Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Sunday, 21 October 2012
Surprise Song Sunday: I'm Yours - Jason Mraz
Because:
1. Friday night was good fun;
2. We've had a few days of sunshine after an absolute eternity of not having any;
3. I've been reminiscing about my European summer, and only just realised how good a time I had; and
4. I'm dreaming about the holidays. My second summer of the year.
Word of the Day: Summer
Monday, 21 November 2011
I can shuffle cards pretty well...
Irene's 21st on Friday night really compounded my hatred for this 'song':
I already had pre-conceived hatred towards it, mostly because it's stupid, inane, repetitive, ear-hurting, and stupid.
Friday night took it to a whole new level, because it was only then that I grasped the full import of the song's power.
It makes it mandatory for everyone to shuffle. Everyone. At the same time.
Of course, poor little me can't shuffle. Well, I can't do many things. Including dancing. Except maybe a moonwalk, and Usher twirling. And then, only in socks.
So yeah, I can't shuffle.
And, of couse, I just happen to be friends with super talented people like Zara, who, of course, can shuffle, and everything else, and whatnot. While I flail around like some kind of Official-Pokemon-League-cap-wearing fish on dry land. Ironically, kind of like a certain type of Pokemon.
I already had pre-conceived hatred towards it, mostly because it's stupid, inane, repetitive, ear-hurting, and stupid.
Friday night took it to a whole new level, because it was only then that I grasped the full import of the song's power.
It makes it mandatory for everyone to shuffle. Everyone. At the same time.
Of course, poor little me can't shuffle. Well, I can't do many things. Including dancing. Except maybe a moonwalk, and Usher twirling. And then, only in socks.
So yeah, I can't shuffle.
And, of couse, I just happen to be friends with super talented people like Zara, who, of course, can shuffle, and everything else, and whatnot. While I flail around like some kind of Official-Pokemon-League-cap-wearing fish on dry land. Ironically, kind of like a certain type of Pokemon.
Me: I flail at dancing. And many other things besides.
Yeah.
Good times though. Oddly enough, one of the better twenty-firsts that I've been to, despite the fact that I pretty much didn't know anybody that I talked to there apart from Zara (and sort of John Razos, who came dressed as a 90s auditor. Good old John Razos). It may have been the 90s-style costumes, it may have been the company (such that it was), or the ambience of the place. The hallowed complex where I also had my 21st, albeit in the inferior room. Or maybe it's because one high-quality companion is equivalent to many mediocre ones.
Also, Pikachu plushie is a good wingman. Or, at least, conversation starter.
"So, I heard you like the Pokemons?"
"Evidently."
"How good was [insert appropriate colour of choice] version? Ah, those were the days. Wait, I still play."
Alright, that'll do. Off to learn how to shuffle.
Word of the Day: Shuffle
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Yesterday, when the war didn't began...I'm so funny
So yeah, I was going to talk about my stress, but it's self-inflicted, so I won't. I'll talk about yesterday instead.
Yesterday was a doozy. Managed to watch a movie, finish an assignment, study for a tad, and go to a 21st. Felt almost on top of the world. Almost.
It began like this. I met up with Irene at Glen Waverley Library to do our French culture quiz thing. We got that done in about an hour and a bit, and that was with constant interruptions about my financial woes over the phone as well.
We then had lunch, and studied for a bit. Well, it was more of her teaching me French than actual studying.
Anyway, after that, I went home and got changed into my suit to go see Tomorrow When the War Began.
Just kidding! I actually had James' 21st straight after that. You knew I wouldn't go to the movies in a suit.
Or would I?!
Moving on. Irene kindly came and picked me up at my house (15 mins early too. Silly duffer. Got the time wrong.) We met up with her sister, Elene, and the sort-of surprise guest, her mother (cue How I Met Your Mother pun).
The movie was so-so. The acting was quite forced at times, but the plot was good. My particular gripe was about the Asian guy. Oh my word. Could not act for peanuts, and stereotyped to the max. I mean, the guy has ninja reflexes. Seriously.
So after that, we said our goodbyes, and I moseyed my way on down to James' 21st.
I seriously ate comparatively nothing. I really regret it now. I think it was because I was so intent on talking to people, and doing this and that. The food was quite nice, but for the price, there wasn't a whole lot of variety.
Speeches were good. I didn't end up saying half the things I wanted to, but I'm sure James knows that I value him greatly as a friend, and how great a guy he is. The speech was slightly funny, which is the important thing.
Good night overall. Plenty of friends to catch up with, and good environment. Happy future birthday James.
Rain is falling outside. I was going to use that to do something poetic, but I can't be stuffed. I'm going to go downstairs to get a drink and de-stress myself.
Word of the Day: De-stress
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Dun dun dun
Week 8 of uni coming up, and my sense of impending doom isn't quite as strong as it was last semester. Perhaps it's sort of a sign that I'm working slightly harder.
And in a complete contradiction to this, I went to Eugene's 21st last night.
Well, it wasn't just me. But I did go there.
A good gig overall. Not much else to say apart from that. Apart from wondering why I always get a pimple before parties. Ruins the photos. Not that I'm exactly photogenic in the first place.
Also, I dislike how that Jonathan guy mocks me. Probably thinks he's all that just because he's good-looking.
Good Father's Day today too. Had coffee with the family, minus Sarah, and went to visit grandpa later because it happened to be his birthday as well. I give money to grandpa to buy himself some food (don't worry if you don't understand, it's a very Cantonese thing), and Sarah tells me that I'm her hero. I don't know why. Personally, I don't think I'm the very heroic type, despite what I told Meng last night about me going to protect Gotham City (I was trying to get away from him. Quickly). I'm also not a particularly good role model. But yeah. I'll take it as a compliment.
On the topic of good-looking, I haven't gymmed in a while. Like, 1.5 weeks. I feel my muscles atrophying. It's so lame. They take so long to toughen up, but they go away so quickly. Kind of like...trust. Yeah. Muscles are like trust. Profound to the maximum.
Word of the Day: Profound
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
An expensive party
Davy's 21st on Friday night was the most expensive party I've attended to date. Mostly owing to the $70 parking fine that I incurred. Stupid double signs. 9am - 6pm: 2P. Above that, it says '6pm - midnight: permit parking'. James didn't read the sign at the top, and I didn't look at all. So pretty much all my fault.
Anyway, the party was quite good. Got to hang with friends who I hadn't seen for quiet a while. About half the people took a plus one with them, which made me feel sort of lonely, but it wasn't too bad, because most of the fellas I was hanging with didn't have one either. Maybe that's why they were hanging with me.
But yeah, once things got underway it was alright. We all had a few glasses of the hard stuff (lemon lime bitters...yeeeeaaah man), and, hey presto, everybody was talking. Vu and I, on the same team, lost twice, once because I sunk the black ball and 8 ball at the same time, and once because he did the same. What are the chances?
Bieber came on a bit later, thanks to the machinations of Imesha, but because of my prompting. I don't know why I do these things. I don't even like the guy in the slightest. Davy made me do the Bieber Dance, and I had to, because a Sicilian can't refuse a request on the day of his daughter's wedding. Or because it was his 21st. Either one.
This occurred during our highly intense game of Mafia. Yes, we played Mafia at a 21st birthday party. I think we should make it the official sport of NQT. And, just in case it's not sad enough, we'll make a team and participate in tournaments. We'll see who's laughing when we bring in the glory and the cash.
Speeches were up next. Although I royally screwed up Yvonne's part by interjecting at completely the wrong time, I saved it so well that it sounded like it was planned. Or it did to me anyway. I was treated like a bit of a celebrity afterwards, so it must've been alright. Hopefully videos up soon.
A good gig. A tad expensive, but not because of the person hosting. Hope you enjoy your present/s, Davy. And Happy 21st again.
Almost directly as a result of this, my good friend started having relationship/parent problems. I'm not going to go into it, because it's too complicated, and I don't want to publicise it everywhere. I just spent two hours with her by the lake on Monday. Half of it involved crying, and another friend being there, and the other half of it involved just me being there, and no crying. Funny how those two things positively correlate. Jeopardised my planned accounting midsem cram session, but hey, it's only 10%, and I probably wouldn't have gotten much done anyway. And my friends are more important than 10%. At least in times of crisis. I've already told her, but I'll reiterate it here again, and for everybody that feels that they are a close friend of mine: you can call me whenever if you just need to talk. I'm more than happy to do it. Talking is therapeutic.
Ironic how I spent two hours trying to alleviate somebody's relationship problems, but I have no clue what I'm doing with my own. Or lack thereof. Irony again. Hate it.
Yeah. Accounting midsem. Unmitigated disaster. Didn't expect to do that well, but that test was highly passable. If I'd actually studied. Procrastinated too much. Will start working now.
Word of the Day: Expensive
Anyway, the party was quite good. Got to hang with friends who I hadn't seen for quiet a while. About half the people took a plus one with them, which made me feel sort of lonely, but it wasn't too bad, because most of the fellas I was hanging with didn't have one either. Maybe that's why they were hanging with me.
But yeah, once things got underway it was alright. We all had a few glasses of the hard stuff (lemon lime bitters...yeeeeaaah man), and, hey presto, everybody was talking. Vu and I, on the same team, lost twice, once because I sunk the black ball and 8 ball at the same time, and once because he did the same. What are the chances?
Bieber came on a bit later, thanks to the machinations of Imesha, but because of my prompting. I don't know why I do these things. I don't even like the guy in the slightest. Davy made me do the Bieber Dance, and I had to, because a Sicilian can't refuse a request on the day of his daughter's wedding. Or because it was his 21st. Either one.
This occurred during our highly intense game of Mafia. Yes, we played Mafia at a 21st birthday party. I think we should make it the official sport of NQT. And, just in case it's not sad enough, we'll make a team and participate in tournaments. We'll see who's laughing when we bring in the glory and the cash.
Speeches were up next. Although I royally screwed up Yvonne's part by interjecting at completely the wrong time, I saved it so well that it sounded like it was planned. Or it did to me anyway. I was treated like a bit of a celebrity afterwards, so it must've been alright. Hopefully videos up soon.
A good gig. A tad expensive, but not because of the person hosting. Hope you enjoy your present/s, Davy. And Happy 21st again.
Almost directly as a result of this, my good friend started having relationship/parent problems. I'm not going to go into it, because it's too complicated, and I don't want to publicise it everywhere. I just spent two hours with her by the lake on Monday. Half of it involved crying, and another friend being there, and the other half of it involved just me being there, and no crying. Funny how those two things positively correlate. Jeopardised my planned accounting midsem cram session, but hey, it's only 10%, and I probably wouldn't have gotten much done anyway. And my friends are more important than 10%. At least in times of crisis. I've already told her, but I'll reiterate it here again, and for everybody that feels that they are a close friend of mine: you can call me whenever if you just need to talk. I'm more than happy to do it. Talking is therapeutic.
Ironic how I spent two hours trying to alleviate somebody's relationship problems, but I have no clue what I'm doing with my own. Or lack thereof. Irony again. Hate it.
Yeah. Accounting midsem. Unmitigated disaster. Didn't expect to do that well, but that test was highly passable. If I'd actually studied. Procrastinated too much. Will start working now.
Word of the Day: Expensive
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Everything's coming up roses
Things are quite good now. I'm in a happy period of my life. But, from experience, things come crashing down pretty quickly. Happiness is quite a fickle friend most of the time. So I'll enjoy it to the fullest while it lasts.
I can see trouble on the horizon already. Valentine's Day, and what I should do. The very thought of it makes me shake with nervousness. So many things could go wrong. Rejection is a big one. I hope not. But you never know. As I've said before, I try to stop from getting too optimistic about things, but I think I'm a natural optimist, and I can't really help it. I try to keep it under control, but it just seeps through the cracks of the mental barriers that I put up against it.
But this is a sort of happy problem to have to worry about in the future. Another one that I can see, and that could potentially do so much more damage to me academically is Financial Accounting. It's also so much less likely to induce any kind of happiness. More like relief upon passing it, at most. I still don't understand why you'd make a unit so hard.
I'll talk about something concrete now, instead of projecting my nothing thoughts into this post.
Last night, I went to Orrin's New Year's BBQ. Apparently that's how they do it in New Zealand. Like, a month after New Year's.
Anyway, nothing much happened, apart from this girl at his shindig having a mental breakdown after drinking too much. According to Meng, it was alcohol-induced paranoia. Quite unnerving at the start, insofar as "What the hell are we supposed to do? Is she alright? Should we call someone?" After that, it just got a bit awkward, because you can't really have a good time while something like that's going on. So you want to keep at it like nothing's happening, but the human in you can't. And that's the end of the story.
Today, I had brunch at about five different places with Linda.
Ok, slight exaggeration. It was two places. Only a slight exaggeration.
She's awesome. And that's the end of that story. Man, I tell good, detailed and in-depth stories.
Word of the Day: Happiness
I can see trouble on the horizon already. Valentine's Day, and what I should do. The very thought of it makes me shake with nervousness. So many things could go wrong. Rejection is a big one. I hope not. But you never know. As I've said before, I try to stop from getting too optimistic about things, but I think I'm a natural optimist, and I can't really help it. I try to keep it under control, but it just seeps through the cracks of the mental barriers that I put up against it.
But this is a sort of happy problem to have to worry about in the future. Another one that I can see, and that could potentially do so much more damage to me academically is Financial Accounting. It's also so much less likely to induce any kind of happiness. More like relief upon passing it, at most. I still don't understand why you'd make a unit so hard.
I'll talk about something concrete now, instead of projecting my nothing thoughts into this post.
Last night, I went to Orrin's New Year's BBQ. Apparently that's how they do it in New Zealand. Like, a month after New Year's.
Anyway, nothing much happened, apart from this girl at his shindig having a mental breakdown after drinking too much. According to Meng, it was alcohol-induced paranoia. Quite unnerving at the start, insofar as "What the hell are we supposed to do? Is she alright? Should we call someone?" After that, it just got a bit awkward, because you can't really have a good time while something like that's going on. So you want to keep at it like nothing's happening, but the human in you can't. And that's the end of the story.
Today, I had brunch at about five different places with Linda.
Ok, slight exaggeration. It was two places. Only a slight exaggeration.
She's awesome. And that's the end of that story. Man, I tell good, detailed and in-depth stories.
Word of the Day: Happiness
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Une nuit de poker
Who would've thought that the French also call it poker. Gambling is universal, it seems.
Um. Bonjour.
So last night was poker night with the lads plus Kylie. Females reprezent. Despite my fears that not enough people would come, seven people seemed just the right amount. Any more and I would've just been making Martinis and apple ciders all night long.
So like, I expected James to be a massive poker shark and kill us all, along with his cousin, who're always like "Pokerpokerpoker, nownownow." It turns out that Kyle T is some hardcore gambler who eats people like James for breakfast.
One of the stupidest/funniest moments of the night, nay ever, was Banh's cooking misadventure.
Banh: "Hey, Andrew's mum, uhhh, why is your oven so, like, not hot?"
My mother: "Uhh, it's kinda, like, not on."
Me: "You couldn't have asked me, could you? You just had to wait until mother came home."
The tarts themselves were quite...interesting. Artfully done. See, they couldn't be eaten normally. You had to kind of...drink them. Yeah. Get your head around that. Tarts that need to be drunk. Didn't taste half bad. But apparently they weren't supposed to turn out that runny. Who would've thought it.
Yeah, I have issues with my poker playing. It keep getting into the last two people, then bam! It all goes downhill. It may have something to do with my opponent always having a mountain of chips, and me having diddly squat.
All in all, a fairly good do I thought. Next up, Wii night.
Word of the Day: Poker
Um. Bonjour.
So last night was poker night with the lads plus Kylie. Females reprezent. Despite my fears that not enough people would come, seven people seemed just the right amount. Any more and I would've just been making Martinis and apple ciders all night long.
So like, I expected James to be a massive poker shark and kill us all, along with his cousin, who're always like "Pokerpokerpoker, nownownow." It turns out that Kyle T is some hardcore gambler who eats people like James for breakfast.
One of the stupidest/funniest moments of the night, nay ever, was Banh's cooking misadventure.
Banh: "Hey, Andrew's mum, uhhh, why is your oven so, like, not hot?"
My mother: "Uhh, it's kinda, like, not on."
Me: "You couldn't have asked me, could you? You just had to wait until mother came home."
The tarts themselves were quite...interesting. Artfully done. See, they couldn't be eaten normally. You had to kind of...drink them. Yeah. Get your head around that. Tarts that need to be drunk. Didn't taste half bad. But apparently they weren't supposed to turn out that runny. Who would've thought it.
Yeah, I have issues with my poker playing. It keep getting into the last two people, then bam! It all goes downhill. It may have something to do with my opponent always having a mountain of chips, and me having diddly squat.
All in all, a fairly good do I thought. Next up, Wii night.
Word of the Day: Poker
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Lip sinking
What's the big deal about Britney Spears lip synching? Like, hello, she's been doing it ever since her first album. She's never been a very good singer, so what's new? It's almost like going to a Michael Jackson concert and making a big deal out of him dancing and singing live and not lip synching. I won't say who cares, because obviously people do, but I just think it's been completely blown out of proportion, and the reaction has been way, way, way above anything that I'd have expected. It's like the people that paid for the tickets expected her to not lip synch. When I put it like that, how weird does it sound?
Last night, I went to the first of many social events lined up for me these holidays. Banh had his 20th, and it was Friday the 13th. Nothing bad happened, unless you count Victor burning the food a bit. Good food and cool people all around. Sounds like a party I went to once. Oh, and good music, once I changed it to Ursher.
The food was very good. Vast improvement from when I first ate it. Not that it was bad in the first place. Which makes the improvement all the more surprising. Yes.
Yes. I'm suddenly feeling all pops, to use Yvonne terminology. Which is a very, very foreign feeling. Apart from that, things are starting to look on the up, except for being jobless. I shouldn't have said that. Every time I do, my world falls to pieces around me. But I can't help it.
Word of the Day: Britney
Last night, I went to the first of many social events lined up for me these holidays. Banh had his 20th, and it was Friday the 13th. Nothing bad happened, unless you count Victor burning the food a bit. Good food and cool people all around. Sounds like a party I went to once. Oh, and good music, once I changed it to Ursher.
The food was very good. Vast improvement from when I first ate it. Not that it was bad in the first place. Which makes the improvement all the more surprising. Yes.
Yes. I'm suddenly feeling all pops, to use Yvonne terminology. Which is a very, very foreign feeling. Apart from that, things are starting to look on the up, except for being jobless. I shouldn't have said that. Every time I do, my world falls to pieces around me. But I can't help it.
Word of the Day: Britney
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Ray's 19th...but not really
Ok, so this was ultra-confusing. But awesomely so.
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
Thursday, 6 August 2009
I should earn some revenue for this
Today, I edited video. No, not for fun. I did it because Davy was all like, "Oh, you gotta help me secure this girl man, cos it's her 21st, and we gotta make this DVD, cos you're like, so good with video editing and girls (not in combination)." Little did he know that the girl part was not very true.
But I did use my slightly-above-average (very slightly) logic to get the job done. It took a whole day, but we got there. It's a pretty cool video too. Should put on YouTube, and get murdered by his girlfriend.
And I was thinking again today. I don't know why. I've been thinking a lot lately. Anyway, I was thinking that oftentimes we don't realise how deeply out actions hurt other people. And when I mean don't realise, I mean that we do not even consider the idea that said action might be hurtful to the person. Like, in doing this action, we do not think that there is any possible way to hurt someone. And yet, it still does. Amazing.
Still have no idea why I started thinking about this. Starting to go all soppy. Probably due to my lack of Vitamin C, D and E.
Word of the Day: Video
But I did use my slightly-above-average (very slightly) logic to get the job done. It took a whole day, but we got there. It's a pretty cool video too. Should put on YouTube, and get murdered by his girlfriend.
And I was thinking again today. I don't know why. I've been thinking a lot lately. Anyway, I was thinking that oftentimes we don't realise how deeply out actions hurt other people. And when I mean don't realise, I mean that we do not even consider the idea that said action might be hurtful to the person. Like, in doing this action, we do not think that there is any possible way to hurt someone. And yet, it still does. Amazing.
Still have no idea why I started thinking about this. Starting to go all soppy. Probably due to my lack of Vitamin C, D and E.
Word of the Day: Video
Monday, 29 September 2008
My wild, delinquent ways
Woo, mid-sem break, and I've been a party boy in recent weeks. I've been to...would you believe it... two parties in the last two weeks! I should really cut back on my party-going. At least that's what my parents say. I think that this mandate has an element of self-interest, in that they wouldn't care if I didn't get them to pick me up at night. More on driving later.
So first up, on the Saturday night before mid-sem break, it was Orrin's 18th! About time too. I thought I was young. It was held at this Korean bbq/karaoke place called 'Four Seasons' in Glen Waverley, which charged ridiculous prices. Anyway, it was kind of me-and-Meng time more than Orrin time, as he was was too busy 'entertaining' his friends. Incidentally, me and Meng got him a soccer ball, which he seemed fairly pleased about. At the place, we met a bunch of new people, who were quite nice, albeit a bit odd. Oh, and Orrin's girlfriend. No comment.
A good night though. Karaoke was...meh. It's not really singing when you have to shout over twelve-odd people. How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Next up was JC's 19th birthday dinner on last Saturday at the mysterious-sounding 'The Booth'. 19th isn't highlighted because it's really a nowhere birthday. Anyway, this gig had a sense of deja vu about it.
Eugene and I got JC a pen and pacer set. Much more practical than 'The Biggest Loser' book with James Cheng photos pasted all over it.
I skipped on K because I was going to work with my Dad the next day. And work I did. I was completely knackered by the end. My thighs still hurt.
About that driving. I have completed my seventh lesson, and, according to driving instructor, should be on a road near you come Christmas. Bet you're all looking forward to that. And that way, I won't get any complaints even if I go to a party before breakfast, and one after dinner, each and every day.
Word of the day: Party Animal
So first up, on the Saturday night before mid-sem break, it was Orrin's 18th! About time too. I thought I was young. It was held at this Korean bbq/karaoke place called 'Four Seasons' in Glen Waverley, which charged ridiculous prices. Anyway, it was kind of me-and-Meng time more than Orrin time, as he was was too busy 'entertaining' his friends. Incidentally, me and Meng got him a soccer ball, which he seemed fairly pleased about. At the place, we met a bunch of new people, who were quite nice, albeit a bit odd. Oh, and Orrin's girlfriend. No comment.
A good night though. Karaoke was...meh. It's not really singing when you have to shout over twelve-odd people. How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Next up was JC's 19th birthday dinner on last Saturday at the mysterious-sounding 'The Booth'. 19th isn't highlighted because it's really a nowhere birthday. Anyway, this gig had a sense of deja vu about it.
- It was in a Chinese/Cantonese enclave. Instead of GW, it was in Box Hill.
- Karaoke again, except this time I skipped it, owing to the physically demanding work I had the following day.
Eugene and I got JC a pen and pacer set. Much more practical than 'The Biggest Loser' book with James Cheng photos pasted all over it.
I skipped on K because I was going to work with my Dad the next day. And work I did. I was completely knackered by the end. My thighs still hurt.
About that driving. I have completed my seventh lesson, and, according to driving instructor, should be on a road near you come Christmas. Bet you're all looking forward to that. And that way, I won't get any complaints even if I go to a party before breakfast, and one after dinner, each and every day.
Word of the day: Party Animal
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