Monday, December 27, 2010

The big day?

Some say, it is the most important day in your life,
that is, your wedding day comes after it.

I doubt.

It was 9th of December, 2010.
Our graduation ceremony.

To me, it is merely a ceremony that I have to go through.
So what if I miss it?
My life still goes on (=_= of course. takkan you die?)
Really, that ceremony didn't really make a difference. (what do you expect then??)
I haven't started working yet. (oh that.. yea. now it makes sense)

Shut up.
Sorry, I was talking to my alter ego.
I can't go on if she keeps on interrupting me.
Sibuk betul.

Back to the track.
Well, most of the law graduates would continue furthering their studies,
we have to obtain the Certificate of Legal Practice before we could really be the law practitioners.
We are still students, after attending the graduation ceremony.
So I finally got to wear the graduation robe and the mortarboard,
which, I had worn for at least 2 times, (or 3?) since my age of 6.
We all had gone through decades of education,
2 years (or more) in pre-school,
6 years in primary school,
7 years in high school,
and finally, it only takes us 3 years to complete a degree.
3 years, are really insignificant if compared to decades of education we had previously had.
We didn't have to wake up early in the morning to catch the bus nor had our attendances taken during our college days.
We didn't have to be canned if we didn't complete our assignments. Oh, we called it homework back then.
We didn't have to stand on the chair nor by the door if we didn't bring our books.
We didn't have to be in uniform anymore - although we are still being restricted by dress codes in the college.
We didn't have to greet our lecturers in unison in the college.
We didn't have weekly assembly.
We didn't have...

Attending college seem to be easier than primary school and high school.

So what is so difficult about completing a degree course?

In your primary school and high school,
as long as you attend classes,
eventually, you would still have the chance to wear the robe and the mortarboard,
despite that there might be 7 F9s in your result.

The same thing doesn't apply in obtaining a degree.
It is a filtering process.
You have to be fine enough the go through the filtering layers.
One of my friend mentioned,
his mates in his A-level days are now nowhere be seen.
The same happens to me, and the rest of my current course mates too.
I bet that my friends in the current clique would not have thought that we would form such a combination.
We were only hi-bye friends by then.
Who would have thought that we would be discussing where to have lunch now?

The lunch gang

This is the difference between primary, high school days and college days.
Sad but true,
if one is not fine,
he or she will be left on the filter layer,
until he or she refines himself or herself.

And I have not reached the base.
I am still halfway through.
The only way I could make myself through is to keep on refining myself.

Done with the blues.
Relax bah people~

So nothing really special happened on that day.
It was quite a pathetic day la - I threw the mortarboard on my own - pathetic.
And I posed alone - pathetic x2.
No la, I didn't spoil the group picture, I was obediently serious when the photographer asked us to get ready.
And no la, I didn't throw the mortarboard on my own.
Not that pathetic.
Awesome shot by Jasmine Sia's dad - uncle Clement Sia.

And I performed - which was pathetic x3 because I didn't get to eat.
I swear I am not an attention seeker.
I wasn't choreographed in the middle all the time la.
Lalalalalala tell you the truth la, it wasn't a full split.

It turned out that my family reserved the food for me so it wasn't that pathetic hence we make it pathetic x2.
And it turned out that the food was blah so let us make it pathetic.

Let me tell you something la,
I wanted a boyfriend before my graduation ceremony,
so that I could have a mega bouquet of flowers,
but you know, I failed la.

I still have flowers from my family members =D
Miao Yii and Yim Fui given me a music box inserted in shape of a grand piano,okay it is proven that I look better with fringe

and the rest of the high school mates given me my Parker pen and an organiser.Yes I stressed my because my name is engraved on the pen.

Family and friends are simply amazing.
So am I.

Friday, November 12, 2010

1111 Happy Singles' Day

Yo this is so yesterday, literally.

I didn't want to stay home because I wanted to celebrate this very special day (eh you thought everyone has the chance to celebrate huh? You, you, you, you and you and you and you also, go on and celebrate your Valentine's 七夕 etc etc etc *sour),
hence two of my besties were dragged out despite that one of them and I have to work on the very next day.
(and one of them is not even single)

Xuan music cafe @ Kuchai Lama is a place which we've always wanted to be.
One reason is that Yim Fui (original name Ying Huey)'s sister-in-law, a cafe singer is of the opinion that Xuan's singers sing well.

Another is that one day, we passed by Xuan and we saw that only a pathetic few of them occupy the table. We felt sad for the singers who can have interaction with no one except among themselves so we decided to do them a favour by paying them a visit and by giving them a chance to interact with us.

So Miao Yii (original name Mei Yi) and I both ordered some unusual drink - Roselle tea and black date vinegar. Yim Fui's was pretty ordinary - tomato juice. It's just that her tomato juice was yellow in colour instead of red. Okay my knowledge on plants is not that bad, I do realise that there are yellow tomatoes.

And Yim Fui had been busy playing this mind-fucking stuff.
I stopped playing while I had the contemplation to tear the whole thing apart.

The cafe closed at 1am and we ought to sleep by that time because as I have mentioned, both Miao Yii and I have to work and Yim Fui had been sleeping less than 15 hours in 3 days due to exam preparation. Superwoman or what??? I thought me sleeping less than 10 hours in 2 days is very geng already.

Next, we went to a place which is open all day long, my house.
(how come I feel cheesy saying so?)

So we spent 3 hours on playing with Carpy, attacking each other's acupuncture points, and playing different variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars on the piano.

And then it was 4am.
Which, I had only less than 4 hours to sleep.
Upon sending them back and washing up, it was already 4.20am.

So I came up of a brilliant way to prevent myself from oversleeping,
that was to sleep on the couch in the living room.
I am a light sleeper and I know that I would be awaken when my grandma open the gate.
And I thought that I would have no problem falling asleep as that is my usual napping spot.

You know what?
God read my mine, my wish was granted.
Now not only that I did not oversleep and will not be late for work, I have sufficient time to write as well.

I did not get to sleep at all.
I closed my eyes,
but something kept on running in my mind.
I wished I were dreaming but whenever I wanted to open my eyes, I could.
I hadn't fall asleep at all la.
Don't you envy that God treats me so well?

How laaaaaa??
I feel very de sleepy and it's raining now and it's good to sleep but I can't!!!!

Okay geh... 3 hours of teaching wouldn't kill me.
And after that, I have 5 hours to sleep before I go to my night lecture.
It will work out well, I believe.

Oh yea, it's time for preparation.
Good morning.
And Happy Singles' Day.
My nostrils said hello.

Are you thinking, no wonder she is single...?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Weekly dine out at Poco Homemade

One day, I told my family,
we shall not stick to home-cooked food.
Yes yes yes it is a nontroversy that home-cooked food is very healthy and cheap but...

Malaysia is a gastronomical heaven,
food reviews have been spreading around and really, it's such a waste for not to try them out.

Actually I'm not that of a great sister/granddaughter/niece la-
I want to dine out at new places and I feel too paiseh to find a long term companion hence I drag my family members into picture.
Blame my esurience.

So that's it.
Every Tuesday.
New places. Same faces.
The rules are pretty simple - there shall be no repetition.

You just have to cincai dook the GPS,
and an uber long list of restaurants would appear before your eyes,
They want to repeat also cannot lah.

This is the... 4th or 5th week.
Finally I made myself to a place which I have always wanted to go.
(even before they move to Bangsar!)

Neh. There it is.
Eh I tell you,
I didn't know photography is strictly prohibited until I saw the phrase on their website.
It seemed like the waitress was okay with it.
She didn't stop me from doing so and there is no sign in the cafe which indicates so...

So we just happily snapping around la.

Oh by the way, it took them quite a while for the food to be served.
I might have lost my patience if not for their quaint decorations...And adorable creatures.
Now who say we look alike???

Nah this is the tofu cake I've always wanted to try.
Basically the cake consist of 3 layers - cheese at the top, tofu in the middle and bottomed with crusts.


Was it cheese?
Can't really remember.
Don't scold me if I got it wrong.

In short, I like it~
We finally don't look alike.
While taking the portraits,
we didn't know each other's expressions.

But sisters being sisters,
both of us pout, in different pictures.
And both of us smile too, in different pictures as well.

Monday, November 8, 2010

OverTime which we had to pay for

It sounds like we were the boss.

Firstly, I have to thank my friend Hafez for inviting us to the Flynnivessary concert set at KL Live.
I really feel sorry for wasted a ticket which entitled for admission of two heads.

Truth is, I didn't really enjoy watching the concert.
I love music - zero doubt about it.
Sad to say, I couldn't be able to find a nice spot to watch!
It was crowded even in a VIP area...

Well, only if those in front of us could sit down.

Then again, who would want to sit while watching a rock concert?

So, (sorry Hafez! If you are reading...) we decided to head to somewhere else,
somewhere of which we could enjoy ourselves better.

Then when we happily stepped out of the Life Centre,
it was raining...

Potong steam betul.

No fear!
You think a little downpour could dampen our mood??!
We were so determined to have fun that nothing could stop us!!
(only if this passion is applied in work...)

So, we decided to head to the next door to enjoy a drink or two.

By drinks, I mean mocktail. Or juice.

April and I are more of warm tea rather cold beer people.
We do drink, occasionally but if given a choice, we would opt for some non-alcoholic drinks.

I really don't understand leh why should we pay to get suffered:
Blush! (They said that this is the sign of good blood circulation)
Puke! (I have very low tolerance for alcohols)
Rashes! (Is that allergy?)
Floats! (I can't even walk properly I feel like a soul without its body)
Glares! (It's difficult to drive when every light you see glares at you)

While we were enjoying the songs played by the live band,
an uncle approached us.

Don't think too much,
he wasn't trying to flirt with us,
he was doing his job - he is none other but the manager of the lounge's.

See, things do not always sail smoothly along our will.
(that's why I am still single grrrrrrrr)
The manager spent us 1 pint (or half) of their signature Starker fresh beer each.

While we were drinking, he kept on promoting how amazing and rare and unique their fresh beers were.

Okay, I would say that that is the smoothest beer I have ever had in my life.
Kilkenny used to be my favourite but now Starker is at the top of the list. (sorry Guinness I don't like you!)
Well, Overtime is the only place which offer such drinks though.

Anyway!! I am saying so not because I got it for free!!
We still got blushed from drinking them!!

No difference from other alcoholic drinks wokeh??
It's quite mild, I didn't vomit though.

Right, spare the drinks, and back to Overtime.

I always enjoy watching live band because of the musicians.

I admire musically inclined souls.
See, I am easily infatuated with musicians, regardless of how gross they are when they are not attached to their instruments.
Well, it's like an on-off button.
Whenever they started playing the instruments, the feeling of infatuation would flow to the mind and once they stopped it, the gate would shut and I would feel deh what was I thinking?

One thing I notice is that I usually infatuated with musicians who play musical instruments that I can't play. Hence I have never had any feeling for a pianist or keyboardist.
This is one of the reasons of I picking up the bass guitar (another one of it is that I look cool!! Well, at least I am honest. Okay further more, I am curious).
If I can play the bass guitar, I wouldn't get infatuated with bassist anymore.


Have I gone too far?

I tell you, if I were writing an essay in the high school,
my marks would have been deducted tremendously because I kept on inserting irrelevant points.

That is because I have nothing much to write about Overtime anymore.
Oh yea they have cute waitresses in cute costumes (who spend half of their working time playing with phone in the toilet) so if you have a fetish for that by all means, pay them a visit.

And since things always go against our will,
I shall now declare,
I want to stay single for life...

Err dare not to shout too loud because I afraid that God might grant me the wish.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Nothing beats going out with the soulamate

When it is a public holiday, you would feel mental imbalance if you stay home, doing assignments.

Although recently I get addicted to assignments, i.e., whenever I have one done, I would feel uber satisfied, I still need to get out occasionally.

Hence, the soulamates' hang out.

No. No typo.
The a is meant to be there.
(the word is originated from typo though)

*nanana are you scrolling up and down trying to match the mouths with the eyes??*

Somehow I wished that it could be a 4-people-outing.

Okay regardless from what angle Mei Yi tried to shoot and what position I attempted to shift,
our kawan would be in the picture.
Alright I understand. All he wants in his life is to have a picture taken with me.

Yo my baybee's daddy,
I hereby command you to appear before me as soon as possible.
what takes you so long?

Monday, November 1, 2010

the person who gave birth to me was given birth on this day in the history!!

You know who she is.

okay basically this is some last minute work.

I was playing Godfinger when I saw my sister, accompanied by a pile of decades old albums, scanning some old pictures.

She told me that it was mom's birthday and she needed to do something.
Erm.... her mom is my mom, of course.
So... as in...
By right, I need to do something too... right?

While I was still thinking of what should I do, she asked me why couldn't she put the scanned pictures onto Picasa.

Of course.

She saved all the pictures in PDF form, which could only opened by the Adobe Reader.

She then painstakingly rescanned all the pictures again.

That was when I thought that... Hey...perhaps I could give her a hand.

So that's it.
This video.

Compiled by my sister.
Edited by mua.

We can be quite awesome la.

Maybe I should thank the person who gave birth to the person who gave birth to me because without her, I wouldn't had been given birth and wouldn't be able to lead such wonderful life.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Hachiko's invasion

I just watched Hachiko: The Dog's Story last night despite that it has been released for over a year.

I can't get over it.

Whenever my mind is not occupied (eg peeing/driving),
those scenes in Hachiko's would flash through.

How Hachiko was lost in the train station.
How Hachiko was picked by the professor.
How Hachiko was trained.
How Hachiko tried to sneak out just to send its owner off.
How Hachiko sit handsomely while bearing the hope of the master's return - which never realised.
How Hachiko pictured the master's return at the last moment.

Okay la I felt better when the dog's wish was fulfilled by its own imagination but... it was not real.

It never happened.

Then I started to blame the producer of the show:
Why couldn't Professor Parker ala Richard Gere the dog's master die at home?
Hachiko wouldn't have to bear the expectation of the owner's return that way.

The idea that the dog was waiting for something which would never come, shattered my heart.
Whenever I think of the scenes,
my tears welled up and with a blink of eyes,
they would roll down.

My brother just sent me the scores of Hachiko's theme song,
and I couldn't complete the song,
my vision was blurred with tears.

And I can't help but to relate Hachiko to Carpy.

Every dog would wait for its owner's return.
I would never be alone notwithstanding that I return at four in the morning,
Carpy would be lying at the doorstep, waiting for me.

Whenever the gate opened,
the sleeping Carpy would spring up,
and welcome the return of it's owner with waving tails.

What if...

I went out and never returned?

now the sadder part.

What if...

I come back and what awaits me is darkness and silence?

I shared this idea with April and she comforted me that my grandma would be waiting for me,
led me to a worse idea.
I don't even want to go to that part.

It will happen, subsequently.

I think this is the best moment in my life but I know that I will not be in this situation for life.
Things will change.

If I were given a chance to choose,
I think I would choose to be the one who bear the sadness.

All of the sudden, I feel so reluctant to grow.
I hate the idea that I would be torn apart with my loved ones.

p/s: writing helps. I'm feeling better now.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Stockholm syndrome (2)

Currently listening to: Massive Attack - Paradise Circus

Read this.

Can die or not?
I'm suffering from the same syndrome.

I fell in love with someone who was...

How should I put it?
I don't want to use harsh words like disgusting or ugly because it's very de offensive la.

if I were to rate him,
it would be 1 out of 10.
At least everything of his was complete.

He was fat,
has thin hair,
thick lips,
oriental eyes,
onion nose,
and thick palm.

Alright picture it.

It too vulgar.
I can't do it.
It's truly vomit-inducing.

He's even more disgusting than the taxi lou.

But here's the twist.
As I have mentioned earlier,
I fell in love with him.


You say,

The best part?

He kidnapped me.

Yes. I was kidnapped.


Didn't know that I even get kidnapped?

It's not something I felt proud of.
I just don't feel like spreading it, although I sorta like doing it now.
I can't hide it anymore.
I have to tell,
but I wasn't able to do it through my teeth.

I can't remember the details very well.
I was too scared at that time.
Was locked in a dark abandoned house,
like those happened in a movie or a drama.
Food and drinks were provided.
Nothing special.
Forgotten how to solve my bladder problems though.

Don't worry,
my family paid the ransom,
everything is alright.
We didn't lodge a police report,
I fell in love with him, the kidnapper, that very person we were supposed to charge and put him behind the bar.

who would entertain a case which happened in my dream?

Thursday, October 7, 2010


It is vital that you understand Cantonese and Chinese in order for you to read this post.

I'm amazed by the power of language.
I'm amazed that people are able to communicate with and understand each others by words.

I mean, this is not something gifted by God, I suppose.
God did not teach us how to speak, how to read, how to write.
Our parents or our guardians or our teachers do.

So, my mother tongue is Cantonese.
I think I started learning Chinese in kindergarten, and fall in love with it thereof.
Needless to say, I understand Malay and English.
Hello, it's Malaysia. Who doesn't understand this?
I know a little of Italian too...
Okay I feel guilty saying so.
I can't speak Italian - I just know a bit of their terms - we have to memorise all those in our music theory.
My ex boyfriend used to communicate in Hakka with his friends and hence,
not only do I understand Hakka,
I can speak too.

That's why I said,
language is amazing.

Well, it is a known fact that most of the Malaysians know at least 3 languages
Most of us couldn't be able to profess in except for the mother langauge.
Hey no, even our mother language are emblazoned [or rather tainted] with our very own Malaysian elements.
Eg, we dont' pronounce 什么 as shen3me although it is the accurate pronounciation but we said sommok instead.
We usually shorten 这样 into 酱.

As for Manglish, please click here.
It's rest assured that you will be amused by those familiar terms.

Well yeap, this is our nature which non-Malaysians might find it difficult to understand.

So, not only Malaysian come out with their own languages,
we among ourselves do create some alien terms too.

Come, let me share some of them with you.

Again, if you don't understand Cantonese/Chinese,
you will not be able to understand the following terms,
except perhaps for the last one.

Hot noisy, etc.
This is a direct translation from the chinese word, 热闹.
The hamka family loves this kind of translation.
Oh speaking of so, hamka stands for 冚家 in chinese,
means whole family.

How sweet...~

In Malay, this would mean representative.

If you speak Cantonese, I'm sure that you have came across this phrase:
Direct translation: Pretend as a pro while you have little knowledge of something.

So the Chung family really hate people who talk a lot especially when they don't have much substance per se.
But we are a bunch of kind people you see,
we hate hurting others.

In order to conceal our evilness,
we came out with this term.

So when someone talk too much,
we would just refer him/her as wakil.
It is all understood then.


When the hamka members run out of words in an argument,
and they don't feel like cursing (hamka is such a civilised clique yo),
they would use Numpetkia.

Example of usage:
Don't be so numpetkia can or not?
numpetkia la u!!

From the above instances,
you can see that the range of usage for numpetkia is really wide.
It doesn't bear a specific definition,
it can be implied as foolish, brainless, useless, etc.

The best thing is,
people wouldn't even get hurt if you use this word.

It's one of the hamka member's nickname created in a Dota game.

Strictly speaking, it shares the similar usage with numpetkia.
In another word, it's the cute version of numpetkia.

Don't be so chibubu can or not??
Chibubu la you!!

I find it cute and I name the mommy cat who just gave birth to four kittens at my front yard after it.More on this later.


(块衰 is to be pronounced gao shui)

This is improvised from the word 大块衰.
Please don't attempt to read it in Chinese.
This phrase doesn't exist at all.

So during high school,
we have this 块衰家族.
We would name the members according to the body size.
The girl who has the smallest size would be named 细细块衰,
followed by 细块衰,and so on.
I am of middle size among the clique hence I was named 中块衰.

Ajeedoo, Ajeedee, Ajee guh luct dai hou chow.
Read aloud.

Still don't get it?
Read again.

Don't get it?
Alright, you don't understand Cantonese.

It is a song created by my younger sister and brother.

Ajeedoo, Ajeedee, Ajee... doesn't mean anything.

Guh Luct Dai can be translated as armpit,
while hou chow means very smelly.

It's such a disgusting song which came with hilarious moves but I just can't stop laughing when they performed it.

I wished that they could do it again but their image prevails everything,
so even if they are willing to perform it,
they would want it to keep it private.

Oh by the way, the second verse sounds like the following:
Ajeee dooo....
Ajeee deee....
Ajeee Guh Luck!
See Fuct Jai hou Chow....

Those who can understand cantonese,
read out loud, and try to decode the words la.

Kuku sotong

This is a famous guys' game in my brother's high school.
Kuku means penis in... Cantonese? Child's language? Hokkien? Malay?
Not important, as long as you know that by kuku we refer to penis and by sotong we mean squid.

Basically the victim will be pushed against the floor by a bunch of guys,
while one of them hold the victim's legs in his hands,
and press one of his foot against the guy's penis so to make the guy's penis look like those squid's legs.


Yes you do.

K la.
That's all from now.
I will write more if any strikes my mind again.

Monday, October 4, 2010


I'm glad to have reincarnated as a human instead of a tree so that I wouldn't have to be processed into papers and become a diary.

It's difficult to keep secrets, especially when it's something happy,
something of which you would want to spread it off on behalf of the person who told you that secret.

Well, that's the difficult part.
See, I'm a kaypoh, and I love knowing something which others don't know.
I feel privileged that way.
The hard part is that I can't use it as a gossip topic.
So friends have faith on me and keep on feeding me with their secrets,
and the more I get from them, the more I feel like bursting it out but I can't!!
That's difficult.

I really don't get why wouldn't that someone share it with everyone.
Oh, maybe that particular person did, in the same way he/she shared with me.

'It's a secret, please don't tell anybody else.'
That's what he/she told everyone.
He/she wanted to make it low hence he/she used this way.

Then when any of the listener spread it off to another listener,
the second listener would go like 'oh he/she told me the same too!'
then indirectly the whole world would get to know that piece of news.

I'm not a diary, and I'm glad that I'm not, otherwise I would have to take more secrets,
but your secrets are still safe with me.

What crap am I talking about?

*Tony Starks, if you are reading, I don't refer to your secret.
I refer to someone else's.*

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

*I think* they do love me...

Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten so many surprises + celebration from them.
One after another, I almost couldn't take it.
Well, pathetically speaking, in my life, I haven't had so many of it in such a short period!

I am rummaging through my memories, it happened 2 weeks ago, and memories do fade through passage of time. I need time to recollect the pieces. Aiks, if not for the procrastinating nature born with me.

1) Lavazza's
This is totally unexpected. Of course, it was a surprise, as I said.

I wrote about it here.

2) Sakae Sushi's
This is a fake celebration, according to them.
It is just a smokescreen in preparation for the coming surprises.

So the same clique, 3 of them, Jia Liang, Toby and Kin Chung treated me lunch as a so called celebtration at Sakae Sushi.
And I thought they wouldn't do anything anymore after that.

Opaque smokescreen they had it until I couldn't see the truth behind the it at all.

3) Taman Mutiara's residential area
This is quite funny I should say.

We gathered not for my birthday, albeit it was my birthday eve.

We were sending off one of the Hamka members, Rip (Ripdaman in full) who would be serving in Canada.

Buay Rip!
Rip will be good.
No worries lah.

Since it was quite early after sending him off, we decided to head to somewhere to watch fireworks.
Initially, we planned to go to the Look Out Point area, BUT there comes two problems.
1) it was Merdeka eve, we assumed that we had to jam all the way up to the hill.
2) Toby would wish to spend the Merdeka eve with his crush Yen Yee (hello any of you reading here?), and it would take about 20 minutes to crash the initially destined Ampang area from Yen Yee's place, it was 11.30pm when we made all the decisions and it was more than a speculation that we couldn't make it on time.

In the end, we decided to change the fireworks watching point to Yen Yee's residential area, a place of which we could have a equal bird-eye view of the city.

Toby and I went to pick Yen Yee up while the people from the other car, driven by Jia Liang, told Toby that they would want to get Oblong burger to have a picnic supper at the hill.

(sidenote: when asked, Toby told me that Oblong stands for Obviously Long,.
And I believed.

Er... Don't tell me that you believed like I did?)

So clock stroke 12am, and disappointingly, there weren't much fireworks around.
Individual fireworks could be spotted blossoming here and there in a lonely fashion.
Silent Merdeka celebration we had there. Sigh.

Alright I was ranting and babbling to an Aunty of how few fireworks this year when I heard someone singing from my back.

And I saw a familiar scene - Jia Liang, with a cake on his hand, leading the same clique, coming on my way.
The only difference is that the glamorous square Opera cake was then replaced by a simple round chocolate cake, decorated with a National flag which we got it at KLIA (happy Merdeka!); and the birthday song was taken over by our national anthem, Negaraku. Oh yea, how patriotic!!

That was, again, totally unexpected lah.
I remembered my self hiding my face in my hands, in a similar fashion of what I did in Lavazza's.
Really, how could one have so many surprises in such a short period?
Am I blessed or what?
Yea I shouldn't be too arrogant, that might just be a by the way act but see, I get satisfied very easily, even a by the way act was able to delight me.
Plus, I shouldn't have asked much - they, afterall, had celebrated for me few days before that!

That simple act, has truly made my night.

Oh wait, maybe it's not that simple afterall.

It wasn't easy for them to get a cake at that hour, and they were able to get one from Tesco, which operated until midnight.
I don't know whose brilliant idea was that, but thank you lah kawan~~

4) Zouk Cafe
It was a planned celebration and I knew that my friends gathered for my birthday.
Yen Yee, Hwai Li and Yen Ying were already there when I reached that place.

So ordered food, chit chatted, dee dee daa daa, and I expected it to be an end already.

So you could guess what happened next.

That familiar scene appeared before me again.

Someone was holding the cake, leading a bunch of people, singing the birthday song, coming on my way.

The difference of this with the previous two surprises were that, I saw a few unexpected faces..
I never thought that they would be there!

Alright, I know that Xiao Funn, who gave me a pair of beautiful Quaver earrings would be invited, her absence might due to her usual busy schedule....but Mei Yi! My soulmate! I never expected her to be there!
Don't think too much - it was not that something unpleasant happened between Mei Yi and Yen Yee + friends, they simple were not that close.

Much thanks to the sweetest Yen Yee who organised everything!!

Oh and!! That bunch of guys whom I had seen them for *I can't recall how many times* in a roll.
I thought it was just a girls' night out!

Anyway it was much like a girls' night out because the hens were gathered at one table while the bulls at another. There were not much of interactions between the two genders. Sometimes it's just too difficult to get every single person involved at the same time due to the location.

Usual practices. We normally pen down the greetings on the spot.Hwai Li.
Yeng Chern who gifted me a pair of treble clef earrings.
Whooiyoh my pals really know me!!!

Last but not least, boys at the next table writing the greetings.

Phew. Surprises no more.
The one at Zouk's marked an end to my 23rd birthday.
I thought I was lucky and blessed to have spent my 21st birthday with the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen.
I thought I was lucky and blessed to have spent my 22nd birthday in an unusual place last year.

I was pleased and I didn't expect much for my 23rd.
Now I am truly delighted, knowing that there is a bunch of people who appreciate my birth.

Thank you mom! For giving birth to me!!