hello sunshine

It was the Good Friday long weekend and if i had the spending power, I would have probably jetted off to HK and embrace my darling H&M again. But of course, reality bites. My butt is still in Singapore and my stale fart still hangs in Singapore air. While I cant jetset from Central to TST to Mongkok, I did it from Orchard to Raffles City to Marine Parade to Tampines to Loyang. Well, at least it is better than sitting at home and grow fat with my cat.

TGIF event at Marine Parade.
I finally saw beyond Guowei's head with my 2.5 inch heels.

Tete-a-tete session with the best girlfriend.
i think Far East Organisation should place her on their VIP list.
The amount she spends at FEP on each visit...
GOSH.

Lunch with Says and we were drenched in the rain.
Because this bugger refuse to tear himself away from the Fender guitars
he was trying out at Swee Li.
-rolls eyes-

I think i suck at making vows because I still opened my wallet and swiped my UOB across the card machine on Sunday. Vanessa, Peixuan, Teckwei and I met up to go head to Leong Weijie's 21st chalet at Tampines. But actually, our main plan was to visit Tampines 1 and...explore Uniqlo. -sorry Weijie! =x-


The queue to enter Uniqlo was insanely long, I half wanted to give up but with a shopaholic friend called Vanessa who insisted on us joining the snaking queue..-shrugs- We queued for about 20 minutes and then we saw The Light.

I mean, you don't expect me to queue for 20 minutes and spend 1 hour inside the shop and leave emptyhanded right? That is SO morally wrong! -laughs-

Teckwei initially was appalled at our idea of going to Uniqlo but at the end of the day, he came to look for us with his shopping basket FULL! On the contrary, Vern the Queen spent the least at SGD 48, followed by me at SGD54, teckwei at SGD98 and lo and behold, PX topped the list at a mind-boggling SGD120. Never judge a book by its cover. -flips hair-

The chalet was pretty cool. To be honest, I wasnt that close to Leong Weijie back in my New Town days. But since it was a 21st party, i figured it would be a good chance to catch up with all these mates that i have yet to see since my bob-hair era.

As a newtowner, this is a must-do ritual when you officially hit 21.
DUNK THE CHIVAS!

2009 and 2010 will be the worst years for my bank accounts. With all my 88ers turning 21 and 89ers turning 21 next year, I reckon i'll be busy going for one party to another celebration and my bank accounts will continuously be drained out. Not that I am complaining, you only turn 21 once. And after that, you'll be just like me. You'll stop counting the number of candles, until some badass comes along and remind you that you have only NINE more years to go before you are labelled as a old woman at THIRTY.
Fabulous friends I have don't I? -grrr-
NEH NEH!