I attended the sleaziest wedding ever. No joke. Chiam's wedding to be precise. Our class table was tucked at the pathetic corner right beside the damn kitchen. The food sucked. Thats cos I was being a bitch(again)and didn't wanna eat this and that. Which sums up to about 4/9 of the food served.
See, I didn't eat that disgusting sea-cucumber,(tannie reminded me that it looks like a penis when it's dried and sold in the market.), I didn't eat the suckling pig cos I'm a self proclaimed halal. I didn't eat the roast duck cos basically, I only eat white meat. I didn't eat the steamed prawns cos I'm allergic to them. Yup. People ought to stop inviting me for weddings. I just go there act pretty, be bitchy, bitch and bitch even more. They didn't even offer wine! Damnit.
The Brandy sucked. I almost died. The coke wasn't fizzy anymore so that sucked even more. But then, I had fun bitching about khoo(she was clad in some weirdo outfit again. makeup seemed rather nice on her though. bet she hired a makeup artist to do it for her), and all the lameass loser science teachers. I think it's damn loserfied to be doing science. Cos you just end up looking like a mad scientist if you aren't already one.
The company at my table was great so the night wasn't totally spoilt la, unlike my day. So bloody loserfied I swear. Who the hell wakes up at 7.15am for tuition, and then have another tuition at 2pm, and then rush off to a crappy wedding that looked like a riot was going on, on her birthday? Me. Thank you. Btw, the restaurant sucked. Have you heard of Noble House? Not me, till 5 hrs ago.
So anyway, thanks to everyone who smsed/called/came down personally to my house to wish me a happy birthday. x) Being 18 feels, normal. No significance.
Silly joleen, getting all excited for me when I'm just stoning.
Dearie reminded me of the time when I was supposed to sing with her for morning assembly. Eh. I can sing la ok. So anyway, one of the guitarist's guitar string snapped in the midst of my singing(IT WASN'T DUE TO BAD SINGING!!!)and I just turned and looked, and then ended up laughing into the microphone really loudly. In front of the whole school. Hahahhahaha. Of course both of us got fucked by my choir teacher later on but thats another story. Those were the good old days eh girl?
So thats it. My boring 18th. Bye bye people. Oh yeah. Happy Halloween! Too bad I'm not going ard the neighbourhood this year to see cute ang moh kids in their costumes, yelling "TRICK OR TREAT!!" and checking out those uber cool decos.

*Fighting these memories to go insane.