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Sunday, April 02, 2006

On Friday, 31st March 2006, Neeta and me finally got around to doing the thing that we wanted to do...

Ladies and gentleman, let me bring you to a place at Muhd Sultan Road...

Ok now we are outside the door of the place...

Wonder what goes on behind those doors??

Normally it looks like this...

When there's a customer, it looks like this...

The entire place was pink and purple la...

Swarovski Crystal Tattoos...

Which ones do you fancy??

I like these...

Yes. Yes. Both of us did a Brazillian Wax. Hurhurhur. The lady was supposed to leave a fine strip of hair and wax off the rest but for my case, she waxed off everything as mine didn't look nice with the strip of hair there cos my hair was too fine.

Go figure la. She was the one looking at it. Not me.

It was my maiden Brazillian Wax. I simply had to make a go for it as the usual price for a Brazillian Wax was $40 but using the voucher, I only paid $9.90.

Shock Number 1: (only 1 person could be waxed at a time so Neeta made me go into the room first)

"Ok... Take off ur jeans and panty..."
"Ummm okaaayyy..." (i started unbuckling my belt and removed my jeans)

"Do i... ummm... Im sorry but do i need to like... put on smth?" (clad only in my underwear)
"Oh no no. Just remove ur underwear and come lie down on this bed..." (she smiled and looked at me)
"Ohhh ok..." (waaaat in the world have i gotten myself into??)

I was shy la of course. Like duh! Although it was only the 2 of us in the room and she has what I have but it was a bit embarrassing despite me telling myself that it was her profession and she has seen countless... ummm... countless semi-naked ladies.

Shock Number 2:
When she pulled out the wax strips from my middle.

When she put the hot wax, it was ok. The wax wasn't scorching hot. Nope. Didn't even feel a burning sensation. To me, it was warm. Even when she removed the wax strips from my bikini line (you know the sides there??), it was still fine. The little bit of pain was bearable.

However, when she moved towards the more sensitve area, that is the middle part, just one removal of the wax strip was enough to send me into a whole lot of shock. Hahaha. She did warn me though. So yeah.

Overall it wasn't too bad. Like I said, the pain was bearable. I do not know why Neeta kept giving out tiny little yells. I heard her from outside the room ok! The funny thing was, the lady only applied the wax. She didn't even remove the wax strips yet and Neeta yelled already. Goodness!!

The pain didn't stay for long. Even when I got the shock, the pain went as soon as it came. Just like that. With a snap of the fingers. So it hurt right there and then. After the process was over and she applied some soothing cream and oil, you can go ahead and run a full blown marathon la.

Then we had a very late lunch at Long John Silver's Plaza Singapura. Mindae joined us so Neeta decided to skip her 4pm class. Tsk tsk.

Combo No 3... The one with chicken, fish, shrimps and fries...

He couldn't make up his mind which flip-flops to buy la!

Hee hee... My new fashion specs nice not??

Neeta bumped into her Lecturer... "Oops! Sorry I skipped class!"

We got bored waiting for her so we sat at Wang Hao Kaya Toast. Mindae went to buy his toast set while I just sat there.

Table No 1 some more ah... Don't play-play...

Like finally Liza arrived!

A shot of the 4 of us before we went our separate ways...

Mindae and me took the train to eunos as I wanted to go home and he had to attend a friend's birthday party opposite eunos mrt. I tell you. That guy just talked and talked and talked and talked. I mean I did talk la but the amount of talking we engaged in... MasyaAllah!!

Hehe. I made it sound so bad like that. No la. It's just that throughout the entire trip back to eunos, we only touched on 2 topics. Relationships and driving. But very fun. I like! I like it when guys can hold a good conversation. It was my first time actually meeting Mindae one to one so I was a bit scared la we would end up keeping quiet on the train seeing that Neeta wasn't with us.

The guy can talk la. Period.

So yesterday we had the fundraising dinner for Mindae's soccer team. They will be going to Sydney on the 12th. I expect a gift back from Sydney ok! Don't just win the tournament. I want a gift!

A shot at my house before we left...

Our table...

Shaikhah felt deprived. Deprived of snapping away on a digicam so she took these...

Oooohhh... Fried Chickens...

Meat no more! Bone I see!

Liza wanted Lina to snap a picture of her butterfly belt. It looked so wrong from this pic right??

Liza finally turned 21 on Friday!!

I think we were the only Malays there...

All I see is teeeeettthhh...

Mindae to Neeta: "I booked us a room at Geylang..."
Neeta to Mindae: "Nooooo!!"
Shaikhah and Me: "Gawd. We din hear anything!!"

While waiting for the dinner to be served, we got a little bit bored...

So it was buffet dinner. The moment the MC said that dinner was ready and it was ladies first, me and Shaikhah were the first ones to stand up la. Serious. Tak bedek. We were hungry la. We couldn't wait to have meat. Hurhurhur.

I took 2 poppadums, 1 piece of naan (damn sedap I swear!), sambal tofu (very the spicy), curry chicken, mutton masala(very the nice!) and briyani rice

And Liza had only 1 piece of naan, 1 poppadum, curry chicken, and those disgusting timun and carrots *ewwww*

After that, we took another plate, just poppadums! I love poppadums. Shaikhah love poppadums. Liza love poppadums. We love poppadums!

Then it was the games segment. Quite funny la the games. I especially liked the game called "MTV Moment". Basically 4 couples were chosen and they had to re-enact an MTV Moment out of 4 types of videos - Hollywood, Spanish, Malay and Bollywood.

The Hollywood MTV was from the movie that Demi Moore acted in whereby her husband died and she walked into the room slowly and sat on this chair and started moulding the clay. Then, somehow the ghost of her dead husband came back and he was visible and they started moulding the clay together. The song was...

"Ohhhh... My Love, My Darling, I hunger for your touch......"

The Spanish MTV was taken off Marc Anthony's "I Need To Know" music video. So the girl had to look sexy and had to shake her ass. Grind against the guy. Hurhurhur. Just imagine it la. Heh.

The Malay MTV was some dangdut song. Oh gawd. It was about this Prince who went looking for his wife on his horse. The wife was washing clothes by the river. He tried to serenade her but she pretended to be more interested in washing her clothes. Then had to pretend to be shy. In the end, she followed him and they had to dangdut together. Imagine and Indian couple doing Dangdut la!

Bollywood MTV had the lady whistling at first. Then she started to dance. Hurhur. Then the guy looked at her from far and then started to dance too. He had to thrust his hips forward thrice ok! 3 times! Then he had to point at the crowd with 1 finger then danced towards the lady. The MC had to be the coconut tree la.

These guys had to drink beer from the milk bottle without using their hands

So after the lucky draw prizes were given out, the dinner came to an end. They dimmed the lights and the dancefloor was open to us. So when they dimmed the lights, I finally took off my blazer and sat on the chair in my tube dress only.

I kinda like this shot although my hair looked funny

The dancefloor

"Gawd! I sooo do NOT want to dance la! Got drunk men!"

Then Neeta and Mindae pulled the entire table onto the dancefloor. Kalau tak ikut, macam tak baik kan? So what the hell la. Although I have 2 left feet, I went anyway. All in the name of fun. Even Liza danced ok!

Then Shaikhah had to go. I didn't mind staying longer as it was not even midnight yet but since she had to go and Abang was picking us up, I had to leave too. Takkan nak bagi Shaikhah naik kereta dengan Abang sorang kan?

Mindae was so not photogenic la! Wait. He is NOT photogenic. Ever. Besides, he went to cut his hair so all the more he shouldn't have smiled so widely.

The shot above was taken by Neeta. She told Mindae to do something to make Ansari jealous. Hurhur. Eh, it WASN'T me who said it. It was Neeta ok! Anyways, it wasn't as if I was going to steal her boyfriend or something. I only have eyes for one guy.

Yes. The one and only. My handsome and hot boyfriend who is becoming darker by the day but still good-looking la. Hurhur. Tall, dark and handsome.

*turn on*
*drool*
*hubba hubba*

Us...

Then we hugged, did a cheek to cheek and me and Shaikhah left. Liza went back in to dance. Happening sehhh!!

Abang sent Shaikhah home first. We nearly crashed into an SBS bus and a car la. Gaaawwd. We were already in the Sengkang area. There was this cross-junction and Abang was sort of speeding but it wasn't that fast. However, as we reached the junction, the SBS bus was turning. Halfway turning la. And Abang...

He did NOT slow down tau. He continued driving at the same exact speed, probably assuming that the SBS bus would have gotten out of his way. But you know la. Buses are slow. It was clear that the SBS bus was in the way so Abang should have slowed down. Since it was a bus, Abang should have anticipated another vehicle on the other side of the bus.

So there was a car la. When the SBS bus almost cleared it's turning, the car was just smack there la. Abang quickly changed to the lane on his right. It was thaaat close. VERY CLOSE. Goodness!! If we really had crashed into the car, it would have been a very bad accident la. Abang was going pretty fast. And I would have been the one hurt badly la. Sheesh.

And there was this one time, Abang wanted to change lanes as the taxi driver in front wanted to drop off his passenger. So he signalled right. Which was the right thing to do. But to my horror, he turned the car to the right, and a lorry was beside us ok! He didn't let the lorry clear. So it was basically 2 lanes, the lorry in the right lane and as the taxi stopped in the left lane, Abang was driving in between the lorry and the taxi.

Sheeeeeeesh

Finally Shaikhah reached her place safe and sound. Got Abang to help us take one last shot. Hehe. I love my purple pumps la.

I LOVE PURPLE!!

I have no freaking idea why Abang was shy in front of Shaikhah. He was so quiet. He only opened his mouth to ask Shaikhah for directions. Even when he did that, his voice was soft. Malu-malu taik kucing ah!

I tell you, the moment Shaikhah got off...

"Noreen joget dgn Bangla eh?"
"Ish. Maner ade. Merepek..."
"Jangan bedek. Mesti ade Bangla..."
"Abg... Banglas wun fork out 30 bux juz like that. It's like a week's worth of groceries!"
"Abih Ibu tahu tak Noreen balik mlm?"

Gaaawwwddd. One of his classic stupid questions. Of course I would have told my parents where I went. Besides they were home when I left. These kind of things usually end late. As if my parents aren't used to me coming home late.

"Ehh mesti la Ibu tahu. Takkan the dinner end at 8pm?"
"Abih Ibu tak marah?"

I swear I wanted to strangle him there and that. Seriously stupid questions.

"Nak marah buat peee? Baru 1145 je peee..."
"1145 dah lambat la. Kan Ansari said u must be home by 1030pm each time u go out wif ur frenz?"
"Ya Allah! U cant expect to be home by 1030 when u go for a dinner pe!"
"Takde la. Abg ni bawak gf org. Kene amanah..."
"Yek eleh. Abih yg I keluar dgn u, balik kul 2 pagi tu? Amanah ke hapa!"
"Hehehe..."

Then we talked about Kassim (habis u Kassim), Nadeem, Pakistani boys, Abang's recurring dream about this girl, 7 more weeks till he ORDs, and he had the cheek to say that I have a thing for Indian guys! Or guys with Indian blood in them.

Mentang-kentang Ansari tu darah Mama, I kene ejek la. Sungguh tak baik! Darah Mama dia tak banyak ok! Only his mom je ok! Kat IC his race is MALAY ok!

"Why Noreen? WHYYY??!! Our own race kan ade. Tak cukup lelaki melayu ke?"

Then, he drove me behind the Ubi factories. So i said:

"Suke nah make fun of banglas and pakis kan? Ah ni banyak ni. Berkeliaran. I dare u to get out of the car and make fun of them..."
"Mcm maner Noreen tahu ade banyak banglas and pakis? Mlm-mlm slalu jln sini kann?"
"MasyaAllah! Isnt it obvious even without having to walk here? Gaaaaawwwwdd. Merepek lah u ni!"

Oh oh. You all should have seen his face when I confirmed with Abang that I indeed went for a Brazillian Wax. At first he didn't believe me the other day. However, when he realized I was telling the truth...

Claaaassssiiiiiccc!!

He had this mixed look of utter amazement, shocked and I could tell he wanted to laugh also. Then he said both me and Ansari are perverts. Whatever.

So in the car, I put on my blazer. It was getting too cold. It was not because I was reaching home and I didn't want my parents to see me dressed like that. They know their daughter dress like that.

"Ohhh dah nak sampai rumah baru nak tutop eh..."
"Apeee? It's sejuk lah..."
"Takot eh nanti Ayah marah?"
"Abg... NO!!"
"Takot..."
"For the last time... NO!!"
"Pakai sexy-sexy. Itu hari gi Orchard dgn Abg pun pakai sleeveless yg sexy..."
"That was a TANK TOP"
"Ok lah. Tank top..."
"Tank tops aren't sexy lah. For goodness sake! I walked out of the house in my tank top pe. Depan Ayah lagi. He didn't say anything..."
"Noreen dgr lah ckp Abg. Jgn pakai sexy-sexy. Tak bagos..."
"Eleh. Look who's talking la. Ur eyeballs practically pop out when u see scantily-clad women..."
"Why of course! Im a guy..."
"So if u say I dress sexily, it's not as bad as being scantily clad..."
"Jgn lah. I dun like the thought of guys oggling at u. I think Ansari wldnt like it either..."
"But seriously, my dressing not too over pe... Nvm lah. Dah sampai pun..."
"Ehh... ehhh... show me the playground..."
"Waaaatt??!"
"U know... THE PLAYGROUND..."
"Gawd. Enuff la. Sheesh. U go urself..."

And then after I alighted and thanked Abang, he wind down his window and shouted towards my house window:

"Cik Enal!! Noreen pakai sexy-sexy ahhh!!"

Madness!! It was midnight and he shouted. What would the neighbours have thought??

(Emil just wrote me a testi. Gawd. So kaklar la. Gawd. Gonna tell Ansari about the kenyit mata part)

*giggles*

4/02/2006 07:48:00 AM