Saturday, December 15, 2007 . 6:07 PM

LADIEEEEES AND GENTLEMEN!! I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD. WOOOOOOOOOO!! Okay, 2 things to celebrate:
1: Hazzy & I turned 18 before Kevin.
2: My torturous stay at my Grandma's place is over.

Lets get cracking then. Very proud that my Abang and I are 18. At last. 18 = Cigarettes (Not smoking though), FHM, Maxim, Playboy (Yeah right... as if the Gahmen will allow Playboy here), Alcohol, Clubbing, Pubbing, M18 movies. Weeeeeeee!! Its like we're some prisoners who are allowed freedom. I keep grinning like a retard every time I picture Kevin asking me or Hazzy to buy him a beer from 7-11. Waahahahahaha...

On the 8th, Kiff, Xin Yi, Sam & KH, Hazzy and me went to Seoul Garden at Marina to eat our faces out and to celebrate Hazzy, Xin Yi and my birthday. Lee Hua and Rong Cheng came a little later to hang out with us. The 3 birthday people got presents from Sam & Kh: Xin Yi got bangles (Sam obviously picked them out) and Hazzy and I got nice shirts from TopMan. Cooooooooooooooooooooool.
Then Xin Yi got her present from Hazzy and I: A medium dolphin with a birthday tag to complement her existing collection.

THANKS EVERYONE!!

It was okay at my grandma's place. I stayed at my Dad's old room. I only had no Internet, which was like someone blindfolding me. I seemed like an idiot every time I had to sms some people about soccer scores and news. No one to keep me company online, nothing to do basically. Lucky I brought my new Friends boxset along to keep me alive. By the time I packed my laptop when I was leaving, I had gone through 2 seasons. My prolonged stay there also made me realise that both my aunties are very talkative. I also realised that my Canadian aunt (living at with my grandma for holidays) talks in a monotone. Not a low one. Not a very high one either but one that is higher than usual. And I also realised that my other aunt laughs a lot. A small joke can keep her cracked up for a few hours. And I am not a morning person. I love quiet mornings where I can just eat my breakfast, drink my juice or coffee while surfing the net. I hate it when my Canadian aunt (Morning person) can sing "Good Morning" to me in her monotone when I'm still blurry and shuffling towards the toilet. She'll go like "Good morning Sir!! Come!! I want to talk to you!!". And I'm like "FUCK!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! WHY CAN'T YOU KEEP QUIET!?!?!". All that of course in my head while I'm sitting on the toilet bowl, crapping away.

And my Canadian aunt wakes up early every bloody morning. Like 7.30am. And she'll talk loudly with the maid. My dad's room is like "outside" of the interior of the house and yet I can hear what she's saying to the maid. When 8.30 to 9 am comes, and I'm still snoring in bed, this time my grandma will remember "My youngest son's son" and come shuffling with her walker towards my room to check on me. Don't ask me why. And the maid is supposed to follow her where ever she goes in case my grandma slips or something. So when my grandma comes to my room to check on me, the maid will have to follow. And because my aunt is talking to my maid, my aunt also follows. In bed, I can hear my grandma shuffling towards my door, and she'll just push on the door slightly, so it swings open. So every morning, around that time, I turn in bed to face the door, I see my grandma standing there looking as though she forgot why she was standing there in the first place, followed by the giggling maid who's grabbing the back of my grandma's pants in case she falls, and completing the whole household is my aunt who's still talking loudly even though she's right outside my door. I seriously feel like some animal in the zoo and 9am is my feeding time or something.

Thank god I'm never sleeping over there ever again. I better not be.

Liverpool - Man Utd match on Sunday, 9pm. Biggest game of the season. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Oh yeah....I'm gonna visit Ms Lim and her son tomorrow with the guys. Can't wait to see what he looks like now. Weeeeeeee!!