weird christmas eve.

had the weirdest christmas eve ever. it started off well, wanted to watch movie with my bie clique. too bad the queues at lido stretched for miles, box office was almost disappearing in the horizon. cineleisure's fully booked for the night. lesson learned: never try to watch movie on christmas eve unless u buy them in advance( at least 6 hrs). any how, dinner was settled at sakae sushi. had some really nice sushi there, ate my fav. hana machi. the sake rice wrapped with fresh salmon topped with roe and jap mayo, heavenly. joel was at his best again, talking non-stop. i could literally see words coming out of his mouth like in a jap anime. sure was entertaining. o, i found out joel wasn't a fan of sushi. so he had to call something that is fully cooked, like the beef bento. it was fascinating, watching joel talk and eat at the same time. every time he talks for 15mins, he'll have a scoop of rice and a piece of beef. then he continues for another 10-15mins. this cycle repeated itself for like 2 hrs and he didnt manage to finish his food. kudos to joel. i can see him in the future joining the ranks of glenn ong and corp, where he can talk all he wants on radio. after a entertaining dinner, we proceeded to meet up with the gers, who went shopping on their own. on the way to meet them, we detoured to the carnival and various shops cos my tudi wanna buy stuff. lol we were like her bodyguards, following her around, kinda funny. after meeting up with da gers, we went towards wheellock, in search of some cafe to rest our tired legs. that is when the horror begins. the streets were packed, with people. lining the streets were spray can vendors, spraying the crowd. it was hell trying to move in the chaos. then out of no where, a group of indian nationals appeared in the crowd and pushed violently through the crowd. we were like pushed front and back, front and back, and at the same time dodging from pple spraying foam. it was crazy i tell ya. how i wish i had a bomb to clear a path through them. we managed to push our way out n gathered at wheellock. poor derek, while moving through the pple, he lost his handphone. what a christmas eve. we left the place after that traumatic experience. i just hate crowd.