"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." - Hebrews 11:1

Friday, May 18

all the car talks!!! and its easily 545am. said bye to the ferrari siao guy. aka Tushan lor. haiya, but i realised i found a new love after my first love. my bmw z4. is sitting at the front of my desktop for oggling purposes. cause lately, bit sian hor, keep seeing yan dao[s]. (means i need to work on a new wallpaper liao. more yan dao, they'll look more yan dao when u put 4-5 gorgeous pictures together). i lurve the new Maserati. :) cause you know why. cause Healing Hands 3, Henry drives it. and i got swooned by it. erm by the machine first then the man. arhahar but Bowie Lam has been cute lar.

first yesterday started with a trip down to the stupid NEC service centre cause the comp was having a serious error. it'll have this fatal error message and disallow me to use the comp from starting up for the next few hours lor. brought it down today, the comp managed to boot up. so in the end, the fault lied with stupid 3rd party parts that Harvey Norman inserted for the ram. damn-ed. actual 1 GB of ram cause of the upgrade became 2 GB of ram, cause the comp to act cranky cause one of the RAM chips ain't working lar. madness. i guess the one inserted now, [comp's running on 1 GB of RAM only] is working. its the other chip. fair enough with NEC that they found out the comp had external party add ons, didn't wanna void the warranty for me. just have to see lor. so annoying.

then it was lunch at far east with Emo Boy. his shopping at Topman. walk walk walk around the departmental stores. ew. not a fan. but i saw the RED blouse over at G2000, damn gian now. wanna buy lor. looks good, must go and ask mummy liao arhhar. otherwise just come out with the money and add a nice looking blouse in it damn cool. arhahar. and what, both of our players died on the mrt journey. and yes before i was gonna meet him i met this really shuai ang moh. OMG. he looked like Ethan Hawke arhahar. sssh.

so many guys name and cars. i ki siao le lar. :) but here's a big thank you today, to Justin, Tushan and Martin for the fun day out. hope Lavvie gets better soon, at Changi hospital today, arhahar, i came early, so i went up to the glass windows and just stood there. scenes of Healing Hands 3 kept flooding my mind. then i stood there, and smiled to myself lor arhhar. ridiculous. but yar, i suddenly felt that being a doctor or a nurse is super cool. wei da ok. :) but then again i walk by the patients, my heart will cringe abit. the pain, the tubes get inserted. i sort of feel like screaming.

getting to changi hospital was embarrassing. cause first, i ended up on the wrong side of the road after coming out of the mrt. second, i stopped early and ended up stopping at ITE's campus. waited for another bus, i still ended up stopping one stop before the stop nearer to Changi Hospital. one thing is either i cannot count bus stops, or 2 my eyes don't know how to read signs. but anyways, determined to reach my destination, just walk lor one bus stop distance LOL. find my way round. quite fun lar hor.

and then bowling with "commander", tushan and "marty" commander should have a new name called ah gong yar. he bowls damn pro de. the pins melt at the sight of the ball. lightly but surely. marty had career high arhhar and the rest were just average scores. my scores are horrible. arhahar. but ok lar. then the bowling part reminded me of you know what again. HEALING HANDS 3 again. cause Frances loves to bowl after work with her own accessories of her own ball and shoes. Diao. arhhar, my first shot was her advice she told Paul "don't look at the ball, look at the pins" arhahar. but for me, i like looking at the arrows on the floor. haix. lao mao bing. keep bowling to the ball to the eventual right hand side. ew. but aiyah. have fun can le.

so much fun. i don't think i can wake up early arhhar. going to bed at 6am. oops. don't let mummy know. she'll kill me. "you want to fall sick again huh". =X nitey. and thank you for the fun day today. arhahar.

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