someone in Chuan Park bought a Saab

yes, it's true. imagine my shock. there exists one other person possessing good taste in Chuan Park. i haven't seen the Peugeot 607 or the Alfa Romeo 147 since goodness knows how long, so they've likely disappeared. this leaves the Saab as the only non-tasteless car in Chuan Park.

my mum just came home with hair dyed several shades lighter than before. even she admits she looks like an ah lian, but she's ok with it.

MOM: [over phone to friend] "aye! wait until you see me then call me ah lian ok! don't anyhow ah-lian-ah-lian-ah-lian jing song like that okay!"

my brother also has decided that he wants to dye his hair for the duration of the end of year vacation. my mom is okay with that as well. what am i to do?

xuan's birthday came around on friday. here's a sampling of the gifts he got: a baseball bat, a protein shake consisting of 50 grams protein, and whipped cream down his underpants. the whipped cream didn't go so well, as it was likely very old; there was mold all over the cover and nozzle. plus, they broke the nozzle in the process of trying to hold him down for the kill.

that was after going for lunch with xuan and co. originally the plan was Thai Express, but when we got there it was still closed, hence we spent some time slumming it at Siglap Center McDonald's [i'm loving it!] and buying McMuffins either to justify/legalize our taking up three tables or to stave off hunger. later, we decided to just eat at the yong tau foo store near Siglap Center.

having gone through the period where my mother sold ready-to-cook yong tau foo at the Holland Village Wet Market, i've had enough yong tau foo to bust three-lifetimes' yong tau foo quotas. [believe it or not this was one of the better periods of my life. we even had a Saab 9000CD] but, to avoid being a whiny bitch on someone else's birthday, i went along with it.

trying hard to remember what i liked and what i didn't [actually what i didn't tend to throw up after eating], i grabbed five or six pieces to add to the collective plates, in case they favored the kinds of yong tau foo i'd rather not encounter again.

so imagine my suprise when we sat down to four large plates piled high with yong tau foo. each plate roughly the size of a typical QWERTY keyboard. and the auntie [i assume] running the place was kind enough to charge us a measly $5.50 per person, because it was xuan's birthday, and even quipped if we dared to come back again.

and, yes, i fell asleep during the O Level Cheenese Paper Two later on because i was too full.

apparently he will also be on the receiving end of a likely obscene t shirt on monday, for which i have contributed printing suggestions. wonder what the end result'll be.

makes me wonder what i'm going to do for my birthday, in twenty-five days.

"i think i'm drowning
asphyxiated
i wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
i wanna play the game
i wan't the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out"

- "Time Is Running Out", Muse