Potluck Party and Karaoke Night at Friend's House

Aw shit, I always have to start my blog about him, yes - Ph! I don't have a choice because most of my life revolves around him lately. Anyway, he woke up rather early today to study. At about 9am plus, guess he couldn't take the tiredness, I continued my sleep while he went back to his place to nap. Due to the many days of little sleep, I could only drag myself out of bed at round 12.30pm. Made myself some food before I went to school to surf net and check email again. Yes, the bloody network is down again!

Has anyone ever wondered why my blog dates and time are always 11.50pm something, well cause I amended them, only a crazy person will have time to update their blog same time everyday... Anyway, guess we had the same feeling that seeing too much of each other is just not right. Thus, we stayed away till he came over at 5pm to help me with my fruit salad for the potluck party. Guy's so easy, no need cook just bring liquor can already...

Arrived at my friend evon's BF's house at round 7.30pm and saw quite a number of people whom I have seen but don't know. Not everyone brought food and within awhile, most of it were gone. Samantha's cake was nice though and filling... Was happy I can use my voice again! Yes, they had ktv in their house! Too bad there were too few varieties of CD's, but it was fun too anyway... Sorry to admit that I didn't have too good impressions of SOME s'porean girls because they were not so friendly and I sometimes feel left out when with them. But meeting Samantha, Evon, Stacy and Denise really changed my opinion. Though I barely know them except my dear "Tigger-Denise", they really make you feel you are one of them. We could go round hugging and teasing each other like friends who have known each other for a long time... Cheers to you girls if you are reading this, right Tigger? ;p

Anyway, the night was spent chatting around and singing ktv with my girl friends and Ph was downstairs most of the time playing cards and drinking. He did leave for awhile to pick a friend and her cousin from Morwell train station. People were kind of curious about us too and some asked Denise. Well, we didn't want to show much, but didn't bother to hide it too. Smart fella knew I could drive him home so he could drink as much as he wanted, said I was his "ahmad". When we were leaving, they were kind of like teasing us while saying goodbye, haha, real playful bunch... Untill I reached home only did I realised I had forgotten to bring the fruit bowl back... well.. another day perhaps!