happy birthday singapore! it's funny how indifferent i was about it just a day ago and how supposedly patriotic i felt watching the parade on tv just now. it's been a exactly a year since i last watched its fireworks with my family while i was still in bmt.

it's been quite a weekend. finally finally met up with the oeti gang on saturday, after pang-sehing them for the umpteenth time last week. according to ee and andy i have become thinner, which is bad. ate at annalakshmi, an indian restaurant at alvin c's suggestion. the unique thing about the restaurant is the fact you can pay how much you deem fit since all its profits go to charity. it's got swanky, exotic decor too. the rest (minus alvin of course) thought the food sucked. i thought it was fairly okay then, since i didn't know what to expect. but in retrospect and after two visits to the loo, i think i concur. i wonder how the hell i downed all that.

then we went to dbl o. this has to be my worst drinking experience ever. i merlioned on the floor even though i don't think i drank that much and puked even when i reached home. my throat hurt and i felt so down in the dumps yesterday. but the way andy orders in jugs is a bit crazy. i wasn't the only one who puked anyway. ah well but the songs were fun since it was retro night. it was very funny too cos ee couldn't remember a thing from that night.

today i finally met up with weng lock after like weeks. hah. the scariest thing happened in the morning. an angmoh stalked me all the way from the junction outside hmv to sembawang music in cineleisure despite my efforts to shake him off before weng lock reached. either he was talent scouting or he had to be psychotic. since i rationalised the former was not quite possible i took off with weng lock the moment he came. anyway we watched mean girls. plenty of backstabbing, which isn't quite far off from the real world actually. then we had tea at coffee club xpress before going home. i watched ndp and a bit of singapore idol, which looks as promisingly entertaining as its american counterpart.

i've got jay's qi li xiang and elva hsiao's beautiful episode over the course of last week. the former sounds formulaic as expected and is typically self-indulgent. i thought elva was much more listenable but i'm totally sold on the jay's album title track for now.