the aftermath of my sister's marriage left me feeling so empty. it's so surreal, someone who's always been there for me now gone. granted we were never the closest of siblings as closeness goes but at least she was there in person and i could just walk over to talk to her about the most mundane and inane stuff. now she's gone.

living in some box in toa payoh and hopefully starting her own family soon. they say she's not gone, only married but what's the difference. she's not going to be here. i believe the impact on my parents are worst, especially for my dad.

mommy's boy and daddy's girl. i swear i saw tears in my father's eyes when my sis signed the wedding cert.

Women

another reason why women have a terrible sense of direction

upon seeing the NEWLY BUILT saint andrew's village BY promptly shouted ," AYE IT'S SAJC!"

ME, " YEAH..."

BY, " THAT MEANS WE ARE NEAR IKEA!"

ME, " erm... "

Workshop

I hate workshops. they are greasy, dusty and dirty. what's worst? the part where u have to do ur own maintaince. fucking sucks. i got there almost an hour late. why? cause somebody told me it was industrial park C, when it was actually industrial park E. fucking hell. and i repeatedly asked whether it was industrial park e. let me give u an example," hey i cannot find C leh..." fucker," ur at where now?" me," i'm at INDUSTRIAL PARK E." fucker," which one?" me," E, E FOR ELEPHANT. GOT WHICH ONE MEH?" fucker," yeah, look for C One then correct."

at this point i think he meant E1... but...

finally after an hour i reached the workshop where i promptly began servicing my car, changing the engine oil, the transmission fluid, the air fliter and lastly, the mother fucking bloody damming timing belt. somebody dropped the screw and we spent the next 1 hour looking for the god damned screw. screw the screw just get me a new one for crying out loud.

i finally screwed in the screw, it was in some god forsaken crevice in the engine compartment. the engine compartment... i'm amazed with mechanics. they have holes there so small, even an unerected penis would have trouble entering... my goodness. plus it's so dark there, choosing a hole to stick it into is even worst. u choose a nice place to dig and then wala, u get pricked by a sharp object, never mind, u choose another hole and u enter, so far so good. UNTIL u touch something that is damn bloody fucking hot. like WHO'SURDADDY hot. when i was repairing it i felt as if i was playing russian roulette.

but it was good. my car feels faster, it feels smoother and it seems less petrol guzzling now... but i tink it's psychological. another thing i hate about repairing cars... u get to know what ELSE is broken.. like fucking hell...

as of now, i need to change the pulley system that controls the air con and who knows what else... apparently each wheel has this cover on the inside of the car that contains grease... right now one of them is broken and i have to change it. it does not seem like a simple job... i need to rotate my tires, ie, change the front tires to the rear and the rear tires to the front. this is due to the simple fact that 1, the front tires are worn out while the rear tires are almost brand new. 2, i do not have money to just change to a brand new set. and apparently yokohoma tires are lousy... no one has anything good to say about my car...

at least the servicing was cheap granted that it was done by urs truely.

let me tell u a joke, a real life one. KK is a jc teacher of mine, he was a bastard and we all hope he dies. anyways, VIC," i heard he's (KK) in japan now." me, " hope he goes ard screwing jap girls and gets aids." VIC," yah yah! that bastard, say i got parkinson's disease... I HOPE HE GET AIDS, THE ONE THAT CANNOT CURE ONE!"

there was an akward silence in the car after she said that... and somebody went, "AIDS IS NOT CURABLE RIGHT...?" (dripping with sacarism.)

VIC, very sheepishly," yah... i meant i hope he doesnt get cured."

after a while, " nono, i mean i hope he gets aids and that aids is not curable."

"by the time he gets it till he dies at least."

i am trying...

i slept at 2 and i woke at 530. i'm thinking it's the withdrawal symptoms... my nose is super stuck, it's running so fast it can most definately break UK SHYAM's national record for the 100 m.

i wish i can go back to sleep and at least, at the very least get some more sleep. they say the 3 day mark is the hardest, it's the hardest to get to but once u cross the 3 day mark, the rest is easy.1 more day to the 3 day mark, someone please grant me the strenght. it's funny how they say exercise to help u get more energy when ur trying to quit. i've been doing that and it IS working. in fact, everytime after i finish exercising, the urge to smoke is repulsive. haha, i guess it MUST be true somehow.

think of all the money u'll save they say, i just got my handphone bill and i'm convinced, there will always be other outlets or my money to miraculously disappear. it's just where it goes to but it always goes somewhere other than my own pocket.

all in all, my mouth feels .... erm... cleaner? haha

Mosquito

me when asked to give a speech during my sister's wedding,


" i'll feel like a mosquito at a nudist beach. i know what i have to do but i wouldn't know where to start."

I Forgot

she speaks korean and romanian as well : samsung and kimchi, numa numa aye....

She Speaks

my friend is multilingual

she speaks japanese : sashimi, wasabi, tempura, sayonara etc etc

she speaks indian too : murtebak, prata etc etc

she speaks malay : roti, nasi lemak, nasi goreng, mee goreng and malaysia boleh

she speaks chinese (she's chinese) : wan ton mee, mee pok and ni hao

she speaks english : long john silvers, macdonalds, burger king and carl's junior