seriously, i wasn't the coordinator in the first place. i was supposed to be the friend that helps out when asked for help. (at this moment when i'm typing, the EXTREMELY HORRENDOUSLY SMELL OF SHIT is coming out of the toilet. when the hell did my bro's shit become so smelly. the fan's blowing and it still stinks!)

well anyways, having just finished organzing the astro week event, i just naturally sms, emailed, and discussed with my dear friend over the details of her party. i jus can't beliave after so much we've talked and discussed, it seems like i'm the only one who's penning everything down to make sure nothing is missed out. i don't know how anyone can tink that they have super memory and dun need any jotting down of notes.

she claims, and u tink, that she's really stressed over the party. oh but for goodness sake! anyone with a good, sound mind, can actually figure out what exactly she has done b4 the panic attack started: only the booking of the venue, booking of catered food, sending out invites, and bday cake, were all arranged way b4 the party. how hard is that when u got pple ordering the cake for you, and another taking care of all the door gifts.

2 days b4 the party, i was kind enough to ask if she wants to meet to get the necessary stuff. she said, there seems to be nothing left to do lei. then one day b4 the party, we met, and panic attack starts.

bad planning is bad planning. u jus don't re-phrase "bad planning" as "very stressed". it's just all about face and not letting pple know how bad the situation could have been.

some pple just don't get it. yes, in the past u were my 'boss', same committee and u were of higher authority. but it's different now. u and i are all the same. which gives u no right to show me your black face when the party didn't go the way u want. in case u didn't realise, me and a few other frans took care of everything for u while u were at the salon, and u had the audacity frown and show me black face when u were unhappy. this is your party, you are the planner. why should my help be taken for granted??

ok this is jus the bitchy side of me. my mum says i complain too much. i know i do, but stupid pple jus irritate the hell outta me!

i would like to take this opportunity (macham winning oscars...) to thank my dear boonie baby for being there so patiently, watching us choose over the smallest details like matching colors, and driving us all over. if boonie hadn't been there, i would most definitely have flared up and walked out. she can pack everything herself for all i care.

the ultimate plan for gina and i in future, should there be any screw-ups in wat we're planning, is to start laughing! then a good idea will definitely come after =) gina and i will open our own party planning agency. we will plan the nicest party at the lowest price. yeah! how can the spastic duo not do a good job...