Anyway, yeah, I spent the weekend in Singapore and gosh I was stoning like mad. I closed my eyes in Malacca and when I opened my eyes I was in SIngapore already! Those trips back from Kedah sure thought me something about sleeping during long distance trips.

Speaking of long distance trips.. I really want to castrate the mastermind behind our public 'express' buses.

Since my stupid assessment ended at 5.30pm on Friday, I had to rush home, pack, and eat dinner at 6.15pm and then rush to the bus station to make it for the 7pm bus. I THOUGHT I was late when I reached at 7.10pm. But hey, I could have gone back, slowly packed my stuff, updated my blog, watched an episode of Desperate Housewives, clean the newly fallen papaya outside my house(yeah, I know, it'll be there for one week. Disgusting, so what)...and then board the damn bus.

How would you like it if your bus got delayed for an ENTIRE hour? And your parents are waiting for you back in KL to make a trip to Malacca? Oh, and the bus to Singapore from Malacca leaves at 6am the following day?

OH OH! Did I mention that the bus ride from Sg. Petani to KL is like, 5 hours? On a good day?

So we boarded this really lousy bus and the stupid driver didn't tell us that they were going to Ipoh to take somemore passengers. We wasted an ENTIRE hour touring Ipoh and I was screaming like mad because it was already 11pm and I wasn't even OUT of Perak yet. I NEED TO GET HOME TO KL!! I HAVE TO GO TO MALACCA!!!

I reached Pudu at 2am. Chatted animatedly with my family whom I have not seen in a month and fell asleep somewhere in Seremban. We reached Malacca at 4am. And it's all because of me. We slept for an hour plus before waking up to catch the 6am bus. We reached Sentosa Island at 11am. I was sleeping everywhere and anywhere.

Imagine, travelling from the top of Malaysia, right down to the bottom within 15 hours. Never again.

The first ride that my family went on was the Carlsberg Lookout Tower or something like that. It's almost like the solero shot minus the speed. Just before boarding the thing, I had a very very very bad case of stomachache.

So yeah, the first thing I did in Singapore(and this is my FIFTH time in Singapore) was to shit.

I ended up going up the rotating tower on my own.


The water is surprisingly blue, hor?




Oh yeah, this is how I looked after the horrendous shitting bout. So pale. I don't know why I always get this acute stomach aches that screams "SHIT COMING THROUGH!! ARGH!! KEELING OVER SOON..ARGGGGHHHHH!!".. it ALWAYS come at the most inconvenient times. Like EXAMS.

I'm not surprised if I get these pains when I am half way through my own wedding.
Anybody know any good laxatives? Wait, scratch that. Laxatives will give me diarrhoea. Uh, something to clear the bowels before hand perhaps?


The tower. Boring.


Then I went into Images Of Singapore on my own since my family went ahead already.(We were on a tour, so schedule was pretty tight. I hate the tour guide.)
We were put in this room and there's this chest on the stage and dry ice will evaporate from behind it and a laser image is casted on the so called 'smoke screen', hence creating a hologram effect. Freaky leh!

Further more, I didn't know the portraits could move!! Ala Harry Potter. I was all alone somemore. ;(


Like ghost only. And at the end, jets of smoke loops were projected out from either sides of the stage.


l-r: Mum, Aunty Doreen, Cousin Derek, Aunty Ping, Cousin Jacqie, Ted.


Fooling around with the replicas of the Kuli ages.


My Aunty Ping fat hiau again.


That's me!


Jacqie


Aunty Doreen


Old school!


This is the type of jungles the communist/left-wing parties/japanese army used to fight in/hide in/whatever..just camwhore la.


I like this pic of my Aunty Ping. It looks as if she's really watching the tv as she walks past a store back in the 1930s.


Cool effect of some Thaipusam celebrating dude.


l-r: Jacq, Ted, Aunty Ping


Dad and Mum.


Going up the Merlion in Sentosa Island. They have ultraviolet light there! Time for more pictures surely!


Then there was a Dolphin show. The dolphins are smart, yeah, but they look weird, all pink and mouldy.


Some grandmothers I tell you..... must stand in front of you, ON a bench somemore. Courtesy tak da.


The dolphin trainers called some volunteers to get down and dirty with the dolphins.


Cool Shot!


Jacqie and I! Love this pic! Will probably frame it.


Then we went for some snorkeling.


Lovely view underwater huh?


Why, I was just lucky. :)


My underwater guide.


Did you know that there were dugongs in Singapore too?


And then there were jellyfishes!


Bop bop bop..


OOOh er!


This is a Sea Angel. It looks damn cool right? It actually flutters its' limbs/fins like a fairy flying.


Hehehe, was actually at the underwater world. Quite sien to tell you that I was at an aquarium type of place. So make up some story:)


Peacocks were running wild everywhere.


Open top bus!! Dad has bad hair here. But it is a nice picture otherwise.


We both look strange here.. but it shows fatherly and daughterly love, no?


Dinner at Sentosa Island. Love the lights and the reflections;)


My dad wants this statue for our house.


The evil merlion!


We ended our Sentosa Island trip with a musical fountain display.


It was cool because they could create a screen with jets of water. However, crappy animation was projected onto it. Other wise, it was pretty impressive. But I'm not raving about it.

Extremely stoned, we went back to our hotel in Geylang. Chee Kiang came to Singapore for the weekend too but I'm so sorry dearr.. couldn't find the time to get away to spend more time with him. But we did manage to catch up on Saturday night at Ministry of Sound. I smsed Chee Kiang and told him that I'm staying in Geylang and he was like, "Isn't that a red light district?" I didn't know!

Sure enough, the moment I entered the hotel, there were two.

Yes, I am sure.

Okay, fine then. What else would you call women in fishnets? With old uncles touching their waists lightly and pushing them into the lifts?


After freshening up, we adjourned to Ministry of Sound at Clarke Quay. I've only ever heard of this place at Xiaxue's blog! :D


Jacq and Ted.


Chee Kiang and Me.


l-r: Jacq, Me, Ck


L-r: Ted, Jacq, Ck


A view from on top of the podium! :D

The place wasn't as big as I thought it would be. The cover charge was 25 sing dollars. Inclusive of two free drinks. Pretty watered down but Jacq's whisky was a wee bit strong.


Chee Kiang and I roamed around and oops, we stumbled into this other smaller room. They were playing some retro hits.


I've always wanted to sit in these half ball swings!!:)


A nice pink glowly toilet.


You have to love the lighting at the reception area!


After an hour or two, we left to get something to eat.


Jakun who never really goes clubbing was going trigger happy.


So jakun that we even have to pose with the VIP sign.



And we strolled along Clark Quay. Nice place!!


Hohohohohohoh.. they don't have Hooters in Malaysia. The hooters girls have more of an ass than a pair of boobs.


Thought this would've made a lovely photo.

Then the next day, the #$)(#$&$&#$&#*$*%$)(#)$(*#$&$ tour guide woke us up at 7am, to..get this... visit NEWater. What is SO fun about NEWater? It's abit like Indah water, it cleans the water. But I don't seen Indah Water conducting tours and such.


Something everybody should do in Singapore. Visit a disabled toilet. If you don't get me, nevermind. You don't read enough of blogs, noob.


I love the glass stage effect.


Can you believe the extend they go to to beautify a water purification centre?? With elaborate water features and such??


If only my new university campus would look like this....


And then I was gobsmacked to realise that we were visiting the Botanical gardens.
This is my father. The plant is supposedly strangling him. Let's just humour him and smile. :)


The Cold House!! LOVE IT! Singapore is soooooooooo hot.


My Uncle Pun can actually carry Derek....who is 18 years old already..


L-r: dad, porpor, mum, jacq, ted.


L-r: MUm, Mervyn, Jacq, Uncle Pun, Aunty Doreen, Derek, SEIFEIPO!!!!, Aunty Ping.


I like this pic! Look at the lake, do you realise that the leaves are in a shape of a tray?


l-r: Me, Kwee Fong, Hong Fei.


behind the shielf of cascading water.


And then we had a Mongolian lunch. Interesting, in a way.


We ended our Singapore weekend trip with a river cruise. You know how parents always scold you, "Your ha pa chin long hai mai?!"(Your chin got hole issit?) especially when you dribble your soup down your chin. I guess this would be an exaggeration..:)


Cousin hong fei was a little more daring. The poor woman though.


Dad's idea tak jadi. hohohohoho.


AHHAHA I like this one.


l-r: Mum, Aunty Ping, Me.


The river is actually very dirty..


The Esplanade @ Durian! *makes plans to go out to SS19 to buy durians tonight*


These are the al fresco cafes(is this what they call it?) along the river. Don't know which Quay la.




Oooo! That's Clarke Quay! Where we were the night before:)


Nice! Is this a shopping mall?


I like this bit, with the vines coming down. :)


The Singapore city skyline.


Doesn't the merlion looks like he is vomitting? Bluerghghh


You have to love cameras with optical zooms AND digital zooms. *air liur meleleh*


touristy pic!!


Bored looking souvenirs.


The array of kuihs were amazing.


While waiting for the bus, the older folks were too tired.
l-r: Grandma, Jacq and Derek's Grandma, Jacq and Derek's Grandpa.


A poser pic of me. I like the frame above:)

Will try to update more in awhile, sorry yah. Got to fetch my brother for add maths tuition. Sien.

Have a good dinner everyone!

I'M COMING HOME TOMORROW!!!!!!

But I'll be in Singapore till Sunday evening.. and oh! So many things to look forward to to next week's one week break! :)

To those who are anticipating the same things as I am, hehe, you know, I know, sky know, ground know. ;)

Studying has been pretty draining, but I'm quite motivated!:)

I'm grateful for Nescafe and its miracles. I'm able to pull my all nighters once more. I am PROUD of my eyebags. I am actually HAPPY that I have eyebags. It goes to show that I've completed what I need to complete hence the all nighters.





Yes, eyebrows will be plucked soon, don't worry. EYEBAGS!!! YEA!!!

I know it's kind of corny, but this lady has inspired me so much. She is actually passionate about her work as a dentist. Honestly speaking, I came into this course thinking that it would promise me fixed working hours(not of the 24 hours variety) and the opportunity to become a professional with a handsome income.

But now.. the more I'm into my course, the more I want to graduate and start working! You know, get my hands dirty and all that! Extract teeth, slice open gums to remove impacted teeth, scale, drill etc.. it almost feels like being an L driver all over again.

Remember the feeling of wanting to drive as soon as possible when you hit the legal age of 17? Oh, the anticipation!

I'm having the same feelings all over again!

One of my worst nightmares has come true. (The main worst nightmare of mine would be to end up a spinster, but that's taken care of for the past one and a half decade.)

Maybe it's a good thing to have nosy neighbours. At least someone helps to keep an eye on your rebelling teenagers. Honestly, the age old saying that goes, "Wait till you have your own children," rings damn true.

Apparently my daughter has been a dating jobless boy. For god's sake he is 20 years old and he is not STUDYING, NOT WORKING. Heck, even in my days, kids don't come out to the world until they are about 22 or 23 at the very least.

My daughter is only 14. This is ALMOST paedophilic. When she came from tuition just now, I had to talk to her about this.

He comes to our place almost every evening to hang out with my daughter or bring her out until the wee hours of the night. Yes, I may be lenient but this is wAyyy too much. I disapprove of her dating a 20 year old. She is only 14. She shouldn't even be dating yet.

He is one heck of a rude young man, wait scratch that, young scum. He doesn't even say "Hello Aunty" or "Hello Uncle" and he thinks the fridge is always welcomed to his wondering hands. Shit, I hope his hands don't get welcomed on "other places". Oh no..

So I sat her down after dinner.

"I don't think you should be seeing that William boy so much la, girl.." I said to her with a slight clucking of my tongue.

"Huh?! Why not?" My daughter started to get all defensive.

"Firstly, he is too old for you. Secondly, he has no directions in life and what are you doing wasting your time with him?" I reasoned.

"I don't believe you, mum. I CAN'T believe you. You HAVE to have a say in everything I do, don't you? YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE THAT LA MUM!" she started to get more and more defensive.

"Oh, you're so blind you can't realise what you're getting into.........HE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. HE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE!" I semi-yelled, semi-reasoned with her.

I called out to my husband who was oblivious to us, while reading the papers. "Dear ar.. you see, this is what you get when you have kids. Can't you say something to her?"

"I told you long ago already don't let your daughter mix with too many types of people at such a young age..." he muttered.

"MY DAUGHTER LA NOW? When things go wrong, it's MY daughter. Thanks. Thanks.", I gave up.

My daughter was already crying by then. Yes, thanks, play the guilty cards on your mum again. Uh-huh, that's the way, that's my girl.

"You never give me enough freedom," she spat through her tears.

"You want to talk about freedom with me? Who is the one who does not give you a curfew? Who is the one who gives you extra allowance when you have run out of money? Tell me!" I argued.

"If YOU love me, you'd let me be in love!!!" she screamed.

"DON'T BE STUPID. YOU'RE 14. IT'S. NOT. LOVE.!!!!!!!" I screamed back.

"Furthermore, he is really too old for you. Imagine, YOU were only in standard 1 when he entered secondary school. You were STILL in primary school when he graduated from form5. But I don't know if you can say that he "graduated" since he didn't even pass his SPM.." I rambled.

When I turned around, my daughter has already disappeared. After a little while, I heard her slamming her room door.

There was some commotion going on at the gate. I went to inspect. Turns out that my husband was having a word with that William boy. I could only grasp a few sentences as I approached the two. Something along the lines of ... too young.....doesn't know..... not right......stay away.... call the police. CALL THE POLICE?!

Maybe this has gotten too far. But it's just a threat, knowing my husband. You know lah, kids these days. They need to be scared shitless before they know the right thing to do.

After the boy left, I smiled weakly at my husband. I don't feel like talking to him yet, I'm too tired. But knowing me, I won't stay pissed for long. I settled on the sofa and picked up a magazine to read. "I'll go check on ah girl and see how is she," my husband said. "Okay," I said. Sometimes he spoils her too much. Should let her reflect abit ma.

My 6 year old son clambered up next to me on the sofa. "Mummy.. just now very noisy...!"

"Yes, boyboy. Your cheh cheh is being naughty." I told him.

"Having a boyfriend or a girlfriend means being naughty izzit?" he asked me.

"Having a lousy boyfriend or a girlfriend and NOT knowing it, yes, I suppose you can say that it is called being naughty." I was talking to myself at this point.

My son looked more and more confused. "Is it because cheh cheh's boyfriend is like an uncle?"

"Uncle?! You mean too old? Yalor..too old for her also not good.." I smiled at his description.

"That means too old is no good! So it's okay if I like the girl who sits next to me in class? But not okay if I like the standard 5 prefect who always scold me for running in the canteen?" he enquired.

"Hahahahha what?? Yes dear, I suppose it's okay. But must show me who you know tomorrow when I pick you up from school!" I teased.

" EH DOWAN... shy la! Don't la, mummy!!" My son, the ever blossoming romeo.

I guess all parents have their ups and downs, huh?

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Hahahaha.. this is another addition to my What I Might Blog: At Age (fill in a number) series. It is quite fun to picture the more drama-mama moments of the future. LOL. I have two similiar previous entries. Though the 26 year old's entry needs some adjustment as I am definitely not going to be graduating with a biotech or a biomed degree, now that I'm in dentistry. And the other one would be about me as a 35 year old. LOL.

Just my little method of taking a break from my studies. :) Have a great rest of the week, everyone.