I've been creating fantasies of my own again.
For those who are rotting at home, following in my footsteps might not be a bad idea. You never know what greater good might come out of the sandcastles you build in the air.

Here's my fantasy -
I want to be a farmer, with my own place, and have my little family. I can sell my cattle and veggies to make ends meet.
Away from civilisation. Away from the city. The simple life.

Except, I think I realized that fantasies aren't called fantasies for nothing.

So, here's the Greater Good -
I'll work and work during my education years, and start saving up money. When I venture into the working world, I'll continue saving until one day, I have enough money to buy a place at Tuas or Jurong Far West -- wherever the furthest is.
Then I would grow greens at my front lawn, rear sheep and cows at my porch, chickens and ducks at the back..

So you see, because of my fantasy, I'm inspired to work hard and earn money for my farming dream. Well, at least this is my inspiration for now until my next fantasy comes along.

The Great Singapore Sale is ON!

And I have no money to splurge.
Yeah right, since when do I care, I never used to care about shopping. Except now.. I think I'm growing up! You know they say boys become men after the army. I think girls become women when they learn how to shop till they drop.

I wonder when I'll hit the Minou level..
Meow Meow Level 10
I pick up a pair of shoes to pay...
... And the Boyfriend protests, "What? More shoes?! But..but..You already have 135123pairs!"
(No, Justin isn't like that, I exaggerated a little.)

But I think Minou has levelled up, and to reach that level is going to be a little tougher, I suppose.
Meow Meow Level 20
I pick up a pair of shoes to pay...
... And the Boyfriend pretends not to see, not to care and leaves me to my shopping, when he's slapping himself inside for suggesting to watch movies at Orchard and not Yishun.

Or, I suppose I could master this --
Elyxia's sneak attack
"Hey Honey, look! I just got anewpurse, anewhandbag, tennewtops, twentynewnailpolish, at discounted prices ONLINE!! (Which means, you can't do anything. Ha!)"

Bliss.
What am I daydreaming for, I'm broke. And since I'm broke, I shall curse everyone that's participating in the GSS since I can't participate in it! Muahaha.
May the clothes you eye be 2 sizes bigger or smaller! And may every payment queue be as long as your intestines!
There. I'd make a pretty good witch.

It wasn't really a hen's night anymore, because, well, there were only 4 of us girls. Valen sprained her ankle (bonk bonk baobao!!) during roller blading and Rena was somewhere far away.

It didn't help that the guys could get almost twice the number of us by just picking up their phones. So QY had a few stranger guys attending her hen's party.
What mattered most was that we had lots of fun!

Lots of laughter, screams, kissing, licking, dancing, grooving..

I can't wait for 060606. I think I'm more excited than the bride and groom themselves. Whee!

Haha, this is hilarious.

G for Gomez! And the little speech consisting of mostly G-words?
That was genius, I'd say. It's a wonder where 15, 16-year olds get their brains these days.

Read it!

We were back at Passion again.
About half a year ago, I was here with my friends, taking in the excitement and having my ID checked by the big black bouncer.

The only difference was, the previous time we had breezed through, and this time...
We were stuck outside.
Or rather, I was.
Apparently they had problem with my dress code, because I wasn't dressed "slim and sexy".
I was amused. I didn't see what the problem was. Hey, I was on heels. I had make-up on. I wasn't wearing ah ma panties, or had my jeans up to my boobs.
Oh right.
I was wearing a T-shirt. (Which I felt was OK because it wasn't one of my big shirts but clung snugly to my skin)

So we managed to slip in through another entrance, away from the door bitch, our cover charges waived. Which was an even better deal, in fact.

Kenneth got a little tipsy. When we were leaving, he tapped the DB on the shoulder.
"Hey look. T-shirt!!" followed by a string of sarcastic words I didn't catch, and laughter as we caught the look on DB's face.
"So what are you trying to tell me, huh?" She was angry.
Was it the alcohol or was it Kenneth's influence that made me bolder, I don't know.
I answered her by raising my middle finger without even looking at her and laughed our way to supper.

Hip hip hooray - My computer is finally up and running after a week's rest.
And despite getting my new game and a hiatus from my new job, the week wasn't packed with gaming as I had planned.

The past week was filled with fun and laughter. Can't remember them in chronological order, but I remembered we:
1) played board games
2) celebrated the tauruses' birthdays
3) moved house
4) had fun at sentosa

My only regret was I didn't manage to get meow meow drenched in sea water. Either I'm a bad super soaker shooter, or she's a really fast cat.
Hmm. I think it's the latter.

So, after being buried in so much social activities, my creativity cells were dying to be used. So I designed my first two kelongs (houses on stilts) using board game tiles and proudly showed them to the group, only to get peals of laughter in return.

So I'm giving you guys one last chance to tell me it looks like a kelong.