decided to try our luck at this other place, which was actually also quite full, but we got lazy and decided to stay and wait. It was a good dinner; time well spent catching up with friends (more like updating them on my recent lifestyle). And the sweet darlings got me a gift card from the uber-expensive Mi Piachi store.

Oh, and I got an early (or just-in-time) gift from Immigration New Zealand too.

9th October
Forced myself to stay awake until 12 midnight, just so that I can wish my "Big Brother" (BB for short from now on) Happy Birthday. 2 hours later, my phone kept ringing with text messages coming from my Mum and Dad back in Malaysia. I didn't check their messages until the next morning when I woke up for work. Throughout the day, I got more messages from various people. My sweet colleague got me a gift voucher from Arthur Barnetts, and another sweet friend-cum-colleague (and "sister-in-law") got me a box of chocolates.

Later, I was supposed to have dinner with a friend, but as it turned out, said friend had actually planned a surprise dinner with the appearance of some other friends. To be honest, it felt weird at first, because I was the "main character", and as such, I felt obligated to do something to entertain them. Only, I didn't know what to do, or how to entertain them. Fortunately, it got better towards the end, and by the time the cake came out, I was pretty much enjoying myself.

There was this moment when I opened their gift for me (these 4 guys), and it was Gucci's Envy Me perfume. They started telling me about how they were trying to figure out which perfume to get me, and when I asked if all 4 of them had actually gone to the perfume counter and tried out every single perfume available, they said yes. I imagined them 4 guys standing at the perfume counter, each one of them holding a few strips of perfume testers. It was (and still is) a rather funny image.

Anyway, I believed them, and was touched to the point of tears (almost). But later I found out that it was not true. Not so touched anymore, but still touched. Because one of them organised the whole surprise dinner, one of them helped with the preparation of the shark fin's soup, one of them helped with the gift-purchasing, and the last one made the dinner all the more enjoyable.

Update: Apparently two of them went to test the perfumes, not four, not one.

10th October
Attended a friend's son's 1st birthday party. Helped with the sourcing of extra food, but left not long after with BB and 2 other friends to have some other food. Went on to this karaoke place for a few hours of singing, before heading back to BB's place and stayed there chatting until 5.30 in the morning.

11th October
Woke up fully at about 2.30pm, left the house at about 4.30pm to shop for drinks and snacks, went to BB's place and stayed there for dinner, headed home at about 8.15pm, went back to BB's place at about 9.15pm, then headed off to another friend's place at about 10pm. There was a road block on the way (breath test), and there were about 6 cars of ours, all of which contained at least 1 carton of beer. Good thing we were only just getting started; otherwise everyone (the drivers anyway) would've blown it.

Anyway, I started drinking my 42 Below Manuka Honey vodka (a gift from BB) mixed with either appletiser or lemonade at about 11, and by the second glass, I can already feel the alcohol going to my head. I kept on drinking anyway, despite the fact that no one was actually asking me to drink or drinking with me. By the time almost everyone had left, I was pretty much VERY high, but was still able to contain myself. Up until the very last glass. I took one sip of that last glass, managed to contain myself for a little bit longer, and then promptly rested my head on a friend's lap. A few minutes later, I got up and tried to make my way to the bathroom, was helped there by BB, threw up a little, and was helped back to the main room, where I was then helped to the car to be sent home. Before getting to the car, I asked for my bag so that I can look for my keys and pass it to them. It must have been a rather funny sight, because there I was, squatting down on the ground, trying to open the bag, but ended up pulling out the zipper. Then, I got tired so I sat down instead, and continued runmaging through the bag for my keys. It took me 3 tries before I got them out; the first 2 times I pulled out a lipgloss and a lipstick.

So after all that, they bundled me into the car, and I could hear them contemplating if they should send me home or send me to their place instead. I guess they must have decided on the former, but because I had insisted on getting out of the car to throw up some more when they stopped by at their place first, I ended up spending the night on the sofa in the lounge (at their place). As usual, the throwing up process was not pleasant (especially when there was nothing to throw up), but oh well. At least I had fun first.

12th October
Woke up with a hangover (of course), but must have been used to it by now (the feeling of having a hangover), as I didn't feel as bad as I used to. Was made fun of by BB and my other friends, who kept using this huge teddy bear to demonstrate the events from the night before. Sure it was embarassing, but I guess it was not too bad. At least I gave them something to laugh about. Was picked up by a friend to go and pick up my car and laptop, before heading home to take a shower and then sleep some more. Got up a few hours later and went online, before going back to bed and tossed and turned for about an hour or two before finally falling asleep again.

Pillow talk

Currently listening to: Heart Battle by Alan

I can totally understand why his current girlfriend dig him so much. I mean, he has his flaws, that's for sure; no one in this world is perfect. But he has qualities that most girls would love for their other half to possess, and that pretty much makes up for his flaws.

I don't dig him the same way his girlfriend does. Doesn't mean that I don't dig him though. Because I totally do. To me, he is the older brother that I never had. Who makes fun of me all the time. Who tricks me at every opportunity that he can get. Who keeps me company when I am bored and alone. Who makes me feel that my company is appreciated and not unwanted. Who takes care of me in his own special way.

I truly, truly feel blessed to have known him. I guess, despite all my wrongdoings, I must have done something right after all, to deserve this.

Phew

Currently listening to: Nothing

I am beginnning to wonder if I should have just kept it to myself, and not have told anyone about it at all. Well, there were 3 others besides myself who also knew about it, 2 if you don't count the third who is not around to pose any kind of threat whatsoever.

But now, at least another 5 knows about it, 2 of which I have told myself. The other 3, 1 I figured it is only appropriate that she knows, 1 asked me about it (I have this philosophy where if you ask, I will tell, unless it is truly unspeakable), and the last one, I figured that things have come to a point where it doesn't matter anymore whether he knows or not.

I am absolutely certain that, out of the 8, 5 of them will not be the ones to let the cat out of the bag at any one point in their lives. However, the remaining 3, I am not too sure. 1 I am about 75% sure, 1 I am also about 75% sure (the fact that she will not be around for long helped with the percentage), and the last one, I can only be 50% sure.

Telecom sucks

Currently listening to: Heart Battle by Alan

This song is actually a Chinese song. The theme song for the Chinese movie Red Cliff.

Anyway.

Remember the almost-6-hours phone call? Want to know how much it cost? Care to take a guess?

Hint: it is slightly more expensive than my Mi Piachi boots.

The moment I saw the bill, all thoughts of retail therapy completely flew out of the window. It sucked then, and it still hurts now, thinking about it. I mean, I could've bought around 10 different tops with that money. 10!

Stupid, STUPID me. Stupid.