A Birthday With The Dudes




A cake from Onnions. We were at Yishun Safra for our KTV session the night before the night before my birthday and I was presented with this little delight.

Don't judge a book by it's blog, I am not as popular as you think. So when I was presented with the first ever birthday cake that someone other than my family got for me, I really was touched.

I'm serious. Touched.



See?



Thanks, Onnions!

And on the eve of my birthday, the dudes came over for a gambling session.







Here's June.

Funny story, really. My dad was at home that night, and apparently, two of my friends, one of which was June, poked their head in, and got scared off by him. Literally. From what my dad said, they took off upon seeing him. He had to chase them to the lift and drag them back into my house.

Not the first time my dad's scared off guys. Bwahahahahahaha. The other time happened in Taiwan's XiMenDing, where the cute guy trying to pick me up took off when my dad, who was standing next to me, turned his head and stared daggers at him.

Anyways, back to the topic, Lazy got me a Swensen's ice cream cake.




Dude in white on the left is the other one who ran away when he saw my dad.





This sweetheart dropped by after midnight, and talked for awhile before he left.



And because the rest were playing mahjong, and mahjong took so long, Hock fell asleep.



Poor guy. Guard duty all the way!

And that, folks, was how I spent my birthday.

Trivia Of The Day


Was watching the original High School Musical show just now, and I found out something interesting.

The Wildcats basketball team members, for some reason, routinely changes numbers with everyone else. Take for example, throughout the show, the lead character, Troy, was number 4, then 14, then 10, then 14 again.

The most obvious one was a short part during the last song, when a dude was 6, then 11, then 00, then 6 again, in less than 5 seconds.

And just for that piece of trivia, I am now sick of the song they were singing. All in this together or something.

Bah.

Whose Little Ball Is This?




Little Ball loves his little baths. Ain't he cute?

CNY Day 1

Pictures from my second reunion dinner at my maternal grandmama's house.




I have no idea why the kid was there.







The informal 全家福

Reunion Dinner Celebrations


Photos from the celebrations from my paternal grandma's house.



Grandmama and Grandpapa with their great-grandchildren.





I usually don't post double photos of the same scene, but Chloe's many different faces are too cute not to.



*EDITED 29/01/2009 8.25pm*

Some unknownunknownunknown guy wanted me to insert the photos for years 2006-2007 as well.





*END EDIT*

So we did a Ngoh Hiong generation photo last year with Grandmama and the two preggos...



This year, we caught Grandpapa slipping out for his card game and dragged him back into the room for this photo. Notice that there are no more preggos and two more babies in the photo.



As it was my birthday the very next day, My Godmother and Leeling jiejie had a cake made for me. The evil Leeling jiejie had the number 22 printed all over it, so I couldn't deny that I was no longer 21.









Little Ball wants a photo with his auntie Jazzy too.




Little Ball and his KIM POH!!!!! Also my mother.

For links to other photos and videos from the Ngoh Hiongs' blogs, visit -

Zhizhong korkor's blog
Cudas' blog
Yihui's blog
Chloe's blog
Zayden's blog

For a slight scale of just how many people, how noisy and how warm it can get at every reunion dinner at the Ngoh Hiong house, check out the videos uploaded on Zhizhong korkor's blog first. We usually have all 3 tables in the living room in the past years, but this year we got too lazy to move the third table out to the living room.

I hope to spend all my reunion dinners in this house with my loving family in future.

............


I can't put into words how disappointed I am in you.

These few days without seeing you will really give me the time to have a rethink about this relationship of ours.

And After All That


.. you had the audacity to call it my fault for taking you at your word in that you'd be finishing early.

Okay.

I'm done.

Do your worst to me now.

The only thing other than numbness you can make me feel now is anger. So if you don't want to be talking to an empty shell, please pick quarrels with me. Be as unreasonable as possible. Make me feel at least something, anything, again.

I Love The Sax Part




Diana Krall, everybody.

Fresh Air Cove Never Felt So Cold


... it's no longer my birthday.

Actually, I'm Numb.


As with the numbness from pain and sadness, I feel numb in place of happiness. So I can't actually tell if I'm happy or sad anymore.

On Saturday, which was the eve before reunion dinner, I was reprimanded fiercely by him when he confronted me about inviting people to my place to gamble after reunion dinner. It'd be my birthday after midnight, and I really wanted to spend it with somebody. He had told me prior to that day that he would be spending the night at his house, and the message was reinforced when his relatives told him to stay and he nodded.

So ultimately, the message sent across was that despite knowing that he won't be with me for my birthday, I cannot call anyone else, in case he later "peng weh" and said that he only said maybe to staying at home. So for his maybe, I should stay at home alone on my birthday and not have any activities on my own.

Not as if he'd plan anything for me. Pfft.

I had thought that since we'd both be so busy for the CNY (if you haven't noticed, my birthday this year falls on the same day as the first day of CNY), he'd plan somehting for me the Saturday before (which was the day his family, for some reason, held a pre-reunion dinner consisting of more people that the reunion dinner itself, also the day I was reprimanded fiercely by him).

Apparently I was asking for the sky. Because he slept til 5pm, blamed me for not waking him earlier so he can go and buy socks, and we went straight to his house where I played the part of a vase for a few hours while he played mahjong.

While we were arguing, I pointed out the fact that since he was so angry at me for meeting other people during my birthday, he should've planned something for Saturday instead. He gave a ton of excuses why it wasn't done on Saturday, and then very angrily said that he planned for Sunday night, AFTER the reunion dinner.

So, ok. I cancelled plans with my friends that night. He came, and you know what his plans were?

Watch TV.

He called my friends at the last minute (the ones I cancelled with for him) to come, and bought a Swensen's ice cream cake for me. Pardon me for not being estatic for the first Swensen's ice cream cake someone ever bought for me, but I'd begged for that cake for 2 years before it happened. So I was kind of expecting it already.

And they spent the night gambling while I watched TV.

So today, he said he might be coming over after visiting relatives, to spend my birthday with me. When I asked him why, he simply said "Because you want, mah. "

So literally it means that he actually didn't want to spend my birthday with me, but that he would come because I'd want him to.

Fine. Don't bother yourself with trivial matters such as my birthday. I don't want you to do anything anymore.

And just in case he gave me trouble for finding entertainment and activities for myself again, I didn't plan anything today for after visiting my grandma's. And what do I get?

5 hours, alone in my room, doing nothing, don't dare to wash off makeup in case he wants to meet, absolutely no news from him at all.

Happy Birthday... to me.

Happy Birthday


..... to me.



Not that it was a sad one. This was what my brothers Onnion and Benny sang (wailed mainly, Benny was drunk) for KTV last night. I'd like to think it was for me.

Anyway, YAY~!

I'm 21 (again)! I'm gonna be 21 for the next... 4 years.

Resentment


I hate you for doing this to me.

After everything, all you have to do is to dust off your ass and walk away, or while the day away in some corner where you don't see my pain.

I don't have this privilege. I don't get to walk away. I get to feel the pain first-hand. This bloody, gnashing, ripping myself out pain, just because I am me.

And after all that, you're still so insensitive toward my feelings, as if I can forget about it. Pushing my self esteem to way below zero, making me feel more worthless than each day before, by subtly dropping hints that nobody else would ever want me if you leave me. Making me feel as un-special, as common as any other common girl you see on the street. Worthless. Worthless to you.

If I want to, I can have a million other complaints about you. But I don't see the point in posting here anymore. I don't see the point in letting people know that you control my emotions with the corners of your lips. I just don't see the point anymore.

I hate you for letting me rot and fester inside.

Fulfilling


I know the title is so totally out of whack with the previous entry's title, but it's about two entirely different matters, okay.

Many things done today.

Took the birds out for feather clipping alone. Walked from home to the parrot shop at 900+ area and back, and then some more. Now I have blisters in between my toes where the rubber of my slippers contacted with my feet.



Anyways, I felt real bad when Cash gave the guy who was clipping her flight feathers a nip and he bled. A lot. He tried to put back together Cash's carrier and got his blood all over it. But then again, I did tell him to use the cloth to cover Cash's head when he did the clipping, but he didn't listen. Bah.

I worked for a little when I got home, and let Mika play on the table where I sat at. Big mistake.



One. Mika is too adorable not to pay attention to. Also, he kept coming over and nudging my finger with his head, asking for a tickle.

How to concentrate like that?

And two,



... there's a reason why Mika's nickname is called "Tyrant" and "Destroyer". He threatened to bite Mandy whenever she came near, and when not begging to be tickled, went about destroying my documents.



But still, so cute. So cute.

Cash was incredibly pek-chek with me for the whole day because she felt molested (by the dude who clipped her flight feathers for her). Wouldn't even let me touch her without threatening to bite.

I cleaned out both their cages in time for CNY. Methinks new toys are in order.

Other than playing with the birdies today, I irritated the hell out of Tracy.















My baby loves me. Hehe.

Also, after the Lazy got home from work, we went with my mom to FarEastFlora to shop for CNY flowers. Mom went crazy and bought many many flowers, ALL of them Orchids. And I, being the usual non-conformist, went ahead and bought Petunias. I don't usually buy potted plants, but these were so sweet, I couldn't resist.



They're circled in yellow.

So yeah, fruitful and fulfilling day.