Archive for March 7th, 2004

Sunday March 7, 2004

Published on March 7, 2004 in Uncategorized. 0 Comments

i’m stuck at home.

i WANT TO GO OUT.

but i can’t. when i say i can’t this time, i reaLLY MEAN I CAN’T.
my mother has this ‘rule’, that when my father is outstation/overseas, *she* is the head of the house. so i have to be back by 11:30 pm OR stay out the whole night. Now, for the weekend it’s easy, i’m usually out till daybreak anyway. but for normal days like today…. when i just want to yam cha or do something (it’s MY HOLIDAYS FOR FUCK’S SAKES!!!), she puts an extra lock on the door to prevent me from gallavanting. *grumble* if i’m back later than 11:30 pm, id usually find an extra lock on the door preventing from going in!

someone gave me a brilliant idea the other day.

“you know what, since she loves to lock you out, next time, you get an extra lock and lock her *in*!…”

isn’t that just brilliant? i can just imagine her face = … and mine =

 

Sunday March 7, 2004

Published on March 7, 2004 in Uncategorized. 2 Comments

yes yes i’ve been lagging in this lately! That’s cos i’ve been sick with a nasty throat infection. Went to the doctor’s on friday thinking it’s just a silly sore throat but no. apparently, i have nodes in my neck and white spot on my tonsils.

EWWWW. i know right! how gross does that sound!

so. feeling absolutely fine, i went out gallavanting on friday. I was supposed to watch a play with Mira acting in ISKL, but Aaron and i got hopelessly lost in the jam for almost two hours which frustrated the heLL outta me!! He was pretty cheery about i found pretty darn amazing.   we ended up in KLCC at 9pm and decided to watch ‘Something’s Gotta Give’ with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson. i lOVED the script, i was laughing like heck in the cinema and it really perked up my mood! since we were in klcc and i had my camera with me, i took the opportunity to crap around a bit,

taDA:



After that, we went to atmos. Now. Atmos is totally different in crowd. Super different. We just stood there thinking, ‘wow. we feel like outsiders… who are all these strangers…’ we were there for a VERY little while before heading to bar code with Mary. Mary was chatting nineteen to the dozen that night but she was damn funny…