A rare Sunday afternoon.

Phoebe's belated birthday at the Zoo yesterday, and I swear the animals had some kind of enmity towards us.

Anyhow, Zoo with your friends are hell fun. My camera died on me which explains the absence of photos so it's kinda hard to describe alot of the interesting incidents that occurred.

But Zoo's fun is limited because we had more gala time at the after programme. Phoebe's craving for porridge steamboat let us on a drive from Mandai to Joo Chiat(yes, the distance we would conquer for food) but, the outlet was no longer in business. Still, we manged to settle for sze chuan steamboat at an awesome deal of $15/pax (no GST,no service charge). *yum*

Oh, and KTV for the 1st time with the bunch was awesome! Never mind that Shifu only sang two words but we had so much fun that his laughter can be heard all around Shenton Way. Yea, we ended up KTV-ing at the Partyworld in Shenton instead. I MUST DECLARE THAT PHOEBE IS AN AWESOME HOKKIEN SINGER. *bows down to the newly crowned tai yu tian hou(hokkien princess)*

But the ultimate fun of the night was at the expense of 'fei yu qing' + Jerry (SORRY JERRY. Even though your presence was not there. But we could strongly feel you around us. *meow*)

wahahhaa!!

So it's finally a weekend off for me today. Am usually at the art studio during the weekends but the KTV after effect and the super late night yesterday made me succumb to my bed this morning. Just couldn't get my lazy ass off the comfy setting.

Ok, enough of my fun weekend.

Till then. =)

LOL.

Dinner at HK Kim Gary with the colleagues was a hardcore laughter torture.

Everything revolves around work but more of the juicy gossips and outrageous lame scandal tales.

FREAKING FUNNY.

My jaw absolutely had a vigorous exercise.

Hell fun.

I did not regret my decision to leave SOS despite a salary cut.

But thanks to Shifu and Xishi lah for bringing me into their "culture".

Waahhahaha.

Life ain't too bad afterall.

Yup, am in a good mood today. =)

Hello bloggie.

I've been really busy busy these past week.

And everytime I'm here, I rant off screaming busy busy busy.

And then I wonder, why am I busy? I still can fork out time for TV, midnight blading with the bunch... have my dinner.. get sufficient beauty sleep (yes, I knock out at 11pm everynight now) blah blah.

So, why the lame excuse for calling busy?

Am I just saying that I'm busy to avoid contact with the world, or am I just sick and tired of always giving the impression that I am leading a quite contented life and that nothing seems to bother me?

No. Ain't true at all.

I don't feel fruitful staying awake aimlessly, am totally not contented with almost everything around me and definitely, quite sick and tired of living. Erm, to set things straight, no I have no intention of attempting suicide.

Maybe it's just one of THOSE days whereby you just feel like giving up on yourself.

And that feeling? Fucked up.

Anyways, happy things next time.

It's time for beauty rest.

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I often feel like I'm two steps behind
Somebody must have moved that finish line
There are a thousand reasons
Why I should give up
But I'm stubborn in the things I believe

- Corrinne May, Everything In It's Time