those lil things that means so much.

Work start at 5.45am again. As usual, I set my alarm(Elmo's annoying and useless singing of what he claims is his song. "this is the song,lalalala,Elmo's song and yada yada yada...") at 4.45am.
Indubitably, just like any other morning, Elmo sang puctually at 4.45am. I pressed away my alarm,throw my phone,groan and moan for awhile and well, fall into deep slumber again. But, guess what, 5mins later, my phone rang again (MCR's Famous last words), I searched for my phone.It is a private number. To my surprise, it is a wake up call from my dearest taxi driver.haha.I ALMOST die of shock.
Yes, since the start of internship, I've always been late for my cab when I am working the wee hours shift.Many a times(actually i think it's everytime), my taxi driver would call when he couldnt see me downstair and I would still be at home, fast asleep.
There is no need for him to give me a wake up call actually. Okay, maybe he doesnt want to waste his time waiting for me. maybe....maybe.
But still, he has a choice of leaving me to flag for my own cab right. (Just like how he does to some of my other colleagues)
But no, he didnt. =)
what a lovely taxi driver.
This one simple phone call just simply makes me feel so delirious.
and not to forget, cousin smsed me to wake me up too.
and mummy(despite staying up late last night) woke up to open the door and say goodbye to me.
=)

The reason why I couldnt wake up this morn is cause of the BIG PARTY last night.(partly,I'm still not used to sleeping early.haha).
YES. It's sis 21st birthday today. =D
We had steamboat last night.
steamboat makes my hair greasy.
steamboat makes my face oily.
steamboat makes me smells like minched meat and oh-so-seafoody.
steamboat makes me tired from those tedious preparation.
steamboat makes the floor of my dining room so slippery that I can skate,slide and glide like noone business. (and i ended up landing on my pretty bum.)
but guess what? haha.
I LOVE STEAMBOAT!

Sis's dearest boyfriend, Thomas, brought her out for a spin so that sis's cute sweet bunch of girlfriends can come over to my house to surprise her.haha.
yes. we ate Tom platette home-made ice-cream.it's heavenly and bursting with goodness. the icecream is so goody that it makes Ben&Jerry ashamed of itself.

and tiramisu cakes as well as donuts.

now, I am 3mths pregnant. =(

anyway.actually.I'm at work now. working my guts out at boring transit one/two.
having a blog is a good thing.at least I've gt smth meaningful to do during those boring times.

and shalala just came by.
she said that there was this Irish family that asked her:
how to get to SHANGHAI by taxi?
HAHAHAHAHA.
It's funny how tourists can be such hilarious people.
so hilarious that we've to like seriously crack our brain to answer them in a way that it doesnt makes them look so dumb.
we cant possibly goes: "why not u try asking the taxi driver?' (in that superb sarcastic tone)
or "yes.you can even walk to Shanghai you know!" (and give that smug yet fake look).

haha.sometimes.i reallydolikemyjob.haha.