It's the 31st of May. But nope the mailbox is still missing that letter from Melbourne. It's either the mail got lost somewhere out there, they're sadists and want to see me scramble all over the place for the next few weeks, or lastly they decided not to even send me a rejection letter.

In fact I had such weird dreams last night. I dreamt that I was at downtown east checking my Melbourne status there. Haha of all places. And the dream told me it was a big fat NO. And then following that I dreamt that I was at GUESS shopping and wanted to try on a pair of shoes. So I asked the salesgirl who totally ignored me. When i waved the shoe in front of her she finally said they're there, go look for yourself. So I got damn pissed off and demanded to see the person in charge of the entire store. (interupted by a phonecall then) Too much shopping for the past few days I reckon.

Tmr I'll be off to KL. Haven't packed or anything yet. Sigh. The wedding is this weekend!!! More or less got everything ready for that already, just need to go and get my manicure done and buy some groceries from Cold Storage later.

I've been horrid in planning my stuff. And I'm damn sorry if I ever hurt anyone's feelings in the way I organised my days. Sometimes I really forget, unless I write it down in that trusty planner of mine. Argh I'm just sorry. I ought to hibernate.

My anger has more or less been appeased. Haha thanks fellow rantees for lending me your sorrowful eyes. I actually was so mad i went on and on till it was almost time to watch the UEFA cup finals between Liverpool and AC Milan.

As most would have already known, it was by far one of the most phenomenal matches I have ever watched. AC Milan putting three goals in within the first half that shattered Liverpool entirely with their first goal in the first minute, and Liverpool hammering a staggering three goal to level up within 6 mins in the second half. I think most AC Milan fans had their breath taken away for 6 mins coupled with utter devestation. It was damn exciting but I really couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

Haha not that I watch soccer consistently but when there are good matches and I'm awake I will definately watch. But still I support the dying team, England whom I will still support in the next World Cup in slight hope that they will finally make it. It's the captain's last World Cup anyway. I support Real Madrid too. Wahaha go figure.

This whole week has been packed with alot alot of stuff. Sometimes I pause and wonder what I really want to achieve in this holidays. Cher and I have been talking about wanting to help out at an orphanage for god knows how long. Gee. And my diary is still full all the way till the 6th of June. I think when I get back from KL I will start hibernating. Money is running out anyway. *scowls at some people*

On to happier things, and why my money is going going gone, I walked down Orchard yesterday and then went to City Hall. And FCUK was on sale. haha which i promptly hurried in and my eyes nearly popped. Bottoms for 15 bucks, tops for 9 bucks and jeans on 70% off. Grab, grab, grab but in the end only one top I bought, so I'm heading to the Wisma branch. One sale which I so cannot miss out on man. My darling Ralph Lauren jeans were on a pathetic 20% disc. Which still makes it sell at a final price of 151.20. damn.

I think I'll never understand my father. *breathe

Having recovered from the *i died walking* syndrome, I headed to Bugis for dinner with Yans, Jason and Jevon. Pity I forgot about the existence of my camera when jevon was still around. We went to Purvis street for a thai dinner that came with fantastic dessert. : ))

In fact I never knew that street existed. haha sigh. I've yet to venture to Beach Road for my Fu Zhou fishballs.

Sunday night was the worst night I ever had. Having slept three hours in the afternoon, it was hard to fall into a deep slumber when night time came. But yet my body was paralysed and mind still working. total agony.

I'm bored. Waiting for my daily dose of Blade heart. hahaha what a corny name but it's nice to watch. wheee..

retard shot 

whilst feeding mosquitos..  

size 4, 8, 10 

Big walk update:

My toes died. My legs died. I died.

I was up and about at 530am. Got to the mrt by 610 but by the time we arrived it was 710. Mimi had to change so we queued for the toilet. Totally missed the coporate team photo taking which was at flippin 615, and so they started walking at 715 whilst the both of us started at 745!

Walked super fast for the first 4km and finally caught up with the other fello yellow-beings. Yay! It was hilarious. Richard said "esplanade pantry next stop, any questions?" No way man.. I was so glad I had a pass to the pantry area. hahaha.. mimi and i then chilled out for abput 15 mins there before meeting up with germie to complete the rest of the walk.

I have to say it was mimi who insisted on continuing. By 8km my toes were screaming. My legs wanted to detach themselves, shoulders started sloping down, and the heat was unbearable.

Finally we see the much awaited end point turn right! Then I felt so cheated. I turned round the bend and saw the damn start point. Sigh. Sat at the bus-stop and didn't want to move anymore.

Alas, we still had to walk to Kallang mrt which was another km away. Headed to harbourfront for lunch, then mimi went to Sentosa for chalet (madness).

I came home and died on the bed. I think this is like 1st and last big walk i'm going to. I'd rather walk the 10km on a normal day without hordes of other sweaty people all cramming together on the poor narrow road. EEEEEEEWW.

Big walk mania. Us in the BRIGHT screaming yellow esplanade flipside tees 

we were so damn late.  

I died. 

mimi died 

all set for the next 5km  

Germie!! and mimi erm introducing germie. haha 

Mimi and I are now in the green room at the esplanade. Wahah

5km down. 5 more to go.. I have nearly died.

Go us!!!!

I wrote this whole long post about how i resent my parents and then I deleted it. My emotions are yo-yo-ing.

Parents gave us life in its most basic form. Then they nurture and provide us with all that we need. Unwavering support they offer when needed, and seemingly they do what's best for us.

But still I feel a whole burden strapped onto my chest. How does one define good upbringing. By shielding your child from everything that is seemingly dangerous?

I have no flippin idea. I feel too protected to the point where I think it'd be better if i learnt my lessons the hard way. They keep saying i will never understand how worried they feel. Well if every possible scenario is worth freaking out over then I'd say there will be no end to your worries.

I haven't spoken to my dad for three whole days. Today would be the 4th. My mum told me I was rude yesterday when i never meant to be. I hate her way of asking questions, I hate the way she speaks to me in that controlling manner. In short I hate being controlled.

And so I sway on the rocking boat, feeling all alone this time.

1 top, 1 pair of shorts, 3 pairs of earrings, 1 cardigan, 2 hairties and 1 brooch later,

yes I feel so much better and ready to face the world once again.

Thanks Cher for the wonderful company!! : )))

More shopping tmr! wheeee...

To-buy-list:
1) Black Zara pants
2) Short cardigan with ribbon
3) Dress - maybe..

Been feeling really sian since yesterday.

Period came.
Tuition kid's mum called and ranted for half an hour.
Felt like slapping a girl at the esplanade.
Unappreciative people.

I think I am too easily disappointed. Which is why everytime something fails me it's hard to gain emotional balance.

No current goal nor desire to do something meaningful at the moment. I really hate this damned feeling.

Do not wish to know how i fared in the exams.
Do not wish to pick up tuition kid's mum's phonecall later today.
Do not wish to talk to anyone at all.

I wrote some feedback at delifrance yesterday. And i hope they will get back to me on the disgustingly bad service that was given to mimi and i. I'll give them 3 days to get back to me before i start calling and email-ing to hound them and make sure i am appeased for the shit that arse gave.

Too bad. You rendered your services on a bad week. Not even a bad day, it's a week you moron.

Going shopping with Cher later. That's worth a smile. Retail theraphy works most of the time.. : ) I hate it when people tell me "do you really need that?" when I go shopping. totally sian from then on. Well it is a practical question but I can figure that out for myself, thank you very much.

I've got so much angst within me. ARGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Swimming was good today! the toilet was bad though. Wayyy bad. There were tiny fly-like things on the wall and they came biting after awhile. The water spits out with such force it was painful to take a shower. I ran out with shampoo bits still stuck in my hair. Cos it got too itchy and painful.

SAFRA for me the next time I swear. The clementi one so cannot make it also.

I'm off to KL for the weekend! (have i mentioned it before?) Anyway yea got the agenda today. Gonna be quite rushed I think..

Fri - sis has interview, then straight to KL. Lunch at Ipoh chicken rice place, then up to genting we chao!! Sis and I have decided to go have some cocktails, and self entertain by singing ktv + shopping. hurhur plus the damn nice chuan kie food and we'll stay at grandma's apartment i think. Goood!

Sat - Genting to KL in the afternoon. Grandma's bday celebration dinner at night. Blook after that I hope. hahha... my fav shop is FINALLY on sale. wheee...

Sun - Kl back to Singapore!!

Yea then Monday starts the refresher course for 3 days, more work at the esplanade (hilary hahn!!) I think by the time that ends it should be time for the rrachhmaninov performance with comrade then back to KL again.

It's been almost three weeks into the hols. It's a cycle man.. like everytime you plan about the stuff you wanna do during the break whilst cramming for the damned exams, in the end you only do half or less of whatever that was supposedly planned. Gee..

I can't even quite recall what i've been doing. Trip to Genting, work, bumming around.. Totally shoved aside plans to pack up stuffs..

and the red eye strikes AGAIN. sigh.

Question of the day:
How do you de-starch a plant?? (primary 5 science qn)

Shall go pack my bags for kl now then!

KIMBERLY!!! You just made me smile. smile. smile!!!

Just had Germie and MIMI!! over for a mini lunch cum baking session. Haha yes amatuer bakers of course. We used Betty Crocker. hurhurhur... I'm in a cooking mood today. Not that I can cook much stuff, but!! I can make pasta and will be making that for my family tonight..

In a bid to not feel so guilty that we have to eat home cos I have to do usher registration.

Madama Butterfly was so-so. I was wayy up in circle 3 so I couldn't really read the subtitles clearly thus half the time i was unsure of the plot. sigh.

I want to hear Billy Joel's for the longest time now. Sadly I do not have that track. *moans

lunch!! pizza, garlic bread and sparkling wine.

hurhurhur tried making heart shaped ones! 

the amatuer-ish bakers!! 

HUGE finale one 

Just have to blog about this. A very unusual happening in the midst of a jam when we came out from JB.

As usual the jam stretched all the way through the entire causeway.

So expectedly, Dad cuts in from halfway (being a jam-experienced driver). He tries to squeeze in front of this brown car with a malay driver inside. Malay driver does not give chance at all. He slams the accelerator forward and comes less than 5cm from my dad's car.

Situation is tense. Both are unwilling to give in.

Malay driver in brown car WINDS DOWN HIS WINDOW AND GIVES OUR CAR 5 BIG BANGS ON THE LEFT SIDE.

Mum turns and says "wah lau want to go GO LAR!!!"

We all turn our heads and lord and behold!!!!!

The Malay driver turns out to be my dad's old time friend.

And we all laughed for like 5 mins non-stop. What is the possibility of trying to cut infront of your friend's car in a JB jam man. HAHA!

Bad bad. Been having spates of i-am-damn-damn-hungry spells. Due to the fact that I have too much time to wander around, think of stuff I would like to eat or have to eat because that was the basis of going out in the first place.

I should work more. But I can't. Such agony. I'm beginning to like the thrill of having to deal with different situations at work. Wahaha. And by the time i return I'm usually so pooped I sleep soundly despite the speakers (mum) on full blast.

Been wanting to swim and jog but somehow every morning i sucessfully coax myself into thinking that sleep is a much better option.

This is such a pointless post!

Anyone with part time lobangs that do not pay CPF??

Last night was spent fixing up the xbox and trying out the 2 games we had. Never knew the games cost so much. But they were really cool I must say. Got to drive many many different suave cars through many many places digitally. hahaha... yea i got it quite banged up. And the controller got pretty steamed up.

Ok shall stop being pointless. Going to JB now anyway. Toodles!

My dad just scared the shorts off me.

He was sitting in the dark in the living room when i went out to get water. So i walk out through the hallway and then suddenly i see this figure on the sofa that is quite still.... and the tv suddenly comes on.

GASP.

Turns out he was looking for the correct button on the remote. *mutters
This is what happens when your family has weird waking up times to watch soccer. I sigh.

Yesterday concluded the stressful exam period for Cher and Yans. So we headed to "marina" for steamboat. Haha why "marina"? Well i complained so much about the heat they gave in and went to tiong bahru instead for the steamboat. hurhurhur.. well it tasted not bad too!

Was really happy to hang out with these two nuts again. Albeit the *angie is damn fuzzy minded*.. they now have a new goal to be accomplished by the end of this year.

I had a genting-like tummy ache at the end of the night. -groan-

So I came up with a small (perhaps warped theory). There is something wrong with my kidneys. Cos when I was on my way to genting, in a bid not to use the damn gross toilets along the way, i kept my pee in for damnn long. Then upon arrival i developed this *punch my tummy* stomachache.

Then yesterday in the midst of ktv, i drank quite alot of fruit punch but tried not to go to the damn gross toilet there as well. Then the same tummyache came back.

My kidneys are starting to fail me. *cries

mw's gonna cook for mel and i tmr. yay! then i head off to work again. Just realised tmr will be my 7th show. I'm not sure when the cut-off date is for pay, but i think so far they've paid for 2 times. Which means i've got 5 more shows that i can work for. Sigh I need some cash now. Haha more like I need an answer from the uni of melb so that I can go 2 ways: major shopping spreee or start eating bread.

regular ktv-ers we have become 

the girls 

charissa tan mao mao!! 

comrade dearest 

after steamboat escapade, we had some ice-cream along the steps of tbp 

: ) 

went mad..  

Frustrated.

The answers people give me are just so exasperating. I'll blame it on the weather and having too much time to think about stuff. I'd just dwindle on a certain something and then churn out all the hatred i have to spit.

Unfortunate victim of today (and most days)'s rantings= comrade.

*hugs* thanks babe.

But how, HOW you tell me, can people be so insensitive!? Fine we don't exactly see things eye to eye but still!!?? I would have appreciated a much nicer and more subtle answer.

I've been sneezing loads today. URGHHH.

As expected, he was sensational. : )) Couldn't stop smiling when I came out. There weren't many patrons thus we were upgraded to circle one row AA!! He ran down to the audience, brought kids up on stage and belted out one love song after another. *swoons

Apart from the great performance, Sis and I had our first fondue experience. Haha the choc got tad too hot at one point.. but was good nonetheless.. Had it at Max Brenners before heading to the concert hall.

Peabo is old. We saw him after the performance where he had a short autograph signing session. But nonetheless his voice was awesome. He had us all on our feet dancing to the beat and asking for an encore at the end of the performance.

Well worth all of the 50 bucks!! To top things off to a wonderful night, Man U won the match last night and my dad gladly sponsored the tickets. Halleluia!