Chicago-Tribune-kisich

 

Photo courtesy of my kaypo colleague Mr. Wan Son.

That’s (Left to Right) Pustaka Remaja, KFC and SRC (Singapore Chicken Rice).

 

This part of the blog is titled,
“Vain camwhore pictures of us that you don’t want to see”

My Bodyguard.
*cue song* And AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YIIIIIII AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Will always Love JuuUUUUuuUUUU WUuuuUUUU UHhUUHHHHHHHHHH  *R&B okay, don’t play play ah*

I stupidly left my mini make-up kit in Seria and hence I had no concealer, no brow pencil, no mascara, no eyeliner, no lip gloss, no lipstick that night. I put all the batang-batangs make-up stuffs separately in a pencil case-ish thingie.

Only 2-way cake, blusher, eye-shadow palette. I had to use my eye shadow to darken my brows else I’ll look like a frog in pictures, especially those with flash.

Boh pien, I’m not even pretty to begin with.

 
Dress code: Black tie, formal dress, and traditional hence the baju kurung. 

A bit sien for me loh. I wear baju kurung 5 times a week liao then during function masih baju kurung.

Bobby told me everyone is wearing baju kurung and I warned him, “If I see anyone wearing pretty cocktail dresses, I’m going to twist your neck!”

Then really lor, got so many pretty girls wear beautiful dresses with shawl / scarf then I looked at myself…. looked at Bobby…. had my hands ready to twist…..

…. no lah, no murder case that night.
Just kidding cannot meh?

Then again, I saw so many girls having gorgeous bouncy curls fresh from saloon and semi-threatened-with-a-cunning-sweet-smile Bobby again (because I’m too karit myself. Malas and never go to saloon for whatever function one, except those that matters a lot to me lah. Can count like, once in 2 years. The last time I had my hair done in saloon for function was during Theen’s wedding, in June 2008!), “Next time you sponsor me go saloon blow hair also”. He turned around and quick quick turned to Sharon, “Did you do your hair in saloon? Nah! See, she did it herself one, no need go saloon one”.

Damn! Mission failed.

Bobby’s first ever camwhore pic.
Title: Jangan Pandan Pandang Belakang (ada hantu!)

 

Nah nah nah, decent shot.

 

 

 

On the way.

 

The invitation card.

Bobby was supposed to bring the studs for Willie and he did. But while we’re on our way, we kind of misplaced it and lost it. Super guilty lah. We all searched the car high and low with Willie standing aside with his sexy chest bared in the wind. And made the rest of their fellow colleagues stood in the cold weather while waiting for savior with studs to lend.

Lucky really got savior ah. If not really don’t know how to face Willie for the rest of the night. And btw, we still couldn’t find the studs in both our cars!

 

The programme booklet

 

 

Reading FML while waiting for it to start.

 

 

 

7.30pm and it’s still very empty, therefore everyone just mingle around and take pictures.

 

My date.

 

 

 

 

 

Kai Teng with her escorts. Sat-sat-beh-chio with their shades okay.
Hahahhahahaha.

 

Boon & Bobby.

 

The BAGians happily taking pictures.

 

Lisa & Willie.

 

 

 

Graceful Sharon and Uncle Bob.

 

Don’t know why he always look so masam in pictures…
Need “Complete Idiot’s Guide: Smile for the camera”.

Backstreet's back, alright.

Eh, salah. Only got 4 people, so it should be…

One love for the mothers pride
One love for the times we cried
One love gotta stay alive.... Oh I will survive

 

 

Paiseh, felt like a spoiler in the above picture.

 

The name is James, James Bond Boon.
Along with the Bond Boon Girls.

 

Super love the door gift!

Instead of giving the usual stuffs like company mugs, key chains or.. towel? They’re giving out BROWNIES! Not just ordinary brownies, but the infamous….

SAS BROWNIES!!!

Yums!

 

8.10pm….. Famished but still not much people in the hall.

 

More pictures…

 

Finally, at about 8.20pm the even started~!

And I was like, “Now I know why it ends at 11pm…..”

 

 

 

 

Lined up for food!

 

 

Attacked the dessert corner first!

 

As the main course line was super long….

 

 

Talented performers.

 

 

Appetizer, Main course and dessert.
One trip kao-tim no need to queue again.

 

Lily Chiam and Shian Li performing.

 

BAGians’ Angklung Performance

 

 

 

 

 

Best Dressed Male and Female Nominees

 

 

Group photo before we left.

 

Well, I think .. I was tad too loud and shocked some of his colleagues. The teacher in me just talked asking everyone to gather around loudly, stand in line and get ready for the photos while they were still mingling. Sigh… If I got judged for this gesture, I guess I totally deserve it.

Note to self: Just glue your mouth, nod and smile next time when you’re with people who still don’t know you well else you’ll scare them!

 

 

Hai.
成事不足, 败事有余.  
还是在自己朋友面前最自在..                                      

 

I did took a walk literally. 

I had always felt like an (self-titled) outcast for the past 5 years of my secondary school life. I don’t know, I’m just so different from the majority because I had to walk back home, on the long stretch of road alone.

*sulk* I wished so hard that I live along Jalan Perakong, or maybe Lumut, Labi or Sg. Liang because syok bah, so many people walking together heading to the town, bidding bye to every single person when they reached their destinations. Me leh, walked alone like sa-po one.

The 10-minutes walk.


I was really stupid and rebellious… Because I thought I would have look really stupid holding a navy umbrella with super auntie floral print and, malu bah. You know lah, teenagers really want face one. So no matter how hot it was, or how heavy the rain, I would stubbornly walked home without umbrella.

Unless, its my super-chio transparent umbrella which I could only use during the rainy days. Hahhahahhaa. Useless.

So ya, you don’t need to ask why am I so tan already. No la, the skin tone is hereditary one. Just bluffing cannot meh?

I hated it so much whenever people asked me why I had to walk home. Why I so kasian one? What the.. walk home very kasian meh? Chew. No rice to eat baru kasian lah! Then without waiting for my answer, they terus interrupted and asked again.

”Your father leh? Your mother leh? Why they let you walk one….?”

Don’t know if really kuan-xin (care) then ask one or just kaypo (busybody) want to find new topic to gossip nia….

Hence, the super stubborn me only allowed (or granted, eesehman, macam so steady) certain people to send me home when they saw me so kerlian walking. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

Awwww… I miss those days that I would just wait for 48’s papa with her in tuition or whatsoever ojipala things/places to 搭顺风车. Hehehhee.

 

Then hor, also got some bugger (a tuition mate whom I was not so close with but he sibeh samseng one. Neh, those 16 years old still in Form 1 one. I’m sure you know people like that) who would throw rubbish through the window trying to aim at me or pointed his middle finger at me when I walked past. Ya la ya la, you got car to sit lah, you steady la got keropok to eat lah.

*roll eyes*

 

This, was where the weekend tamu used to be located, causing traffic jam every Saturday. Crazy I tell you, there’s 3 schools in that area so go figure how bad the traffic was. But, I miss it lah. 

Sometimes, if I was not too lazy, I would wake up extra early to go to tamu with my mum wearing slippers (and my socks and school shoes in the car) in anticipation of asking my mum to buy me the siew-mai or fried meehoon or those Tora/Ding Dang. But, in return, I had to wait for her to finish her grocery shopping and carried those heavy plastic bag asking myself, why oh why, why my mum didn’t have those trolley or basket like other aunties do. So senang lah, not like me, carried till like a dog.

(But good also lah, because when those aunties saw me they would say, “Wah… your daughter ah? So kuai hor help you~". Hehehe. Satisfies my 虚荣心 (in terms of compliment) for a while.)

Sigh, those were the days.
Boh…… I also super long time don’t company my mum to tamu liao.
But, don’t want lah. Later those people start asking what I do and got boyfriend liao or not then the million dollar question again, WHEN KAHWIN?

(Not stressing you ah Bobby Lim. HAHHAHAHAHHHAAHHAHA)

Sien, I kahwin or not guan-ni-pi-shi (none of your business) ah. Not like you’re going to give me B$500 angpao. Your problem meh if I cannot get married? Cannot is lao-niang don’t want to marry one meh? 


 

To PSL who flied me aeroplane.

Nah, because you didn’t walk with me, made me look like some sort of crazy stalker taking pictures of St Margaret’s lah. Wen (48), remember the buruk-buruk wooden block next to the canteen, nah, now become like this liao.

Talk so many years finally got see something liao. Wanna go back during the 60th anniversary? But, don’t want lah, sure there’s nobody we know there liao. Wonder if Mr. and Mrs. Ravi will still be here or not..

 

 

eeeee~

I miss our class eh. F5 Science.

On the last day of school, we took off the bulletin board in our class, had quite a few screams because lizards and spiders were fleeing the scene, and took our pens and markers leaving traces behind. Eh eh. “Leaving traces” behind ah, not vandalizing. I remember during the 50th anniversary, I could still find my handwriting at one of the red bricks outside the class. Hahahhahaa.

Unfortunately, our ”traces” didn’t stay there for long. They painted the wall and our junior terpulang jadi copycat and did the same.

Really lor, I think our juniors damn un-creative.

With Chin Kang and Ah Kai, our stage decorations damn cool one. Then our batch was the first batch to have fashion show for Teacher’s day. Then hor, our junior copied also. We had helium balloons with ribbons (and had hell much fun inhaling it and talked like cartoon) in the hall for I forgot what function already. We made banners. We had dance performances (with no instructor! We’re our own instructor okay!)…… Year of Ninety.. okay, I better not say it here. I know how kaypo juniors can be, flipping the school magazine laughing at how ugly/ silly looking the seniors looked. Class photo wor, nobody looks good in class photo, especially when it’s taken outdoor with the blazing sun and everyone had to squint their eyes and had their face squeezed like a ball.

 

woohoo!!!!!

 

“Be strong and of good courage!”