woke up late today.
ah, i'm such an arse.

ended up meeting khoo and company at her place, and we steamboated for quite a long time.
but i was kinda surprised that only abi, amanda, and sarah went.
told mum there was gonna be like eight people.
the food was pretty good i guess. we had beef sukiyaki, and even fresh sliced salmon.
good stuff(:

oh yeah. and i think i ate about maybe 7 or 8 quail eggs. haha.
cholestrol!

it was weird watching them do the preparations.
i'm totally not used to it. but funny thing is, sarah uses scissors to chop off the ends of the beansprout (tao ge), and only abigail can crack an egg properly.
i managed to crack an egg with one hand:D :D :D
sense of domestic accomplishment, yes.
also, only abigail dared (or knows how) to uncork the sparkling juice, and daphne can't pour stuff into wine glasses. haha.

so therefore,
best housekeeper award goes to abigail(:

they thrashed the tv for a good half an hour cause it couldn't work.
and so we ended up watching The Heartbreak Kid in daphne's room.
it's.. Rated. but it was funny i guess. but the guy is seriously such a loser!
played uno. everyone tried to sabo daphne.
and sorry amanda for whacking you repeatedly on your knee! on the wound which you got from that nasty game of netball i don't wish to recall. sorry!

and i felt kinda bad cause daphne was supposed to meet alfred but it was a lousy arrangement,
so while we were there alfred was calling and waiting at god-knows-where for god-knows-how-long.
he should've just gone home and stopped hanging around.
we hardly get to spend "friend" time, come on.
ahya, i just don't like him luh.

but i felt bad cause daphne felt bad and cause alfred seemed pretty pissed. and i sorta can understand how they felt.
if it was me a few months back, i would've just ran out of the house.
see, this is what guys do best. waste our lives and shirk responsibility.
remind me to only see nice guys. like really nice, not typical guy guys.
which is impossible.

so tomorrow i'm dating shaun out for Step Up 2(:
although he's desperately trying to find people to come cause he apparently thinks i'm the dullest creature to walk this planet and the most annoying bore of his life.
haha. but it's a sibling thing so don't bother trying to get out of it.
he's the good reason why i overslept. we were playing this game till like one.
terrible.

mum seems alot happier when dad's around. so while he isn't,
i have to be the best daughter.
his increasing business trips must be affecting both of them. and he comes home for like two days before flying off again.
dad seemed particularly happy to see both me and ines at the airport last night though(:
he's born a hardworker. i wonder where the genes went.
hmm.

if i made it that awkward that you can't even talk to me,
i'm sorry.

met gloria at 930 at school.
cabbed to CCAB for ten bucks.
stayed till 630.
spent 8-9 hours watching badminton matches.

there. that was my day.
-edited.

forget it.
i can't stay frustrated because of you for long.
(:
sorry. for being harsh.

shaun leow is a good brother. and excellent company. we end up screaming over games and forgetting everything else. rock on bro.

i'm bushed.
i'm ines' chaperone for the day. been sending her place to place, buying her tea and making sure she's okay. it's a tough job. why does she have to have swimming and piano in one day?
but yeah, i finally bought myself some donuts although they weren't very good. i even bought her KOREAN food for tea. my goodness, i don't even spend that kind of money on myself.
but kids just enjoy their food without the blurrest idea of the price. ah. nvm.

talked to uncle jimmy for a while(:
it's been like more than 6 years since i stopped swimming. he's still the same i suppose. he says ines is exactly like me and from far he thought i was mum. "whoa, noelle! so big already ah!"

he told me after O's to go back to swimming and get that don't-know-what livesaving award. make it sound so prestigious and whatever. he told me that he'll train me personally. lol. ah. can't be bothered actually.
i mean, it's just another piece of paper which gives me no sense of satisfaction whatsoever.
not like a ballet cert(:

gloria oh pangsehed me on tmr's badminton match. she was the one who asked me to come then suddenly say cannot make it.
hmph. false hope! somehow, i like watching them play(:
and how i end up screaming without actually realising it.
should i still go?

okay. movie marathon time(: