Love/Food The first month of 2009 has been filled with many gastronomically satisfying dates with the ah lao. I shall spare you the cheesy details of our pat-tor-ing (e.g. like how I call him 大闸蟹 after a meal cos his biceps and forearms are so big). So far we’ve had… Chilli Crab (No.3) Dimsum (Swee Choon) XLB and such (DTF - their XLB are pale in comparison to Swee Choon’s) Hawker fare such as oyster omelette/sambal stingray/chicken wings (Esplanade) Beef Pho (Pho Hoa at Lorong Mambong) Yakitori (some hole in the wall restaurant at cuppage. 1st date. come to think of it, food was not bad) Indonesian food (ayam penyat & ayam soto!) Ramen (at Central, fantastic chicken broth) Deepfried Pork Knuckle (Baden Baden, heavenly) Chinese food (hongkong style steamed fish, stir fry baby kailan - at this restaurant near his oppit) And also many others small little places we popped in for coffee and ice creams. Not a single picture available as 2 hungry people just dug into the food, totally forgetting about taking pictures. The double chin that took me some effort to reduce is slowly returning to familiar grounds. I’m not really complaining; every meal was a worthy experience. OK FINE, that chin never went away. January The entire month of January was spent preparing for the trip… Getting my mugshot taken; Renewing the passport; Flu vaccination; Stocking up on potentially Hard-to-find essentials like toiletries/garments, travel kits, medications; nitty gritty stuff like hemming my pants, backing up data, just to name a few; and the farewell meet ups with each little but precious groups of friends. Got a little overboard shopping for the essentials - 8 new bras & 12 undies - I just don’t know when is the soonest I’ll get to return. I caught myself snapping at people a number of times - The answering, explaining and repeating ad nauseam got on my nerves. Funny how some of my friends and my mudder nagged at me to prepare this and that like I’m retreating to some backwater village high up in the mountains. Perhaps my aloof front gave them the impression of an ill-prepared greenhorn. I know they were looking out for me, but it got a bit too much when someone fed me exaggerated scenarios, hoping to send me into a self-induced panic attack. I really could do with less negative influences like these. January. I’ve so much more to pick up for the rest of the year. tolerance, i no has. I’m irritated of: a) unappreciative birthday girl We were at the restaurant you wanted. We got you a cake. And we also endured a sour puss face who didn’t wanna eat anything nor the cake. Why the fuck do I bother? I could have done so much more in a day in better company (like a dinner with my family). Absolute waste of my Time & Money. b) sales associates with poor English proficiency I don’t mean to be atas here but please don’t hire sales associates with poor command of the English language. “I want a size 38 sandals/I’m looking for size 16 Top in Grey.” *snap snap fingers* Be efficient; don’t make me repeat 3-motherrrfucccccckingggg-times. c) friends who pretend they care fuck off. You’re asking me the same set of questions you asked an hour/3 days/1 week ago. You’re not actually interested but you pretend to. Fuck, don’t bother lah. 09RES 1) Travel. I was rather disappointed that I didn’t get to travel at all last year. For 2009, I foresee plenty of travelling opportunities for me work-wise, and hopefully on my own too. 2) Get screen for HIV. HIV screening is every sexually active individual’s responsibility. I got myself tested last year on the 12th Dec and I am declared HIV-negative on the 15th Dec 2008. Resolution accomplished! 3) Be financially independent and start saving. 4) Drop another 10kg. Maintain weight. Eat in moderation. Weather is cold. Food are greasy. This is an extreme test of my self-determination. 5) Cut down on drinking 6) Work the LTR. 7) Love myself better. Simply because self-confidence is a human magnet. For You Hi Sayang, If you see this, it is me sharing my life with you. Sorry I couldn’t be more sincere I just want to feel safe in my own skin, I just want to be happy again I just want to feel deep in my world But I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be myself anymore I’m going through a bout of depression Is this the 9th.. or 10th day? I haven’t felt with myself for a while. Those empty grins.. smiles… guffaws you saw over the weekend… it didn’t come from within. Sorry that I couldn’t be more sincere. Stronger than any caffeine I’ve ever come across; It is nothingness keeping and waking me up every night. 3 hours of sleep every night. Did it show on my face? I have much to be thankful for. My few but dear friends. The unexpected yet thoughtful christmas gifts from some people. A mother who makes double boiled soup for me. A solid roof over my head. The tangible things I own. The temptations everywhere. And yet I noticed the eyes and faces who doesn’t give a shit about me. They glare at me. So much to look forward to. New job. New career. So much to learn. Life. Experience. Culture. I feel good about how I look, but it’s still not enough. Time is running out for the young gun. The aching emptiness sullens D. People are People GAH I don’t have much time left right now to craft an long and introspective post - with constant referencing between thesaurus.com and merriam-webster.com - on what I discovered about myself through a person I thought I will never get along with. So surreal - this might potentially sound gay one day - and I’m still reeling in awe from last night. People are so interesting. She makes me seems so interesting. Who knew we could talk heart to heart?! *naval gaze* Edit: Perhaps I’ll elaborate more in another post, but you know… I always never follow through. Bahhh. Leave my kitten alone I feel trapped. Like a little girl holding on to a comical flock of balloons, unsure whether to hold on or to let go. For days, for weeks. What do I wake up for each morning? I haven’t been able to answer that for awhile. It is akins to asking why a sex addict is always in pursuit of hedonism. He wants it - oh no, he don’t. He thinks he needs it - but he’s doing fine without it. And then he finds the empty pot at the end of the rainbow. WISH I MAY, WISH I MIGHT I want a scottish fold. I really really want a scottish fold. Used to think that all cats are created equally: Whiskers? Check. Ears? Check. Fur? White, orange or tortoise shell, madam? *Comes with 3 rubba-point-activated meow modes. *Please upgrade for pest control purposes. ok seriously. I could do with a ruled/plain moleskine notebook, strictly black only please. I know they are fucking asspansif/overpriced for a stupid notebook and I’m a brandwhore for wanting a moleskine that costs… erm *paisay to say* But.. it’s MOLESKINE!!! You don’t know how happy I was when I received 2008 planner from my buddeh; she knew I wouldn’t dare to splash so much on a stupid notebook, so she got it for me instead. And after considering for so long, I decided this is the only thing I want that will definitely serves it purpose for the coming year. See? Who says wimmen are difficult to please? MNFCKRKY A lady clapped; the monkey clapped too. Let’s all applaud the monkey for its purported ingenuity. please don’t stalk/talk Incident A: A couple of years back I was closely acquainted with a particular guy - let’s call him Pricky. I am no longer on talking terms with Pricky as I felt he had an unyielding negative influence over me - wrong priorities in life, overtly superficial and materialistic brand whore. However it was also him who inspired and lead me into aspiring towards the ideal lifestyle and career I wish to carve for myself. He had always made little efforts to re-establish contact - calls, sms, using another person’s msn account, friendster - but all were ignored. I was going through my flickr account earlier and I only just realized a suspicious nick added me as a contact several months back. I connected the dots, googled and confirmed it’s identity - Pricky. I hadn’t suspected anything then as he had uploaded several photos/assuming the identity of an anonymous japanese man, in a sneaky bid to throw me off track. Wow. Well-executed. The extent some people goes to, so desperate to catch a glimpse of my boring life. Incident B: I had one of the most unsettling cab ride just now. At first the cab driver seems friendly, talking about makan places near my destination (home). And then he began to ask more - which way to go; which road to drive into; what’s near my place. Am irked, but I maintained cordiality. I rested my eyes for a moment and once I opened, he attempts to further the conversation - Am I listening to music now; which station; mp3 or radio; what kind of music; where do I get them from. At this point I showed some disinterest. And then he asked what was I doing earlier at Grand Plaza Parkroyal Hotel (A&F sale), what did I buy there, etc. I whipped out my phone and randomly sms-ed someone to appear preoccupied and gave some flippant responses. He said I look young (hearing this UNNERVES me even further). Studying or schooling? Graduated? Working where? Am I a SPH journalist? Will I write about him if he anyhow talks? What if I really am a journalist? If he guesses right, will he get a prize? *pervertic man-giggles* When I pay the cab fare, maybe he will take that as a prize and my change will be my prize. *pervertic man-giggles again* So fucking uncomfortable at this point. I just anyhowly grunted. Why is he being so intrusive? Why do he need to know so much about my personal information? Why didn’t he get the signal that I don’t wanna talk? Isn’t it obvious? I don’t normally have a problem shutting people up with my body language, but I’m inexperienced in spelling it (s-h-u-t-t-h-e-f-u-c-k-u-p) out. I’ll be honest lah. If it had been a younger/cuter/more well-spoken guy with better social skills/voice, I would have been a bit more engaging. But I kena-ed a 50+++ years old uncle who sounded like he preaches at the church and touches little boys; has low level social skills like you-know-who. Perhaps I’m just touchy when I’m tired. Note: There will be an upcoming post in conclusion to Incident A & B. Giving me-self some time to cool my head down. We need a resolution Is it too early to review? 2008 resolutions strike-off 1) Take care of skin, body & hair Ah… not bad, not bad. Along the way I discovered Vit C is very very good at clearing blemishes. I am very dedicated to my goal okay? Just look at the number of half-used creams lying around my table. I’m only waiting for the *ahem* right time to reward myself with SKII facial treatment essence! *rubba hands in anticipation* 2) Travel. Anywhere. F A I L lorhhhhh. Not even a triangle chop to JB. 3) Lose 5kg by June. Lose 10kg by December Failed to achieve the former; progressing well for the latter except I am now at the almost-almost-there-but-not-there-cos-stuck-at-plateau stage. That little bit just refuses to budge. *stomp feet*…… *thunder thigh jiggles* 4) Put more effort in dressing Super F A I L. I suspect I have a fashion sense of a lok kok man, which is extremely embarrassing considering my field of study. Dirty sneakers? Fugly sandals? Crumply berm-shorts? Same shirt in 2 colours? Same tees in 5 colours? 1 brown bag? 1 black bag? Wahlao, I just need 5pack boxers to complete a man’s wardrobe for a year. 5) Pick up photography Firstly, buying a pricey camera does not equates to picking up photography. While I’ve been reading a lot, I just did not have the inspiration to shoot anything. Besides, my flickr pro account expired 6 months ago and I haven’t felt the motivation since then. 6) Exercise HAHHHH. I can count the frequency on ONE hand. For ONE year. 7) Do not fall in love Minor setbacks in the beginning but am holding up quite well on this. Some subtle infatuation/attraction/horniness along the way, but there’s nothing a brr-brr can’t solve. focus woman, focus! I feel extremely bogged down and mentally exhausted lately. No, it’s not the lack of sleep. I’m going through a lull period at work, so nah… not work. Don’t even mention about affairs of the heart - it’s an effing ground zero over there. Perhaps it’s the rinse-repeat cycle I’ve been going through the last few weeks. Everyday I wake up and I plan my agenda for the day in my head: “I’m gonna do this and this, and settle that by the end of the day and then I’m going to prepare for that, yada yada.” But nothing gets done. That growing mental list of work responsibilities and personal obligations keeps growing and I can’t seem to decide and focus, so I push it off. You would laugh if you know what I felt I needed to do - fretting over such trivial matters. Trivial matters that I would like to settle by the end of the year. In 25 days. I’ve never felt weeks flying by so quickly before. I could… but… how can?! 夜盲症 我很喜欢听着蔡键雅的歌睡觉。 我也喜欢听陈奕讯的歌睡觉。 因为着两个创作家明白，爱不是说“我爱你”就够了。爱也不是你爱我就会有结果。 听着他们的创作，我完全能体会到每一句词的意义。好久没爱上一个能让我停止呼吸的人了。似乎望了爱的感觉。 听了他们歌曲的词，我可以记起爱的感觉。。。 爱一个人真他妈的麻烦。 Whining ahead! turn back turn back. Let me put it to you this way. If the possession in question today had been of greater material value, would you empathise better with my outburst? Imagine I scrimp and save monthly, and eventually bought a cute and humble Japanese car. Nothing fantastic, just a car in my favourite colour. I don’t drive it to work everyday cause I don’t need to. No worries about parking since I already have one (or a few, depending how you look at it) lot at my place. I’m very much contented to just take it out for a spin during the weekend. Out of necessity (or a whim), my family asked for my keys to drive my baby out. Without a second thought, I handed over my keys and said, “ok lorh, take care of it ah”. Then it becomes more and more often. Once I had to drive to where they were and hand over my car cos they needed it, then I took a bus home myself. Once in a while, I drive around you folks and I hear complains that the car is small, not spacious, “cannot put the things we bought from IKEA”. Oh really, I would love to drop you at the next bus stop so you can take a big and spacious, slow and steady Mercedes/Volvo home. A day becomes a night. A night becomes 3 days to and fro KL trip. My car came back dusty; Tires worn; Tank used up, empty. Not filled. There goes my mileage. Not even a word of thanks, or a box of donuts to show some kind of appreciation. Worst, I can’t fucking find my keys when I need them the most. And then one day while washing my car, I spot a heartsickening dent. Not big, but it’s there. Who the fuck wouldn’t be pissed? I felt like a caricature from a familiar movie scene. I’m the Classic Pushover who had been taken for a joyride again and again - Pun utterly not intended. p/s: Comment disabled because angry monster is rearing. Something for everyone. “Sometimes you have to just walk away. We all hate to fail, hate to give up, hate to give in. We love the challenge of life and want to keep on until whatever we are trying to ‘win’ has been overcome, vanquished, beaten, won. But sometimes it just ain’t going to happen and we need to learn to recognise those moments, learn how to philosphically shrug and walk away with our pride intact and our dignity high. … … If a relationship is coming to its end, instead of playing out long and complicated - and potentially hurtful - end games, learn the art of walking away. It’s dead, leave it. This isn’t a Rule that should be in the relationship section - it’s here because it is for you, to protect you, to nurture you. This is nothing to do with ‘them’ but all to do with you. If it’s dead, don’t go digging it up every five minutes to check if there’s a pulse. It’s dead, walk away.” As quote from The Rules of Life by Richard Templar Stinking, grubby paws. What did I sms you? I said No, not going to lend again. Seriously, what do I gain out of lending you? Not even a word of thanks, or show of appreciation. You take it as thought it’s natural; as thought I ought to offer my stuff to your pedestal. You peeled off my screen protector and now my baby’s scratched on the LCD and also beside the shutter click. Repair? You didn’t even say a thank, what makes me think you will say a sorry? Buy me a new one? HAH, please don’t make me spurt out the coffee. I can hardly believe you two uses my camera more than I get to. Months after months. I can proudly say that I have never, never asked to loan any of your electronics because I am sure you wouldn’t allow me to.  In fact yes, I’m too haolian to ask for it. What even more infuriating is, someone can proclaim it’s heavy blah blah, “maybe we should invest in a DSLR”. Oh really? Then please take your grubby paws off my unworthy thing and cough up your own. So many times I wanted to capture something, but my baby is not there. Looking at the scratches, I don’t know if I feel anger or sadness. I don’t even wanna take it out for fear that I might hurl the damn thing to the walls. I think I’ve been too nice and accommodating. So yes, this is the last fuck you and fuck off. 烂 我觉得，有些人真的是超级的XX。他们说的每一句话都带着一点点骄傲的讽刺。不知道他们是故意的，还是刻意的。我不记得我有几时做了对不起他的事，引导了他的不满。当我不开心时， 他刻意的说了一些没经过大脑的讽刺话。 是，我是去了interview, 着代表我赢取了那分工作吗？你觉的你说了一些自以为小聪明的话，你根本没想到我当时的感触是如何。我当时向你发脾气，是你惹出的祸。If it had been another person, he would’ve asked how she was, but if me - NADA. No way. 我觉得，他对某些人有不同的作风。例如对我，他不会维护我。如果我闹出事， 他不会站出来为我说话。着一切我都太明白了。我知道，我没比其他的妹妹一样年轻和漂亮。 我不会装可爱，我也不会认同他每个想法因为我有自己的想法。他这样对待我，是不是在说，我在他的目光里，不如其他人？我的意见只能得到他讽刺的回应，他对我的态度只能把我当成傻瓜？ 如果是这样的朋友，我一点都不希罕。 I don’t need people to brown nose me to boost my ego, I just need people to treat me with basic respect/honesty. Perhaps you need to do a reality check on how you treat some people.  No, my life does not revolves around you, but I do have a right to air my disdain once and for all. testing testing wandootwee 我可以写中文吗？ Edit: 特别感谢Mandrake的帮忙！ Fleet I have a neighbour. He moved in about 4 years back into the newer rows of terrace houses. I’m pretty sure this particular neighbour owns a particular interior design firm located along TPY, a 10mins walk from my office. I’ve seen his two maids working around the house, washing the cars, hanging the laundries, tending to his 2 young kids. Other than his young family of 4, his parents lives together with him. Eight people under one roof. He must have a pretty impressive investment portfolio. What’s even more fascinating is, he can afford to owns 6 bloody vehicles. A Merc, a Beemer, a Honda Fit (latest addition to the fleet!), a Toyota Lite Ace, a Toyota Prado and a white mini bus his father seems to adore. I’m quite sure there is one more, but I just can’t seems to recall what right now. His vehicles are all parked along the little lane outside his house. How do I know he owns these cars? 4 outta 6 has the same digits for their license plates - either AACC or CCAA. *use your brain* And I’ve seen the maid washing the other cars in the morning. And mind you, unlike some who buys a Mitsubitshi Colt Plus and park it 13 out of 14 days at home, I had noticed the cars are all driven out every day, with the Beemer and Merc on heavy on rotation. If I haven’t noticed the little plate beside the vans, I would have thought that he deal with cars/car rental. Alright, there is pretty much no point to this post - I just wanna wonder aloud, “TMD, why some people can own 6 bloody cars in times like these?!” Kopi-o gao, tabao! In a desperate bid to stay awake this morning, I had an extra special cuppa 3-in-1 Nescafe, complete with one additional teaspoon of Nescafe Gold Blend kopi hun. Usually if I’m early, I’ll trek over to the canteen and order my usual Kopi-O Gao. However I’ve been consistantly late since last Monday and I haven’t had my fix in ages… and I’m kinda freaking out, disoriented and my thoughts are unorganized… and I digress a lot. A lot.   I’m a huge coffee addict, but I’m not a particularly discerning drinker. I don’t know what’s the glory of Blue Mountain coffee beans as compared to Kopi Luwak. White coffee isn’t exactly white; I tried instant Vietnamese Coffee and I didn’t think it was any special. Affogato? Didn’t know what was that until I met Cakie. I only know, kopi, either has taste and no taste. Whether kopi is fresh or it has soured. My current company finally has a respectable fancy coffee machine that grinds up the Starbucks coffee bean and steams up the milk.� Most of the time I give it a miss in the morning; I don’t want to press the wrong button and have it end up like Mr. Miyagi’s Krap, I mean.. Krup. But of course, since I know nuts about Kopi (doubt any self-respecting Coffee Connoisseur would refer to Coffee as Kopi), this blog entry is not supposed to be about kopi but how I endured an acid indigestion through yesterday, cos my cuppa coffee was too strong for my stomach to bear. Felt like I had a ping pong ball stucked at the base of my lungs. Yeap. That’s about it. Coursing through my veins. Two somewhat phallic looking sculptures displayed prominently at the Changi T3. They just looks so much like penis veins. *cover eyes* Ciggs are easy to buy; Diff to smoke. I just suddenly feel like taking a break from all these. 1) The showy-ness of relationships and friendships are not for me. I wanna know people for who they are and not whether they are worthy of a parade with me. 2) I’ve come to realised no matter how nice you or I try to be, we can’t make everyone like us. The anal retentive few will take any opportunity to nit pick every little details; you’ll feel like you’re living your life according to their rules, instead of your own. If so, why not just pass me a roll of yellow masking tape, and I’ll tape up the small little space I’m supposed to stay in? 3) Would you gimme some time to let me talk,and finish my sentence? I’m tired. Let me get it out. 4) Sometimes I wish real life is as easy as “Friend” and “Un-friend”ing someone. You can “Fan” me, but I am not obliged to “Fan” back. Sheesh, what the hell am I talking about? I just need some times to clear my personal perspective and figure out who are the people who are worthy of my time and concern. I ought to just stop giving a fuck. Protected: Non-invasive. This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: Let my action speaks for myself. It’s almost here, almost here! I can smell the weekend! I survived my first week of work in my new co without any major hiccup or boo boo. Throughoutly enjoying my work here so far and I put what little I know of my merchandising knowledge to good use. I can’t help but compare how different I felt then and now. Back then, I felt like I didn’t gel with my former colleagues. Old birds and sample room staffs gave me no respects nor attention. Often, my samplings were ignore till the last minute and they made utterly no apologies in missing my requested deadlines. And being at the bottom of the food chain, I felt like I have no voice - I was often told I was not allowed to ‘chase’ anyone for my due work unless given the permission. All this made me feel like a redundancy in the company - very much like an extended internship program. Over here, I am forced to learn and pick up as fast as possible. While my partner is very understanding and patient in guiding me, I also have to take care not to annoy her with any stupid questions. Paper works does not frazzle me; however the communication with buyers and the factory staff does. I’m not a particularly detail-oriented person; I don’t have a knack for retaining written verbal much information and I am not good with regurgitating words from other people. A lot of times I forget that I have to stand up for myself and cover my ass in everything that I do, lest I get shot down for not doing my job properly. I don’t even know how to negotiate persuasively with the factories in order to get my stuff through. A lot of time I forget the tone of my emails, and my partner have to remind and correct me. I so bloody have to work on my ????. I’ve been pondering. Should I keep my private life outta my work, or should I open up? At the moment, I can’t help but feel abit of an outcast - I don’t know who they are talking about, who are their boyfriends (not like I want to know but its one of their usual discussion topics). They are way past the small talk stage, so how can I begin to mix in, without divulge my private details to them? In a work environment where pays and ranks makes the ladder, how do I maintain a level of sensitivity and professionalism? Most of them are younger than me, so maybe they are less aware of office politics and backstabbing. And I realized, offering sweets as a conversation starter only works to a certain extent. Protected: All sparks will burn out. This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: Protected: Details vs Big Picture. This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: Don’t Complain; Stop Whining This is something I do not fathom - Why do some Singaporeans who has the opportunity to go overseas choose complain about every insignificant details - like how “old and smelly the carpet at Heathrow Airport are” - and compare how different and/or better life is at Singapore. If I ever get a chance to travel my dream destination like YooKay, HongKong or Bali; Carpets are not the thing I would be noticing. I’d much rather absorb in the culture and lifestyle of the host country than to sweat over such little things. I’ve come across some blogs where SG exchange students complain how “difficult” life is at V@#$*, how “difficult” the people are in L$#*&. They complaint about the prices of food, transportation fare, nitpick over callcard fees, and even complain about their own fellow Singaporeans. They whined that their clothes never dry in Winter, that they are eating the same thing everyday and how hard it is to mix with the other folks. Not to be nasty or what, but it kinda makes sense why their lives are so “difficult” overseas. Who the hell will hang out with them if they can be so anal and calculative over every single thing; and all that comes out of their mouth are incessant whining? These people do not strike me as an easygoing and fun loving person. Not that I am being unsympathetic and apathetic over their situations; afterall, they are fresh new aliens in a totally different environment. I once had been utterly culture shocked by how drastically different things goes in China; Like those exchange students, I complaint and compared everything to my guide. By my third day, I learnt to appreciate and understand how things work over there. Instead of making excuses for my poor command of proper mandarin, I listened and learn their social terms. Rather than fret awkwardly over the safety of my personal belongings, I carried my bags ‘their way’ and behave the way they do. Sometimes, I really do enjoy talking to expats (coughpinoycough) in Singapore. They always strike me as extremely hardy and adaptable folks. Anything goes for them. Rather than groaning, why not learn to adapt? Better late than never. I really should brog (Ok fine, I can’t sleep right now) the fragmented memories of my 22nd b’day at Wala, lest I forget how ‘wonderful’ it was. 1. DPL ordered more than 8 different types of drinks, commanding that I ‘tah’. 2. I downed 3; spilled the whisky. 3. Then I fell asleep on the table. 4. In between comatose, I woke up and danced a little bit to rock musik. The table progressively grew taller and I fell underneath it. 5. Then came the Birthday cake. It was lit. So shiny. I picked it up and danced a little. Shirlyn was very amused. 6. I was groped. By males and females alike. 7. I puked. In the washroom. Yes, it was me. I smelt pepperoni. 8. I puked again. In the washroom. Yes it was me again. I smelt chicken wings. 9. I saw a blueblack on my palm the next day, and THEN I remembered Shirlyn passed me the tambourine. 10. I hugged various friends, and Brandon. Did I hug Simon? 11. I was dragged across the street by DPL again. Don’t remember what he want. 12. I went home with my old friend. 13. Got home. Mum wished me Happy birthday. Puked in room again. To be honest, that’s all I remember. Please feel free to contribute any embarrassing antics. Seriously, celebrate your birthdays with the Barflies at your own risk. I’m so glad there wasn’t any incriminating pictures, you know.. for proofing?