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♥ STOP SAYING I'M BLOGGING BORE ♥
3.22.2006
I've heard people saying that my blog is getting boring. GAHS. And I shall not avoid the fact that i am blogging because I want people to come in and read my nonsensical thoughts. I CRAVE FOR ATTENTION SO SHOWER ME WITH YOUR CRITICISM.
Well, so Miss Chan brought that to me recently when we went out for a bingeing spree. SEOUL GARDEN. We argued over it, cos many of her friends claim that seoul garden's food is way below universal "fresh" standards.
BUT, being such a spoilt brat, i will DEFINITELY not opt for some poor air conditioned, filthy, plastic seats places. Like those by the road with some weird uncles or aunties who will come up to you and: yao chi huo guo ma? (want steamboat?).
So I rebutted by saying the food smell "not fresh" because seoul garden is always in a mall with no decent air circulation. Kristel nodded abit.
Then I continued, other out-tak places don't marinate your chicken and beef and fish and blas. Kristel exclaimed: OH YA!
And i added: You can't find places where you make your own ice kachang and get mountains of ice cream piled up without getting anyone's attention. And they don't really charge for food wastage.
And so i won the war of "which steamboat place to go"
After getting much food and seated down comfortably at the table, Miss Low came. As usual, LATE.
So we started chatting, competing with the splattering of oil and the mad howling of a guy next to our table.
He went like this: WAH, BLA BLA BLA BLA BLEE BLEE BLEE BLOO BLOO BLOO BLAM SLAM MAM HAM DAMN.
One word: irritating
Back to poor blogging:
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I stopped, the piece/slice/lump of red char siew hung helplessly on the wooden chopsticks. Hmm, i thought to myself, yeah hor, my blog is getting real boring. It's becoming like those teenage girls who try to complain to the whole world about their woes in relationships and their wants in superficial society.
I looked back at the history of my blog, and one entry caught my eye, it had ChangBoon's face next to a dinosaur. I LAUGHED LIKE HELL. And i realised The way i blogged really changed.
So lets switch it back.
The char siew chicken yelped in pain, while the other food begged for mercy.
No chance, i paid 12+ bucks for this meal and I'm not going to eat anything less than that just because these pathetic lumps begged on their....kness?...lumps...
I gobbled food down like I've not eaten for centuries (now children, that is exaggerating, a person who didn't savour anything for that long should be considered dead. Unless he sits under a big oak tree and gained enlightenment.)
Finally, we were out of that place. Putting the torture of scalding oil and noisy food + people behind us. And walked around boring-O Tampines Mall. I don't get why teenagers flock down to TM on weekends or holidays. It's boring, like hell. Maybe because i live in the east, so tada. TM is becoming more and more like a multi storey pasar malam
Once you step inside, you can hear screams coming from the top level arcade. Annoying. Then at the first storey, the big space always has the kind of "le long le long" things. And you see mad aunties trying to fit an XS tee-shirt into her son who wears XXL all along. Absurd.
I remembered one time, on the escalator. I looked down a I see RED briefs with some yellow wordings on it. I turned to Liting and asked: "Do you think the words are gong xi fa cai or zhao sheng gui zi?" because they are slapped right at the private area.
Liting laughed, when she settle down. She said: "maybe it's a very big FA"
LOFL
So now, the only attraction in TM is the GV and the rows and rows of capsule stations. I LIKE. And as usual i "ti-kum-ed" some. Kristel did too, but Wendy only stood by and watched.
We got those dogs that will float on water, and some will even paddle so that they actually move. Kristel got 2 floats and 1 pail. I got the pail on my first turn. HOW LUCKY. ayes~
And i suggested playing they right away, so we thought of some places with water. Like the basement and the roof. We decided on the roof in the end.
And i began my cam whoring hobby there. No, i won't post most of the photos here.
Let the zhu-rak-sick park tour begin.
oops, spelling..you NOW, not know. =). and it's whimpers.
Wendy, i don't know what you're taking. But i think you're holding your camera the wrong way.
After escaping death from the Kristosaurus...
The impact on the poor doggy was so great, he fell into depression..
But sadly, depressions make you dumber than usual...
And there's always someone who will offer to help, but also dumb enough to seek other's aid.
By then, he would've died.
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THANKS FOR READING
See ya~ =D
 Penned at 2:05 AM
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