Oh-So-True-Confessions

Eh! Daya, Fairuz and me saw Fiza O la sey at J8 just now!

We were just window shopping and Daya was the one who spotted her 1st. Then Fairuz asked whether we can take photos with her.

She was damn friendly la sey.

She even chatted with us for awhile.

Then she asked us to msg our names to her during her show,

And so, i did!

My msg:

"Hi Fiza! The 3 girls you met at J8 were zura, daya and fairuz. We love the oshow! haha."

and when she received the msg, she was like "eh!this one! awwww..i love you too"

She’s really sweet and cute and i love listening to her show because it teaches me some things in life. How mean ppl can get.

Sometimes, the stories the callers tell can get so sad or touching that tears just well up in my eyes. Macam cerita Hindustan la kan.

Ok, yes, i know, I’m emotional.

My mum psychoed me to listen to it in the first place.

She’s a fan. a HUGE fan of fiza’s.

This is what she looks like when she’s listening to her.

She literally squats beside the radio to listen carefully and shuts me up if i’m too noisy.

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She was extremely jealous when i showed her the pic of Fiza.

and. she looked like a small little girl who didn’t get ice cream!

kiok kiok.

By the way, someone was extremely drunk at school just now. Yes, in SCHOOL.

Erm, no comments.

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Freak incident #1:

Daya, Fairuz, Shila and me boarded the North-south line towards jurong mrt to go home la kan.

Fairuz saw seats and so we were happy to see seats available.

Tired whaatt.

She pulled my hand so to get the seats first. (i know, i know, kite mcm nyonya)

Suddenly, she swerved to the left instead of right where the seats were.

Then the girls were like "aku takooot…." in hush2 voices.

I turned to look at where they were looking and…. (OK OK! HERE’S THE CLIMAX!) TA-DAA….!

There was this uncle in his late 30s standing in the middle of the cabin who wore his pants sooooo low that you can see the pelvic area plus his PUBIC HAIR. In fact, i think if you were to sit right infront of him, you can see half of his dick. He purposely took out his wallet so that when he put his hand in, he could push his pants further down. When he took out his wallet, he just looked at his IC. And to make things worst, HE WASN’T WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR.

Half-flasher boncit uncle.

The lucky lady who sat in front of him tried her very best to read her newspaper.

Freak incident #2:

And so when freak incident #1 was happening, we discreetly moved more and more to the left.

BUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTT……

There was this apek pulak la kan.

Who stared at Fairuz after she shouted in pain because Daya accidentally stepped on her foot.

Then all of a sudden while still staring at her in this scary zombie-like way, he rocked back and forth and sang this song of his own which goes like this,

"Bishan, don’t be shy. Bradell doh Bradell. Ang Mo Kio, Kio Ang Mo……."

and it continued.

Fairuz blurted out that she can’t tahan anymore so we alighted at Bradell.

Cabin full of erm UNIQUE people.

Dhoby Ghaut, oh my god.

These days I’ve been busy.

1st there was story telling for the kids in Bishan Library.

Helluva fun la sey!

I acted as Miss Strawberry and my character was this sweet, forgiving tree.

And the kids were soooo cute.

I thought they will not answer when we ask them questions. BUT yes they did answer.. Phew…

And they were friendly and a cheerful lot. Enthusiastic bunch.

And when everything was finished and I wanted to go home, this little girl recognised me and told her mom, "Ma, that’s Miss Strawberry!" cute la..

And many people commented that it was a job well done and by far, one of the best storytelling they have ever attended.

We are so pleased with the outcome. Hey, we worked assidously on it, you know. Satisfied you know.

And the best part is that we made many children laugh and smile.

I love volunteer work.

I’ll love to do it again.

Secondly, I’m part of the NDP 07.

With the PA, we are the sky troopers, mass display.

My saturdays are burnt, with less time to spend with someone. saddededededed.

It’s tiring but fun. new friends were made.

And the costume which at first I thought was slenger busuk turned out to be quite ok when all the lights are on. Power ranger tapi lagi cool nyer ar k. HOHO. Don’t play play, we got weapon with fireworks, you know.

So on 9th Aug, we’ll be blinding colourful space/starwars people.

The sad thing is we have to wear bicycle helmets, kire style ar tuuuuuu. I’ll definitly post pictures of this. and u can savour the moment of laughing your asses off looking at me making a fool out of myself.

But to think of it, it’s fun because my friends and i can laugh the hell out of it.

Ok bye.

P.S: I love Singapore la sey but aiyak I don’t like this la, why sooooo expensive to live here and and and the GST rising 2% some more. Aiyaaaakkk.