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OK, it’s been awhile since I last wrote an entry. I DID try writing one afew weeks back but bloody blogger hung again (starting to get quite cheesed off with their platform). Anywyas, can’t sleep as usual, will get to that …. Thus my usual ritual to curb insanity and boredom …

Trip Back
As most of you people would already know, was in Singapore for the week off (and no, it wasn’t a vacation at all as most of you would think of it). Yea yea yea, it was one of my ‘jetsetting/fleeting/ zooming in and out’ trip. When I say this is ‘cos some people think it’s abit of joke because I’m always around when I’m not, go figure. Not that I’m complaining to have gone back for the week, it was for legitimate reasons anywho.

As usual, induldged in chicken rice, not to the optimum level but boleh tahan til I get back at the end of November (fleeting RIGHT?). And much to the relief of Kevin and dames, I did not induldge in my other gastronomical adventures, PRATA!!! .. ah !! , but we’ve got about 3 months for that when I get back guys, brace yourselves … haha

Anyways, arrived back in isle, dumped my stuff and headed straight to Evan’s and Vic’s birthday gathering at Serena’s (apologise for not buying the wind lah, paiseh). It was a complete 180 degree change from the usual birthday gatherings that the PFL crew would have, mellow by our standards but I was happy to be back and the bottle of wine to myself no less.

Saturday night, first off, was Auntie Kim’s house warming, her new pie in he sky, somewhere along Bukit Timah, cool digs. And then, it was off to Shaun ‘Sahunneh’ James “Jalto?” Jalleh’s birthday at his crib, his passage to adulthood is complete, where everytging and anyting goes downhill from then on .. haha, was yet another mellow, alcohol filled night, ermbut I don’t think my uncle and auntie appreciated us doing a congo at 3 a.m. in the morning to Buena Vista Social Club’s Guantanmera, good times nonetheless. And yes, b’day boy got his revenge on me, I had to clean after him (his whole room smelt like 3 day old Bolognese sauce… nevermind). But I’m not the one to bear a grudge cos I did get the satisfaction of bitch slapping him, hahah,,, PSCYCHED!
The week that entailed the weekend was kinda quiet, was left to my own vices most of the time, revisited few of my usual eating haunts, went househunting with Dames and his parents, I must say that some of the houses are designed rather innovatively, that whole genre of contemporary, modern Singaporean ot Balinese architecture(??!! Wah, adcilly spell collect in da furst time).

Friday, the reason why I came back for the week: My grandmother’s birthday, was nice to have everyone again, though I seriously can’t remember theire names half of the time. Can’t really blame, I see the extended family like what?? Twice a year at the most?? But I’m getting there though, starting to remember more names now. However, it was nice to see her happy and yet another good reason to get sloashed again and it was also quite amusing sitting on the ‘golf kaki’ table, just listening Richard hou pulling out crap from his arse is worth it. Afterthat, it was off to Paulander Brauhaus at millennia (*ahaem*, where only Enzo’s Ferreri get to park free, why the fuck siah?/ what if you drive a Bentley or something? .. such snobs.. tsk) with few of mom’s friends (well, basically my adult friends now lah). The brew was excellent, had a litre pint of that specially brewed October fest lager/ale, smooth and it didn’t reallt sit on the belly.

Saturday night, went for that Cirque de Soleil performances. Hmmm, I don’t know whether it be me to be eaily awestruck but it was just entertainging, or maybe cos I’m just freak’n blind… ah well.

Afterthat, didn’t really wanred to waste my Saturday night, or what was left of it at home. So russled up dames and Kevin and we hit the town, we didn’t start with a bang, more like our tails between our legs. First off, we went to the Gallery, and on most nights Coccolatte is a sausage fest, and it was no different again. So, feeling realy desperate not to kill the night, we went down to Clarke Quay to see if we could snaek into Gotham, but to no avail, we were scraping the bottem already, even contemplathing going to m Mo’s (can you say Robin Lllleeee-ong kids). But alas, good things comes to those who wait, we ened up at living room bar at the
Back in the groove
Adter that night, was one more family dinner and I was back in Perth by Monday afternoon.

Been a rather shitty week so ar, next thing I knew when I came back I was hit with a viral infection, so I was in bed for most of the week in a horixontal, hallucinating sorta coma. There wasn’t cries of ‘bang my hea aganst the wall’ this time round, but the tamer ones of me being the dude being tied up in Gulliver’sTravel and one other that I can’t remember, but it was weird, like you should be when youre burning up. I’ll say it again as I did say it before, thanks again Dee Dee for the help ///;o)

Ok, I’m finally done, the longest entry I’ve written by far. You’ve been a wonderful audience this morning.

Word Count: 1.055 E F F O R T L E S S L Y.. wish I could say that about my uni work these days.. argh