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Tutee’s gonna move.. I need another job pretty soon. Anyone who knows anyone else who needs any tuition let me know ya? Preferably a weekly 2 hr session for upper sec. Thanks.

It's been extreme binge-eating the past 3 days *burp*, and I feel a tad guilty for not exercising as much as I ought to. Aishu and Jing say the extra flab goes when school term starts again.. hur the devils! But it was good, the fried mars bars with vanilla ice-cream, glazing rasin and almond pretzels (that are going 3 for the price of 2) and crystal jade shrimp paste chicken wings. And then Katong laksa and Kublai Khan buffet (post birthday celebration!) today.

Kublai Khan was somewhat of a last minute decision after we couldn't get seats at Vienna Restaurant (which i absolutely adore for its funky teapot soups and test-tube juices). YC and I reached the restaurant somewhat earlier than my family and decided to look around. The likes of french fries and deep-fried spring rolls did not seem worthy of the 31++ bucks per pax buffet dinner reservation we made, and it wasn't till we asked the waiter that we were told that they were having a function. Food on the menu was only to be served half an hour later. And some of the paying diners were already tucking into the substandard spread.

Foodwise, only the mongolian bbq was good, and perhaps the chocolate fountain. But it doesn't quite justify the cost of the dinner because:

1. Shark's fin soup lacked the fin; loster salad was nothing but fruits.
2. Sashimi was badly-sliced, and the wasabi, an odd mixture without its characteristic pungent taste.
3. Pasta tasted partly raw.
4. Teppanyaki was bland, unappetising to the palate.
5. Ice-cream was partially melted. Eugh…
6. It lacks the carving table its website boasts of– the roasted duck and black pepper beef and smoked salmon.
7. Half of what is stated on the menu isn't present.

Thought service was acceptable till YC and I asked for water from the drinks counter. "6 glasses of water?", the waitress asked in disbelief. She then proceeded to ask for our table number, looked to check the number of the number of people, before agreeing to serve us our drinks. Oh come on, so you think we'd cheat you of the other 4 glasses of water? Also, they started packing up too early and the chocolate fountain was gone an hour before closing time. No chocolate-coated grapes for me =(

And of course it doesn't help when 3 of us end up with diarrhoea the moment we get home. I doubt I'm ever going back there ever again. Anyone who wants the 10 bucks voucher I have can ask me for it. Will gladly give it up.

Location (Park Mall): 3.5 stars
Ambience: 2 stars
Food: 2 stars
Service: 2 stars
Pricing: Overpriced.
Overall: 2 stars

I've got an uncanny knack of attracting psychotic weirdballs, it seems. Scary scary people who scare the daylight out of me. 2 incidents within the span of a month.. eughhh.. keep them far far away from me.

1. Was waiting to cross the road after brunch this morning when I noticed the man. Clad in black pants and a green tee with sun tanned skin, he seemed ordinary enough, at least till he started muttering and gesturing wildly. I stood looking at him, trying to figure if he was speaking to me. It was a good half minute before I realised he was accusing me of staring at him, complete with explicit vulgarities. I told him as pleasantly as I could that I thought he was trying to ask for directions. But the lunatic continued his rant, mumbling out loud I'm a hooker trying to seduce him and adding that there are better girls all around. The utmost insult! It took all my willpower to refrain from whacking him, which I somewhat regret not doing now.
2. Was down at CGH early one morning to examine a hernia case before he entered the OT. The student lounge would only be opened at 7 and so I sat near the lift lobby in the dark waiting for the rest of my CG to arrive. And a rhythmic "taaaaat" sounded, softly at first but it eventually grew louder as the source came to view. The man had a funny gait, slapping his right (I think) foot onto the ground with each step he took with it and creating an extraordinarily loud thud. As he came nearer, I closed my eyes pretending to sleep lest he should notice me staring at his gait. The rhythmic thuds stopped and I opened my eyes thinking he had moved off. But there he stood, right in front of me and much too close for comfort. To avoid a confrontation, I pretended to go back to sleep, opening my eyes again about 5 minutes later. Yet he was still there, in the exact same position staring at me. For awhile, we just stared at each other. He finally broke the silence with a greeting in mandarin, his face stoic and voice devoid of any emotion. I didn't reply and there was silence again. He continued by asking why I was there. I kept quiet. "To see a doctor?", he offered. I still didn't respond. "Waiting for someone?", he asked again. I nodded, hoping to hurry him off. "Had breakfast yet?", he continued. I nodded my head, after which he slowly shuffled away. And I hurried off to seek refuge somewhere safer.

I always thought I take about 45 min to complete my usual jog of about 4.5 km round the lake. So imagine the pleasant surprise today when I saw the 3 km marking on the ground. Hurhur, that means at least 6km there and back!! I'm not as slow as I thought afterall. Yipps =)

Anyway my legs feel like jelly now, and my butt is more jiggly then ever. Need more exercise, more workouts. And I wanna windsurf. But I need company from the west so I don't have to travel there and back alone. So irritating…

Woot! Last day of pros darlings. No more neuroscience and microbiology, time off finally for some shopping and guilt-free entertainment. Hurh, new bags and shoes and earrings and clothes. And more baking and cooking and eating and splurging.. so utterly utterly heavenly =)

Singapore Film Festival's here and it's got me beaming with excitement. Think the likes of Amélie or Vita e bella, of life and beauty and of movies under the stars. And hopefully it'll be something to neutralise those sore disappointments of Perth and Be With Me. Local art films just aren't up to standard yet.

Partyworld and sushi buffet tomorrow with YC and then off to catch Budak at blue moo come Friday night. More plans to last the 3 weeks: badminton, cookiebaking, pastamaking, bukit timah hill trek, learning to rollerblade and johor trip. Whoever's free for shopping call me!!! Mr Bay, let's get more anat group outings organised, yes? Maybe lunch at Samy's Restaurant down Dempsy or something.

Will have to finish up the stagnant UROP project though. I need more little kids to do my survey. Someone volunteer their little siblings or cousins please?

Looking forward to tomorrow. It'll be fun =)

Early dinner today at crown prince swenson's to celebrate Xinyi's birthday. A pretty good turnout, and we sat musing on how we still keep in contact. Almost 8 years since the fateful decision which put us through those torturous trainings that built the bond. 4 years since we parted ways for the different junior colleges, and a couple more before we take on our individual roles in the society's workforce. I quite miss the darlings and those rolling good times. Yumin's silly antics, Wendy's quirky humour, gossipy Xinyi, Huiyi's motherly goodness, even Wee Cat and her act-seh demeanor. We had our very own Journey to the West, footage of Wendy shaking her booty during kbox and little jokes and idiosyncrasies that never fail to entertain. Happy happy times =)

Dinner was good. Gigantic card Wendy made was lovely! Hah.. the creative genius. Couldn't stay for kbox. Ah well, perhaps some other time.

“Eat me, eat me,” I heard the monitor croon. Late last night, much to my amazement, she started singing.

 ”Eat me, eat meeeeee…”

And she flashed herself for all she’s worth.  I couldn’t take it, no i couldn’t. Last night I bared my teeth and sank them in. She screeched and shrieked in pain and agony, yet managed to keep her pretty song going.

 ”Eat me, eat meeeeee…”

Oh, how alluring, that sweet sweet melody. How could I resist? I munched and I chomped to my heart’s content, enjoyed myself and danced in the darkness.

But this morning there it was.

My non-functional monitor.