who keep complaining and mourning on their fucked up life, I do not want anyone of you to be a pathetic loser, whether or not you're getting high pay or studying in the most prestigious institutions or selling weeds and dvds. You have a reason to live, you're not living for others, you do not want to lose your life by doing something that you don't even like it or doesn't makes you happy.
Only by doing what you like makes you shine.
You have a life, live it with pride.
Destiny is for loser.
It's just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen
Getting pissed off over the littlest things these days.
Its either the undeniable stress or my patience level had just dropped tremendously to let it hit me that i despise too many things in life which i've been keeping inside all these while. Things about almost everyone.
Or maybe i'm just bitter,
too sensitive,
or maybe i just am too observant?
My mum always tell me its never right to be overly judgmental,
but this is too clear for anyone to see.
I hate it when people use their ass to think before they speak. And ignoring the possibility that what they utter might hurt others in ways undefined.
I just don't fuckin get it,
why do certain people tend to be like a sponge,
absorbing their surrounding ineveryway possible
and not admitting it,
living with the assumption that nobody will notice how big of a copycat they actually are.
never heard of the wordoriginalmaybe?
Some would even go all out to spite others. For instance, getting somethin that they dont even fancy which they know the other person wants so badly just to prove a point.
Sounds familiar to you too?
Well you gotta give these kinda people some credit
at how vicious they can be. fuckin heartless.
Some will treat you like the queen or your best-friend-forever or what-you-can-think-of when they need something from you.
But again, when they dont, youre just
rubbish.
This is so annoying, like seriously.
But the thing I hate the most is being a ....
concerning friend punching bag (idk what else to call).
Being softhearted occasionally makes you look
idiotic rather than kind.
It will bring you no where,
NO ONE
you can trust me on that.
I hate caring for people who forgets that
i actually have feelings and my own shits to deal with.
I hate it that im always the sensitive one
when it comes to their issues.
Listening and comforting, putting myself in their shoes.
But again and again, when im the one in deep shit,
everyone's just too busy or too oblivious.
Maybe that, or they just take it lightly,
making a joke out of it even. lols, unbelievable.
Sad to say that till now, i still cant find that one person who will put my problems above theirs.
So after all the complaints and delays and whatever reason could possibly think of,
Brian the Great decided to have our
family dinner
at this miserable restaurant AGAIN.
CHILI'S.
(shouldn't it be spelled as chillies
instead of chilis? whatever.)
So here goes our family members :
Brian Phuah
(the talented, well-rounded, ego child)
Joe Lee
(the Angelina Jolie / Love God?)
Jason Sabai
(the Ibanese who always grab everyone's attention when he shows up in Bakuteh restaurant)
Jeremy Neoh
(the brother from another mother)
Trudy Lim
( the...me?)
Becky Ang
(the bestie from brunei who called me streptococcus which is a type of bacteria)
Michelle Ngo
(the HeaLin aka Major Bimbo in town)
Deborah Ng
(the female version of brian Phuah, enough said?)
and of course the sweetest couple in town!
Jaws Yuvanes
(the brother which has a name of a fish? :D )
Molly Hor
(the mother of MOLE and the mother of TBM <3 )
Waited for almost an hour to get our table thanks for Brian who pick the right place for our dinner. Mehh.
Everything goes perfectly fine I would say
besides the fact that I was having fever :(
Grumpy face for the waiting.
Loud child and me.
Deb and bimbo.
Jaws and the Mole.
Me and the sohai Jer.
I look like those cranky auntie here.
Jh looks like..retard.
:D
And here comes TBM!!
Molly can't close her mouth, so 2nd attempt for close mouth shot.. . . .
spot the gap -.- (still fail) 3rd attempt... . . . . .
How is it possible to close Molly's mouth? :D
FINALLY
Give up.
Our trademark shot - FAILED.
Mouth sealed but face fail. (molly what happened to you-.-)
the mich, still being bimbo!
I forced to take this shot secretly so that
Brian didn't notice I'm taking his shot.
(wtf I sound like a stalker,
because no one can capture his face successfully! hmph!)
Brian did the Spongebob 'crying' sound which was.....epic. I guess the ppl from the restaurant just fucking hate us because we laughed like nobody's business, from some extend I think it sounds like crying more than laughing. That bad I can tell.
And of course, the loud child (jiahui) seems never ceased to amazed by the song Whip My Hair by Williow Smith . Which broughht us heaps of laughters too :D
' Shit it stucks in my head. It's like there's a little me whipping my hair back and forth. '
=______________________=
Food awesome jokes awesome ppl awesome and
everything just fine indeed.
After dinner I ask mr.ian to pick me up and jiahui tagged along.
We had SO MUCH FUN gossiping you have fucking no idea!!! hah!
It's all about having the same wavelenght.
That's why we always say we are brothers from different mothers LOL
But since she's way more dirty-minded than me,
I can conclude that Annie Tay is her long lost mother
*inside jokes*
you know I don't mean it love :D
Okay since my blogging mojo doesn't seems to stay so I would like to let the ictures do the talking
