Liar liar, pants on fire

What if your spouse had illicit affairs behind your back? Would you rather not have known about the dirty details or choose to set yourself free with the truth?

I used to think stories of cheating spouses only existed on the television screen, or only really happened to a friend's friend's ex-colleague's neighbour's cousin's friend, someone totally unrelated to myself or someone I'd not have known at all. Now that I'm finally making my way through the adults' world, I'm starting to make friends with other adults too. They may not have noticed, but sometimes when I catch a glimpse of their shadows, I see devil horns on top of their heads. It sends chills down my spine thinking of how ugly their personalities could be like. They make excellent storytellers, not batting a single eyelid while they choreograph their deceitful storylines. While I'm trying to learn the social etiquettes of being an adult, I find many actions of others which I personally couldn't fathom. Hearing stories of these dirty liaisons and the thought of merely being acquainted with the suspects gives me a cramp in my stomach. It feels worse than diarrhoea. Are these simply mistakes people commit along this journey we call life? What happened to commitment and trust? What sort of cheap thrills are they seeking by sneaking around behind their spouse's back? Extra marital affairs are never forgivable, nor will they ever become. It saddens me to watch them commit such betrayal to their loved ones and ultimately, themselves. It's even sadder when they think their dirty tracks are well covered and continually search for excuses to justify their despicable actions.

It will break my heart if my other half runs astray, but my soul will fade away if I were the one to break the trust. Fuck the cheaters. I choose to believe true love never dies. I hope monogamy lives on for those who believe in it. I know I do.

slippery floor

so this is how it feels when you fall down. your knees are bleeding and skin is cut but there's no hand to hold you up. must the pain always be of my doing? i bet your flesh would cut open and feel the pain too if i were to push you to fall. watch closer and you'll see me cry, although there are no tears falling from my eyes. apologize before i say out loud you did wrong. never isolate my feelings and we'll get along.

Pretty scenes in my head

Hey baby, u shld've took off ur shirt and went topless at ur concert. I wldn't hv minded. Thr's 1 tiny bit of problem though. Hw mny more tattoos u wanna hv? Wil u ink my name or my face on ur skin anytime soon? Make sure u lemme noe b4 u do k? I'd totaly freak out if u did it. Hv u been losing weight? Don't lose those arm muscles. u look absolutely sexy wit em. Hold me tite in ur muscular arms tonite. it cud get cold whn d nite cums. looks like ur chest hair might be of sum use after all. xoxo




















Someone rescue me from my Jason Mraz obsession please? I've been playing "Make It Mine" over and over again for a whole day at work. The dumb player has no "repeat" function so I've resorted to clicking play again and again each time the song finishes. I need help.

You can mail him to my home address :)

Concert virgins no more

You read it right. I didn't refer to it as a singular experience. It was a first for the both of us. My boyfriend and I. We've been together for close to two years now, and it's the first time we're doing it. Hell, I was sure he felt as nervous as I was. But he wasn't showing too much of emotions. Guys were never comfortable to talk about what was going on in their heads after all. So I thought I should at least try to talk things over to smooth out the kinks. We had a little chat before we got into the act. We're both very new at this but we shouldn't get nervous anyhow.

"It seemed so easy when you watch other couples do it on TV", I did say that to him.

"Things should come naturally. Wouldn't it?"

I mean, I wanted it to be something special, an experience that is unforgettable and we will both cherish for the rest of our lives together. A precious moment that we could both place in a special spot in our hearts.

I did however, take safety precautions. I am a smart girl, after all.
















I mean, who wants their toes stomped flat in a concert? I bought these red and grey flats a day before the show because I didn't have any. They're now like my life savers.

















Caught in a slightly congested road before arriving at the stadium. Spotted a couple of differences between both pictures. Can you? Answers shall be revealed at the end of this post.

















Concertgoers starting to arrive at Stadium Negara.

















Hey Brad Pitt, here I come!






















The queue before the organizers let us in. I was thinking there was no way in hell I'd get to be near the stage but once we went in, it wasn't too bad. I was literally standing at stage front.


















Before the madness began

















Can you fell the heat pumping in the air????









I was so happy I could die when Jason Mraz opened the show with my favourite track. He got me started on a high note.





To answer your question, Mr Mraz, it was me :) I went with my bestest boyfriend because I'm crazee in love with him.

















There are higher quality pictures from this concert all over the Internet. My phone camera is hopeless.





What happens when an international artiste comes to perform on our shores and he invites a local performer to be his special guest? All eyes would be on that local person and he/she is expected to give a stellar performance. It's MANDATORY. Or else that person will be condemned as a national criminal for eternity. But I guess it applies to all performers, doesn't it? No matter if you're Malaysian or not, you should be professional and can hit a good note at all times. Penny Tai lacked the pipes to perform this number and it didn't help that she walked on stage to perform just half the song. Being late was typically Malaysian, but nonetheless, unacceptable. It shows a severe lack of professionalism on her, her management and somewhat the organizer. They all play a crucial part in making sure that she preps up backstage and comes out promptly when Jason introduces her. Jason, however did manage to redeem himself when he invited his fans to sing along and even said that it's a blessing if Penny shows up, and if not, we all can sing with him. In fact I think we didn't need Penny at all that night. We were doing well helping Jason get through "Lucky".

A little birdie whispered into my ear and said that the organizer had been downplaying her sucky performance. Apparently she was scheduled to just sing half the song and she wasn't late. Oh my, was it Jason's fault then to introduce her too early before he sang "Lucky"? Or they'd think people are so gullible to take that piece of crap and believe that she really was invited to sing just half a song and then run off stage? Pardon me, but that is just so blah. The organizer did a good job in bringing Jason Mraz over but if it was me, I'd be finding no reason to still protect this unprofessional bitch of a singer.
















Taking a bow

















Byeeeeeeeee Jason! It was really fun to watch you perform live. I wouldn't have known that you'd have such strong, muscular arms from watching you on TV all these while. And I'd never thought you'd have a tattoo on your right arm that says "beginner" if it weren't for that sleeveless "I [heart] KL" top you wore. Come back soon. I miss you. I've already been playing "Make It Mine" on repeat on the CD player.

And as promised, here's the answer to the Desperate Housewives' "Spot the Difference" quiz...



Zap my brains

Take me out on a wild and raunchy night out, where I can drink shots till I pass out and puke all over the glitzy dance floor. Hang on, make that next drink a Heineken. I can't afford any more Chardonnay with my lousy pay. Hook up with a charming handsome stranger and make out, swapping spit like I'm drinking out of a mineral water bottle. Rent a room at some cheap motel and wake up next morning to find a Mickey Rourke lookalike sleeping on my side. I can't believe I licked and sucked on this ugly being for the whole night. I want to jump down from the motel's window room. Oh wait, I just forgot. I haven't washed my hair. The water heaters busted and it's freezing in here. I'll just head home and leave this place for home. I need to get back to work when tomorrow comes.

Fuck the lady who adorns her chair with 10,000 jackets and blazers. What kind of fashion statement is she trying to make? Why can't the sprinklers on the ceiling detect bad hairdos all over the room and spray them heads wet? They wouldn't look better in any other way. I wished they'd shave their heads bald and put on a wig. Fake people should have fake hair. Makes them look good, but that thing doesn't belong on their head. Buy me a pink bob and I'll wear it to visit you at your death bed.

My g-string is giving me a wedgie. Can I go commando? Not likely. Why are perverts so obsessed with pussies and cocks? I'm sick of looking at ads soliciting online porn on the websites I look at. They're not even online porn websites!! Even sluts are posting their half naked pictures on Facebook. They probably want to get screwed silly through webcams. But I think they're holier than bitches who whine all day on Facebook. Whiners probably don't get screwed often enough.

I wanna make love right now na na...

Just a random thought

If I stopped blogging for 6 months and seemed like I disappeared forever virtually, would anyone miss me?

Happy Niu Year















Wishing you a swift and deft new year, just like my little moo here.
Gong Xi Fai Cai!


p/s: The new year definitely poses some challenge, with no spare even on the first day of spring. I'm still stuck here at home 'cause the buses all broke down and I'm waiting for my knight in shining Myvi to come get me. I promise I'll take things in a more elegant stride though. Like a calm ox, gently grazing in a green grassfield. But you really wouldn't wanna provoke me into a raging bull either. I think it's appropriate for 2009 to be a Year of the Ox. Shows how strong we need to be in such trying times. Until the good times come rolling back. Have a great time celebrating, feasting and resting!

Dum-dee-dum

I've been having mixed feelings right until last night before I finally went ahead to buy the Jason Mraz concert tickets today. Why mixed feelings, you asked? Because I'm passionate about fighting the Israelis and I don't want to support American products. And Jason Mraz is an American, geddit?

Boy, wasn't that the ultimate lame-ness you ever heard? The war is not ours to fight, no matter how much suffering there is involved. There's too much problems within our backyard and it's a too long list to name them all. So let's start being realistic. I'm not being selfish by the way. It's just something that we have absolutely no power to impact because no one will give a shit to what we say anyway.

Let's get back to my little adventure in getting the tickets, shall we? Aiming to be kiasu, I planned to wake up at 7.00am this morning and leave the house by 8.00am and reach Sg. Wang before 9.00am. Who knows if there's like a loooooooong queue till the entrance by then, right? But that didn't happen. I slept too late last night. I couldn't help it. 'Journey to the West' was showing on the telly last night and I couldn't resist. So I ended up waking at 8.00am and finally arrived at Sg. Wang at about 9.15am. There was no ticket booth in sight by that time. PHEW!! My gungho kiasu-ness would've gone down the drain. I only saw staff from Munchy's setting up their counter. Initially I thought they were selling their cookies in time for CNY. Turns out that they're part of the sponsors for Ah Mei's concert and they were part of her ticket booth. So anyways, Mr. Bun and I commited a sin and had breakfast at McDonald's while waiting. Is McD the ultimate American icon or what? Erm, okay... I'd better zip it on the whole political verbal diarrhoea fiasco.

We noticed the ticket booth being set up not long after finishing our breakfast and quickly moved into the queue. We were fourth in the line. It was about 10-ish at that time. So we had to wait for just another 1-hour plus. Not too bad lah. Better than Mr. Bun having to go through the torture when 'I'm not a plastic bag' was launched in Malaysia not too long back. Remember that fiasco?

















Sg. Wang concourse in the wee hours of the morning. Not exactly wee hours though...






















McD in a rare moment that you see it empty. In the foreground is our breakfast.






















Staff from Marctensia and Axcess setting up the ticket booth.

















I brought a copy of the newspaper as reading material while waiting. And guess what story got published...






















I had wanted to bring a book to read too. In case I read the newspaper too fast and would've been left to rot in boredom. But I totally forgot about the book until after leaving home. Then I saw this guy who's also in the line reading exactly what I'm reading at the moment. It's 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'. We could've been book twins!! The book's a very good read. I'm already halfway through, but I think I'll only have the time to finish it when I'm off during CNY. I must apologize for the blurry photo. It's just taken with a cellphone.






















Well hey, what else can you do when you're bored and waiting in a queue? Camwhore? Nah... that's too overdone.

















Maybe a game of cards instead? Now that's impressive!

















The line snaked till somewhere along SUB's entrance. I had just gotten my tickets and left at about 12.30pm. Hey peeps... See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya! I'm now excited to go scream my lungs out during the gig. Hopefully the organizers will make sure the barricades between The Pitt and The Rock Zone are secure and actually serves well as barricades. Or else the extra amount of money that I'm (as well as the rest of The Pitt ticket holders) paying is just gonna be good to pay their medical fees.



Scooch on over closer dear

http://www.axcess.com.my/s_jasonmraz09.asp?id=6877370778280643568076285284905668887027


Somehow words fail to express the kind of anticipation filling up my lungs right now. I M.U.S.T. go! God forbid if I can't get the tickets I want, I'll just stand waiting and listening from outside the arena on the event day. Must I purchase them tickets with credit card? *shrugs* It's okay... I'll call Axcess and pester them like hell with questions. Hah!

How I Welcomed 2009

This is a very delayed post. Almost half a month to be remotely exact. I can't even think of where to start bitching about how frustrating it was to transfer the pictures outta my phone. Crappy Bluetooth I've got. I still don't know if the fault's on my phone or computer. Either way, I still ended up in success after much perseverance.















Got a haircut hair trim at CROP STUDIO in Kuchai Lama on New Year's Eve. Pardon me for not partying the night away. I was down with fever. And I'm an old lady now. Bebe was right all along. Sigh...
















Finally got my eyebrows threaded after months of procrastination. I know... How could I have survived all these months with fugly brows?? But I did. And guess what? I got cut by this lady's mad skills. She's FAST & FURIOUS. Fast service is good, but not furious till I get hurt in the process. I'm gonna look for better places to thread my brows next time. Any recommendations?
















See how mad she was? I proved my point. Both left and right brows had cuts!! Sucks for me. The cuts still stung after my shower every day for the past week.




















The only thing she did right was the legs. Did I mention she was fast? Pulling the wax strip off in a high speed surely helped me not to feel the pain nearly as much.




















On New Year's Day, I shopped the day away!! Oh I rhymed...
















Didn't really shop the day away. Even the clothes I wore in the previous picture were my own. I walked the whole stretch of boutiqes in Bangsar and nearly killed my feet in the process, but I bought nothing there. Ended back at Kuchai Lama to check out this boutique called TOP & BOTTOM, got a top and this gorgeous pair of heels. I've got two pretty, no, make that one fierce and one flirty dresses from another boutique two doors away. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of that one. Probably 'cause my unconscious memory cautiously prefers to remember a generous boutique that gives me a deen-see-kuang.




















Here's the logo for anyone's who's interested to shop in that area. Not too bad. If you know Kuchai Entrepreneur's Park, then it shouldn't be too much of a problem for you to find the place. But if anyone ever tells you of a fishhead meehon around the area, don't bother trying it out. It sucks big time. I can't even remember the place's name, but it's very cafe like.

So there you go. That was how my new year was like. It's been not too bad so far. Just a little bit of mental breakdown here and there. I've got a lot of bits and pieces to pick up. But that's alright. People lose their minds all the time. I'll just need to have more self-control this time. Everytime.

Get up everyone

http://jasonmraz.com/index.php#/tour/


I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Please come Jason. Pretty puh-leez???????

All great things must come to an end

We watch in awe as 2008 slowly takes its final steps and bids us adieu. The curtains are drawn to close but we might just be lucky enough to steal one last look. A final glimpse of what have been done, or perhaps the shining light behind the curtain might inspire us to ponder upon what could have been done better. Personally, I would have a long list of the latter. No procrastination involved... I might have been guilty of that while younger but just some things I wished I had handled better and bad behaviours which might be better not displayed.

This year proved to be wonderful and memorable to me. So many things that I've accomplished and took charge over. I feel proud for being able to conquer some of the demons which have pestered me ever since my mind was still tender and foolish. Now I've grown slightly wiser. But still a fool in many ways.

I see the coming new year as an extension to my journey of gaining more knowledge. Fools are those who never seek to learn, and learning comes in many different ways everyday. I try to see the future in a positive light. Which is quite unlikely of me, for many would know me as a pessimist. For all the things which I failed to master this year, hopefully the challenges will come my way in the future and I'll try to take everything in stride. Perhaps I'll still whine and complain but that's only human. No mountains can be conquered without a pant or two. Even if one works out religiously at the gym without fail ;)

I'll need this positive spirit throughout the coming new year. I can definitely see it being in demand. More personal demons left undiscussed to fight upon and more stones to turn. Hopefully what I can find is more than just moss or dead frogs. I need a freaking magic wand to breeze through without running over any bumps. But then again, what's life without the occasional bruising? That's what our parents used to tell us whenever we fall down and scrape our knee as kids. Kids that don't trip over and fall don't grow up. I feel much less like a kid now and definitely the baggage on my shoulders are getting heavier. I know now I'm an adult. I didn't have this feeling last year.

So I'll keep my fingers crossed and remind myself to try harder. Maybe this time it'll all work out. Nothing seems too bad as long as there's another new year. Happy 2009!

Back in 2005

Look what I found!!





















Omg this picture is so funny. I guess the reason why I looked through my old folders is because I went pass the front entrance of my faculty this afternoon and I found out it's no longer called 'Faculty of Arts & Science'. It's now known as 'Faculty of Creative Industries'. This picture was taken 3 years ago, when I was just 20 years old. Sigh... That sounds bloody far back in time. We were doing an ad campaign for women abuse awareness and I was sacrificed to be the model. Datin Abby did the makeup and everyone thought the bruise was real after they saw this shot. Hahahaha!! I remember it didn't look that realistic in real life. It was just purple, black and grey eyeshadow all mixed up and mashed all over my pretty face. I had it uploaded on my Friendster account back then and I had tons of strangers commenting on this photo. Some said the makeup was very cool and some were just plain curious to find out whether or not I was hit in my face. Such powerful impact it made. But for the life of me, I can't remember if we scored high for this assignment. We probably did. We hit it high most of the time ;p

Oh how I miss study life. I was so young back then. And my body never ached the way it does now even if I never had a wink of sleep for a whole day. Not forgetting I never had to give a damn about splatting my face with makeup. Nowadays I can barely go out without at least touching up my eyebags. Speaking of which, I'd better get my ass to bed now or else I'll look like a zombie tomorrow. Nites!

Come on big girl



Who cares about little bitches that talk too much?

Is this what they call God's sign?

Saw a motherfucking moody and pissy pregnant woman on the LRT today. Made me wonder if I looked like her during all the times I had my scowled bitchface on. Also saw this on my Gmail "Quote of the Day":

"Change before you have to."
- Jack Welch -

Is it abnormal for me to feel kind of spooked out by what's happening?

Me against the world

I hate my family : My family hates me

I won't be complete without Mr. Bun : He doesn't me interrupting his life

I'm doing well in my job : There are no real friends

I'm living my life : My world is empty

I'm embedded with deep anger towards the world : I have no hope of redeeming myself

I want to be kind and friendly : They think I'm fake

I want to be true to myself : They think I'm not trying hard enough


Let's say if your truly wants to give up on life altogether. Is it a crime? Punishable by law? I've read in the papers today that a girl was prosecuted for an attempt at suicide. I guess I'll have to keep silent if ever I decide to take my own life. Speaking of which... I'm thhhhiiiiissssss (hand showing thumb and index finger getting real close) near to having a nervous breakdown. Don't ask me why. Hopeless people have no answers. I don't intend to search for an answer anymore. I just wanna quit to stop this overbearing pain. I'm tired of being a pain in the ass but I can't stop hurting people around me.

Fuggedyfuckfuckfuckeroo

I CAN'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHY SIMPLE THINGS CAN'T BE DONE IN THE MOST EFFICIENT AMOUNT OF TIME.

WHY THE FUCK CAN'T PEOPLE WHO WANNA EARN FEW THOUSAND BUCKS FROM YOU DELIVER THE RIGHT THINGS FOR THE PRICE THAT WE PAY?

WHY THE FUCK MUST THEY TAKE YOU AS MINDLESS FUCKS WHO ARE TOO BRAINLESS TO JUDGE IF WE ARE BEING CONNED?


The liberty of writing a post with all caps and has a high amount of vulgarities isn't working to sedate my anger at all. Not one bit. I need to lay down. Fucking headache is kicking in.

MILF


















Ooh la la... Man I'd like to fuck. I'd absofuckingly not hesitate to rip off his clothes and jump on him if we'd ever have a chance encounter. So what if Kenny Sia saw Jay Chou's pubes in a spilt second? This picture here is what we call REAL pubes.

Hey Dan Dan... Do me a favour will ya? Just pull down those pants an inch or two lower. I'd die in ecstasy. Like how those girls did when they saw Prince Will's willie. By the way, I've not seen that one. I like Prince Harry more since them both have grown up.

I'd better pay a visit to Daniel's sushi place whenever I go to Hong Kong... Eat sushi off his killer bod. Yum!!

Boobies galore

Rihanna is one hot chick, and she definitely looks smokin' in lingerie. That's one sight that oughta get them boys going crazee. But it seems like she's dressed in lingerie in almost every other music video she puts out nowadays. Running out of fresh ideas in the wardrobe department, no? Or would everyone still prefer her running around with her girls on display? Just asking...















My first hangover

I was in Kiasuland two weeks back for work. The trip wasn't meant for me to go but due to some circumstances, I was glad the opportunity was given to me to take up the task. Boy, was I glad when I was told I did well at the end of the trip!!! Gotta get my butt moving to do up the claims now :p















First sight upon crossing the border and Customs... Singapore Flyer. Must take a ride one day. Maybe after the new Genting place opens. The view would look better by then.






























Since I'm travelling for work, of course I'd be staying at our own hotels if we have any in town. We do have one cosy boutique-style hotel at Tanjong Pagar. This is how the lobby looks like. It had air-conditioners working on full blast. Brrrrrr...
















First room that I checked in. Didn't sleep in here though. You'll know why shortly. Rooms aren't too bad. Not too bad at all. Quite big by Singaporean standards. You know how limited their property spaces are.












































All the shophouses in this area look like this. Very old school colonial buildings. There are lots of small bridal houses and you'll never miss the amount of drinking holes all around this place. But I'm told the government is actually going to have these outlets all closed by next year so it's gonna get more businessmen-friendly, as opposed to, you know, sleazy old men kind of friendly. And why couldn't I sleep in the first room? It's facing this part of the street and the bass noise was just killing me. It wasn't very bad, I just couldn't handle the slightest amount of noise before I go to bed.
















My hotel is also very near to this kickass food court called Maxwell. There's a stall which sells porridge which is to-die-for. I've never had porridge so good back in KL. But then again it's totally different from the good porky spare parts porridge we have here in Pudu. The picture above is of the raw fish slices served with the porridge, and the picture doesn't do the dish any justice. Wish I had a better camera though. I've always been prejudiced against Singaporean food. They're so expensive and taste blah! But from this trip I've discovered some pretty interesting and good makan places. There's also a nice xiao long bao place near the hotel. Which name I totally forgot. Nevertheless, one plate of char siew rice I had somewhere near some offices tasted like plastic. Bleurgh!!
















First stop after check-in: Suntec City Mall. Funny banner above was the first interesting thing I've seen. It was at the Watson's outlet in this mall that I discovered freaking cheap facial masks. How come we don't get such kickass promotions here? I literally spent my fortune on masks on this trip.
















They've got floating Christmas trees at Suntec!
















Then it was off to Vivo City with Mee Fung! That place is huuuuuuuuuuugggggeeeee...


































































... and had such pretty lights!

















I saw this pair of shoes and I wanted them so badly. They're so FIERCEEEEEEEEEE. But freaking expensive ;(
















Far beyond you'll see the Genting casino thingy construction site. There's an awful lot of cranes at that place... To a point it looked like a city of cranes.
















On the second night I had a taste of my first Singaporean night out. Here's me with my colleague Suan on my right and Cecilia from Regent on my left. Such lovely ladies. We're here at the entrance of Canton at Clark Quay, where you can find Chinagirls in bikini tops, short shorts and fishnet stockings working up the pole.















Well apart from sexy girls they had live performers as well. I was totally conned to rush to the stage to see if the girl was Elva Hsiao. Nearly twisted my ankle okay?? Babi punya Thomas.




















Said hi to the Terracota Warrior...
















... and the lonely kwailou sitting on a wheelchair. This place is called CLINIC and it was decked with all sorts of stuff you'd find in a clinic and hospital. They even served drinks in hospital drips. So farnee! I couldn't resist taking a picture.















Me and hot mama at a Latin place at St. James. There were couples salsa-ing the night away and they had some pretty slick moves. Singaporeans really do go out and purely just have fun by themselves. What I really like about the nightlife there is that the night spots were all smoke free, totally unlike what we have here.















And one picture of the girls with the guy. Meet Thomas, obviously the lucky guy sandwiched in the middle. Nice guy, but still a babi. Elva Hsiao my ass lah! Can't believe I fell for that lame trick. At this point we were kong-ed out already. I had my first hangover at 23 and it felt like death. At least that's how I think death would feel like. Death's probably a million times worse but hey, I didn't feel good at all. Not one bit. To think that I had to still make my media rounds the very next morning. I was puking the whole morning and couldn't even stomach in water. I'll just safely stick back to being a responsible drinker. No more hangovers for me.
















On my final night I went to Orchard Road with Mee Fung. I was saying on Facebook that I'm seeing Christmas lights in Singapore for the first time ever but I recall now that I've actually seen them at least twice before. And this year's sucked. To the max. And you can't say it's better than KL 'cause we've never had anything here like Orchard Road before. So it's not even fair to make comparisons like that.















































Oh land of Kiasu... I shall be back for more. I'm already missing the Watson's, This Fashion outlets and Far East Plaza. 'Cause these are all places which I can currently afford to shop at. And I must revenge by going clubbing at Clark Quay again and then go eat late night porridge with chili crab. I was puking so hard during my night out I couldn't even taste it. I shall be back!