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Thursday, December 14, 2006 @ 2:09 pm
Saturday
last time I drank this much, I had a headache and fell asleep on someone. I must say my alco resistance is flexing its muscles pretty well...

spank you ryan cheong chin taw for the superfantastic christmas dinner. we all love you to bits for bringing us to mello, a swanky Italian restaurant in town, where we wined and dined till we were the last customers. great to be pampered like a paying customer ought to, instead of being treated like a broke student out for a bargain. however, one young waiter did let my butter knife slip off my plate and down my back. he did apologise embarrassedly after I felt a sudden jolt of cold steel on my naked skin. *shivers* nevertheless, the food was tantalisingly delicious. the posh-est dinner I've had in Croydon, I must say.

1) vodka lime at the bar (apu?)
2) white pinot wine selected by xiang. and guess who the waiter approached to try the wine first. yep, your's truly. (partly cos' I gestured to xiang that his wine was here) but they kept serving me first, that must mean something?
3) still water
4) scallops with wild mushrooms and spinach (when I let kenta try this, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, lol)
4) sea bass with potatoes
5) lemon cheesecake with strawberry sorbet
6) ice wine (good choice, housemate! the manager came by our table and commended our good taste in wine and explained this was one of 3 places in london outside france to serve this ice wine. let's not talk about the price, shall we?)

dunno whose idea it was to play this mind trick on everyone at the table besides faisal, hil and partly lionel who already knew the trick. anyway, it's called Black Magic and it's so.. ergh-ing. kenta almost got it too. he was killing himself after.. and bako walked out on the road when he found out the trick, hoping to be hit by a bus. xiang was just... drowning his sorrows in wine and stella, as usual.

forgot to mention that ryan also sponsored our tickets for 'The Holiday' earlier. you know, the one starring Cameron-skinny-Diaz, Jude-insanely good-looking-Law, Kate-beautiful-Winslet and Jack-hilarious-Black. a rather long movie, but I definitely liked it for the laughter and the tears, also the lessons learnt. a certain guy next to me *cough*cough* was seen shedding a tear. ahem ahem. although this gentleman denies it. and this stupid guy made me freak out when he told me the two long-haired souls snogging passionately in front of us were lesbos, but after the movie, when the lights went on, it was a long-haired young man and his long-haired young woman. he was laughing so hard and I was ready to slap him.

feels great to be able to finally relax after our breaking neck speed pace of college education. well, not actually relax technically, since I still have 4 and a 1/4 college days to go... and then it'll be my January unit exams after I come back from my Christmas break. yikes. ok, better stop talking about that or I'll be too stressed to sleep again. past few nights, I've been sleeping at unearthly hours cos' I'll be tossing and turning, not being able to enter dreamland. don't know, don't ask. I have a sneaking suspicion it's about the newsletter, which on the plus side, is looking up. everyone say 'yay!' thanks to Mrs. Gollop, the IT lady and Miss Nicky, who is still going to help me out on Monday so I can give Mrs. Das Gupta the final draft and allow her to send it straight to the printer's at Croydon College. Hil says I'm doing too much of the work. it's ok with me, really, I don't mind doing the editing and compiling and whatnot. it's actually something I don't mind getting paid to do. but, yeah, not in the near future, seeing as I'm heading towards the Accounting department.

which reminds me.. London School of Economics (one of the top 10 unis in the world) has rejected my application to read Accounting and Finance. oh wells. the only person I know so far who has an offer is my Taiwanese classmate, Sandy, who said it could be due to her Further Maths. the rest reckon it's some citizenship quota thingy. they've got enough M'sians, thank you! right. all the tutors in college say they haven't got a clue how LSE chooses their applicants and also discourage us from going there. in a way, people go there for the prestige and the name, I suppose. next on the list? Melbourne?

alright, it's uhm, almost 3 am on Saturday morning. still have to go x'mas shopping with lio & kenta tomorrow in London. *yawn* goodie. I can sleep well tonight.

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Sunday
almost 1 on a sunday morning. just got a cab back from lionel and kenta's. how did our christmas shopping go? lionel was the only one who really did some shopping. the rest of us were just window shopping and admiring the stuff we WANT to buy but CAN'T. saw some pretty smashing Vans shoes by the way. oh man. I need to go shopping with mum. you have no idea how I long for her (and her credit card, of course) in London. when I go back to jb, it's like.. pth. ahlians, ahbengs, mychemicalromance wannabes... I hate the fact that ahlians are trying to do cutesy goth. I don't get why they've got to sap all that I love. last time, no one knew who Emily the Strange was, but fang and me. and then poof! everyone started wearing Emily tees. and hence, it has become so overrated. my next prediction of ahlian culture is punkrockism. why? cos' I'm very much into skateboarding, Vans, and the laid-back oasis/jet rock feel right now. but I could be wrong, since I haven't been back in months.

had good dim sum at Royal Dragon in Chinatown (according to Mr. Sato – cheenotown) though. siu mai, har gao, char siew pau, cheung fun, yong chow chao fan and some gyoza thing I didn't really like. the sago dew thing for dessert was soooo nice though..

‘Slither’ is the lousiest movie I've seen all year, I reckon. bad choice of dvd rental, boys. (lio and bako) it's like when a bad version of ‘Silent Hill’ meets uhm, porn. kids, don't watch this with mummy and daddy.

never knew how househusband-worthy kenta can be. being a typical japanese, he:
1) keeps his stuff organised. for a guy.
2) has motivational notes around the room. he has this note by his light switch that says, 'from stem to stem.' apparently, when he looks at it everyday, he'll think about how he has to live everyday to the max. or somewhere along those lines.
3) is healthy. that explains their longevity. kenta doesn't eat dairy products and he has a lot of theories regarding what you put in your body. I mean that in a non-R(A) way, ok?
4) cleans up after dinner, which was instant noodles, indomie type, jap style, complete with mayonnaise and green spring onion thingies.

p/s: you don’t wanna know how many times I’ve shed tears while watching the Mastercard ad on tv where they show people embracing their loved ones in Heathrow’s arrival hall.
Ticket from South Africa: 170 pounds.
Ticket from Sydney: 300 pounds.
Spending Christmas with your loved ones: Priceless.

Heart-wrenching.

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