Happy?

6:00pm Friday night

Ashpixie: (very very chirpy) Hello!!!
Me: wahh.. so happy? Got the job?
Ashpixie: No.. Where are you? (still very very chirpy)
Me: Far East Square lor, buying shoes, waiting for friend.
Ashpixie: (persistent chirpiness is beginning to annoy me) I just called to see if you are home first or I am home first. And gues what I am already home! Earlier than you.
Me: ....
Me again: Erm.. Its a Friday night if you are home at 6pm, with no plans whatsoever. It means.. you are just loserish leh..
Ashpixie: (deadpan silence)
Me: (Thank God the chirpiness is gone)

I bought two freaking pairs of shoes, and blew $120.
Don't ask me why. I just have something about shoes that look super retro. And I mean super.
Plus it went along the lines of..
We design it ourselves, and there are just very limited pairs around, this is the very last piece...
Tell me how to say no to that kinda situation.

Had dinner at Far East Square, at this Jap restaurant that was famous for its Ramen (or so I've heard).
All appetite was squashed. When the sick friend of mine ordered pregnant fish (shishamo) .
It made me silent for a couple of moments.
Who the fuck eats pregnant fish??
It is totally sick can.
I am not vegetarian, I don't go all teary eyed when I eat fish/beef, and mourn for the cow that died for me, so I could have that Jack's Place steak.
But, pregnant fish is a whole different issue altogether.
It is the fish's life plus the lives of the million other babies in her tummy at that very moment.

Me: How'd you know its a pregnant fish? Maybe it's not pregnant?
Killer D: (rolls eyes) maybe its a guy hor.
Me: (in my head; ya hor maybe..)
Killer D: Crazy or what? There are eggs when you chew on the tummy la. Later I show you..
Me: .....

He proceeds to chewing half of the fish off, revealing the little had-been eggs stuff in the tummy. I thought he could not gross me any further, but he did, when he taps the fish over my bowl of ramen, spilling what must be 100 eggs into my bowl of ramen.

Seriously, who the fuck eats pregnant fish?
Totally grossed over for the rest of dinner. Which explains why I couldn't finish my bowl of Grilled Salmon Ramen.

Headed to a somewhat cheesy pub at Serangoon Gardens after dinner.
I say its somewhat cheesy because it has all the classic settings.
Huge TV screens, aging old men, pool table, beers (lotsa it), aging old men.. (did I mention that already?)
When you go to a new pub/chill out bar, whatever.
When you see aging old men, you know its a cheesy ktv-like pub already.
Isn't it?
Just like Balaclava is reduced to such classification now, all because aging (unclassy) men are heading towards Bala for drinks, in the hope of hooking up with the young nubile girls.
Oh well.

I hate it.
When my Mandarin comes under scrutiny.
In Rome, do as the Romans do.
So if my friends are all speaking Mandarin, naturally I followsuit right?
Wrong.
Because when I do, they'd all turn to look at me and beg me to stop.
Is it that bad?
So a couple of 成语 confuses me.
But I am still good at the simple ones ma.
Need to discriminate meh?

Anyhow, had a smashing good time, till I left the boyfriend real pissed with me.
Forgot to return his smses.
Had him waiting under my block, whilst my friend missed my exit at the TPE and hit straight to Yishun.
The last time that happened,
I circled around Woodlands.
Thank Goodness this was only at Yishun.

Happy New Year!

Be merry, but please don't eat pregnant fish can?