The money gets lesser every year

CNY is always the same, what can I say. Only difference is that my relatives on my mom's side found out that I play mahjong. There was blackjack, as usual, Bernadine was banker, as usual, she won a lot, as usual, and I lost a lot, as usual.

It's been a bittersweet CNY; nice things happened (my bank account doesn't feel so empty anymore... being jobless is expensive), bad things happened (never met her before), but yeah, life goes on.

The weirdest thing is people wishing me happy new year. Doesn't feel like a new year.

Last Monday's plan was to go for some party at MOS, but Dhana couldn't print out his free ticket, so we went to CHIJMES. It would seem kind of gay, just the two of us, but we're way beyond that kind of shit. La Baroque was nice, but watching him get huggy touchy feely with Nora the hot hostess was a bit annoying. The guy knows everyone there from when he used to work there. He knows the head bouncer, which is how we got into La Baroque when the age limit is 21 or 23 or somewhere there. Douglas O's band wasn't bad. Their rendition of Chasing Cars wasn't bad, but in my opinion, there are only six people that do Chasing Cars better than Re-entry: Johnathan Leong, and Snow Patrol.

Met Lawrence at the wake, whom we haven't seen in a long time. Nice fella, nice long chat, nice new ideas for the youth ministry. Anyway he pointed something out to us:

Straits Times February 11 page 7

Yeah yeah... bottom of the page:

Eh?

EH?!

AHMA! Why your eyes so big?! Lol!

Lol don't worry, Cheryl. We're all proud of you or being the hottest scholar in NTU so much so that they're willing to put your face in the papers. :D

Heh heh I'm gonna bring the page to the meeting on Saturday...

I wanna watch Prison Break Season 2! Mel!!!!!!!!!

I wonder... what's the point of me selecting "Remember Me" everytime I sign into Bloger if I have to do it everytime?

Don't really feel like blogging, cuz I'm dead beat, but I haven't done so for a while and it's not healthy. So yeah I'll just scribble something here.

Well, not scribble, of course. Er... hack? Hack, that's it. I'll just hack something out here.

Something's wrong with my g key.

Last Friday was a weird change. Instead of gymming, we ended up playing soccer. The opposing team had quite a line up, Nirej was saying. They had Peter Crouch (Aftar), Riise (some guy that kicks real hard... *insert expletive here* painful), an S League player, Stephen Chow (some other guy who has hair like him).... and Karthik.

Last Saturday's jamming session went better than the last one. Nirej's brother came and was snapping photos of us. I look rather unphotogenic (if there is such a word), but at least now I have slightly nicer phoos in the Re-enty Friendster page other than that Prison one. I got to play the bass! So cool! Wheeeeeee....

I met one of Dhana's friends, Danesh. They knew each other from Hindi class in Sinda. Nice chap, got his own sheeshah bong and everything. Not that merely owning your own sheeshah bong was enough for me to call him cool, he's just a nice guy. Apparently, he's from Ngee Ann Primary, so he knows Regina and Kit and all. Small world. Went to Georges for drinks, saw Billy there. Guy hasn't changed a bit. Everyone thought he would lose weight or something, but he's still the Billy we know.

Gymming getting slightly better.

Been having too much Subway. Funny thing is that I told Small Joe ast Sunday that honey mustard is the best sauce that Subway has, and when he said he didn't like mustard, I said it doesn't matter. Then Kim bought me a sub today with sweet onion sauce and I realised that sweet onion's better.

Saw the Charlton Man U match at Georges. I wanted to bet Man U wins, away away and 3-0 to Man U, biut I didn't. Turns out they nly won 2-0. Ah well.

I'm pretty sure there were a few more hings I wanted to say, but I can't rememer right now, so yeah.