WELCOME TO FLAT 69.

bread & butter pudding


...can you smell it?
...are you hungry yet?

more food to come soon....

Look what I bought!

I went shopping one day, and look what I bought:
a flatmate!

TINY JESH!!!

*note: this is NOT an optical illusion*

How girls get their way.

Okay, i have been seriously inspired by Tisha (for all the wrong reasons). The following is a very very rough draft of what I would submit to Cleo Magazine [given the chance]...



Scenario 1

Julie: "Henry, can you please do [insert whatever needs to be done here] for me..."

Henry: "I'm lazy! You go do it yourself!"

Julie: "Pleaseee... Pleasee.."

Henry: "No lahh! Lazy!"

Julie: [sniffles] ... [tears well up]

Henry: "OKAY OKAY! I'LL DOO!"



Scenario 2

Jeff [Tisha's skipper boyfriend]: "I'm leaving you!"

Tisha: "Don't you daree!"

Jeff: "Oh yeah, whatchu gonna do to stop me?"

Tisha: "If you leave me, I'll eat too much chocolate and bread
I'll go eat bread. Is that what you want!? You want me to eat bread AFTER 5PM!?"



What ever happened to conventional begging?! ...

why tisha makes me laugh.

There's still much to be blogged about and pictures to be uploaded but that will all have to wait. I first wish to blog about my beloved sister.

They say sisters share a psychic bond, that it is the same blood that runs through them, that they are so alike and share the same thoughts... [okay, i don't know who says that but you know what i mean laah].

If someone were to ever say I share the same thoughts as tisha, okay la not so bad. We both find it funny that dad was bored one night so he walked to my cousin's place down the street to borrow a dvd (when no one else shared in our laughter).

If I was told that we look alike, okay lah, not so bad. For some strange reason boys tend to find Tisha quite sizzling.

But if someone were to EVER. EVER. EVER say we shared the same dietry requirements / food processing system, I would smack them in the head.

My sister is the only person I know who gets hungry if she has a runny nose. Who got dangerously allergic to diary after her love of chocolate got excessive.

Who CANT EAT BREAD AFTER 5 PM ELSE SUFFER THE FLU THE NEXT MORNING

HAHAHAHHA

UPDATE: she also mentioned that:-

Tube Trip to Richmond

I have much to rant about. And I am glad. This is what I call "productive procrastination" - woohoo! aliteration. double points for me if I were playing scattergories. I have already cleaned every nook and corner of my airplane-like bathroom, thanks to inspiration from Rachel Kwan who is an OCD and cleans her toilet twice a week, every week on Wednesday and Sunday. She also happens to be related to MADAM KWAN [heehee. now we all know why she's my friend].

1st March 2008
Before I start, you must understand why we went all the way to Richmond in the firstplace.

It was just to meet Henry the VIIIth - The one who had 6 wives: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.


Clearly we weren't satisfied with the Henry we already knew.

*drumroll* aha. Tammi, you're so funny.
[sense my sarcasm]

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Henry, Julie, Dennis and I met at Holborn station promptly at 9am.
Henry: "Eh, you all got bring passport ah?"
Julie & Tammi: [panic] "HAH?!"
Henry: "Ya what. Go ZONE 4 - just about a different country already"

...and so began our journey to the very end of the District line to Richmond.

Richmond - by the River Thames

Julie was THOROUGHLY fascinated with the cherry blossoms.


The BOYS.


The GIRLS.


The COUPLE.


two girls. a guy. and a MARKET of FRESH FOOD.
The person who sold me my gigantochoco cupcakes is a man. A straight man. From New York. Who handbakes all his muffins. Even the BRIGHT pink one that matched julie's pink sony camera. sigh...what has the world come to.


Our glorious lunch complete with FRESH apple juice by the river.


two guys. a girl. and the HAMPTON COURT CASTLE.
I reckon I would've enjoyed it a bit more if I still had my giganto muffin with me. Sadly I had devoured it all in a matter of seconds. Thankfully though, Dennis had brought Godiva chocolates. ooh. Divine.




Whilst waiting for our tickets, in the gift shop.
Now, THIS is SPARTA.


before entering the castle.


*random: there was a flower exhibition going on INSIDE the palace.

[insert boring/inspiring commentary about the Hampton Court Palace and its place in history]


posing with the flowerrrs.


Heading to the MAZE! - yah huh. Like in Alice in Wonderland. We were all so excited...


Then we got there and realized it was pathetic - 3 year old kids could complete it without getting help or getting lost. I felt so cheated.


So off we went again, into the maze. This time, individually - a race, to see who managed to get out first. Like I explained before, it was a no-brainer and Julie and I got out barely minutes after we began our conquest.

[NOTE: this is actually the only part that is vaguely interesting in this entire post - it's long but I would honestly recommend a read]

Julie's phone rings.

Henry: "JULIE. Where are you? Where's Dennis and Tammi? Are they out yet?

Julie: "I'm here with Tammi, Dennis isn't out yet."

Henry: "I'M LOST!"

Julie: "Huh? Just follow the route we took the first time."

Henry: "But I cant remember! ...At the second junction turn right or left ah?"

Julie: "errrr. I don't know! Just .. just keep running until you hit a dead end then retrace your steps and take a different route - it's SO simple!"

Henry: "I'm running! I'm running! BUT CANNOT FIND! And now I'm so tired and scared"

Julie: "Okay okay, just calm down and walk. Follow the children! They all know how to get out! Follow people around you!"

Henry: "But there's NO ONE AROUND ME! I'm all alone.. Can you help to direct me?"

Julie: "Okay, sure.."

Henry: "Okayy... I see green. And branches. Where do I go now?"

[at which point Tammi is already in fits of laughter]

Tammi: "He's SHITTING YOU!"

Julie: "errr.... Henry are you kidding me?!"

Henry: "NO! I'm honestly losttt! .. I'm so scared.. Seriously, don't leave without me okayy!"

Julie: "okay! Just calm down and take deep breaths. I'm waiting right at the exit for you."

Henry: "Oh! I think I'm at the exit.. Err, I see a bird"

Julie checks the exit and theres a statue of a black bird.

Julie: "YES! you're here!"

Henry: "Oh okay! What colour is your bird?"

Julie: "Black."

Henry: "..oh... Mine's white. HOW! Julie I'm scared!"

...this carries on for a good five minutes or so with me trying to persuade Julie to no avail that Henry is just kidding around. Henry and Dennis emerge in hysterics. I'm laughing till tears brim my eyes. Julie pouts.


Henry kena punishment. Julie merajuk with him.



whoooh. Good stuff. That maze incident made the whole trip all the way to whoopwhoopland worth it!

A lesson in... fat.

[the following story took place last Thursday the 28th of February and is a true event. there may be minor discrepancies between the actual event and my written account.]

Le Hong: "Eh Julie, you FAT oredi. See! [pokes Julie's stomach] Got tah mi!"

Julie is mortified.

Le Hong: "You don't be like my friend Fui Sze. I tell you what happen to her."

[refer to diagram in blue]

Le Hong: "See my friend. When she come to London. she skinny.
Then after one year. She eat the many potato.
Then bee cahm FAT.
But then she go home for summer. and NO POTATO.
So become skinny again.
Then she come back to LSE. She eat Salad. Fruit. Soup.
But also got a little bit of junk food laaa. hehh.
So now skinny again.
But got HEALTH PROBLEM.
Must do blood test."

Julie, I feel your pain.



But then Henry, upon hearing this. Writes up a PURELY fictional story on yours truly:

[refer to diagram in red]

Tammi in Melbourne is chubby. After 10 000 boarding house pastries, she gets FAT. But then she goes clubbing and gets herself a boyfriend = skinny again. But then Malam Bakti happened. And Tammi became obese.

As time approaches infinity [ t --> ∞ ],

JPEG unvailable. NO SPACE.

grrrr. Henry smells.

MSS nite!

It was the one event that took up the majority of my time - it even beat the time spent on Malam Bakti in the two week lead-up to the 23rd of February. I think I survive better on two minute breakfasts and lack of sleep. MSSnite is over now, and I have managed to waste my Sunday away doing effectively nothing but sleep and eat. What I do best.

ANYWAYS. For my fellow friends [ yes i think feebs (selah too cool already teehee), you may be the only one who reads this in australia and probably tish because i know she's really a hungry hungry gossip-monger who stalks people online ] who may not know what its about, MSSnite is the annual Malaysia Singapore Society event that takes place in the second term of uni. It's always a talent show, and its always a fund-raiser.

Twas a bit unfair in the fact that two committee members managed to claim the prize of 120 pounds (including yours truly), but hey, who's complaining :]. It's finally over, and I must say it wasn't as overwhelming a celebration to mark the end of Malam Bakti, but I really enjoyed it :).

The fact that it was a triple celebration was just a bonus.

Happy 22nd, Justin and Happy 23rd, Patrick!!!

I forgot to take ANY photos from the show [due to the fact that Henry and I were only finalizing the MC script at the last minute] but here are some from the afterparty:

Patrick, who turned 21, and Rachel.

I was trying to take a photo of the club. but Nee's lashes came out pretty nice anyway. haha.


on the prowl for more bankers!!! RWAR! [I'm sorry, I just really stop myself when it comes to the banker jokes]


the awesome threesome - minus Jin. Winners of the Open Category what with our talent for spoofing songs..

"I've been sucking on you since I don't know when...
My mom's made up her mind, this must come to an end
She must be maaaaad. She has no idea.
It makes me sad. It must truly be her life goal.
My life will just have a hole.
JUST ONE SUCK and all the angels will sing
You hang off my neck like 50cent bling Wo u oooh"
[sung to the tune of mama mia]



the already drunk birthday boy claiming "you're not SOBER enough!"


the oh-so-evident signs of drunkardness. sexayyy.




COMMITTEE SHOTS :)

Shocked at the amount of alcoholic drinks the human body is able to consume without its liver breaking down. the appalling camera man neglected to include the other empty bottles and glasses in the photo. My apologies.


the woman largely responsible for my dancing to High School Musical dance moves in the middle of the dance floor.


i really like this shot of dawn, julie & kareen :)


with the girls [l-r] julie, kareen, HER ROYAL GORGEOUSNESS, dawn and rachel.


heehee.


i think that was after one particularly foul strawberry vodka shot.


Henry's natural state.


21 and more than legal... Patrick's getting some action.


Patrick's kawaii pose.


with the other birthday boy, Justin. Such a stereotypical Treasurer he is.

insert more random shots of me with my head tilted at a 90 degree angle, and that completes the tri-celebration of MSS night. The twenty-third of February :)