because money falls from the sky

I wanna go to Amsterdam and have hash brownies for New Year's.

And make it a round trip and go to the UK again.

Haha, whoa dream big.

staying in is bad for you

I feel a bit shitty from lazing around the house the whole day, staring at my laptop screen trying to work out living costs in Sydney - I got an offer from the University of Sydney too, and from the looks of it I just might be going there. It's not the UK, but I shan't be bitter cos i'm saving my dad a good amount of money by going to Australia instead, and that gives me a minimal amount of peace of mind.

It's still gonna cost a bomb nonetheless.

Here's the plan when I get done. I don't think i'll be coming back, I will maybe work there for a couple of years there and make plans to practice in the UK. That was my intention all this while. My dad, on the other hand insists I work at the Singapore Turf Club when I get back, and try to rip off some millionaire by charging him exorbitant prices for treating his horses. Perhaps, to pay off the incurred debt from my education but in the long run it's not something I really want to do.

No replies from AVA or the Loke Cheng Kim foundation with regards to scholarships. Not surprising.

Ratty's cage all nice and set, it looks nothing like those fancy cages i've seen in forums cos well... I can't afford that. But it is nice and roomy for two rats. All I need is for Aresha to pick up another hammock from Pets At Home in the UK I can move Stalin in.

But the two little satans can sometimes test my patience. Especially Rasputin, he keeps traumatising the hell out of Stalin it gets worrying sometimes. I don't know why he keeps bugging Stalin, and Stalin just turns over onto his back in defeat. It got so bad to a point, just earlier, Rasputin chased Stalin into the little section in the corner of my room where the base of the roof pipes are. I don't know if he was really stuck or was just too afraid to come out of that little corner.

Stalin is still quite scared of ME for some reason, he's taking more than ages to warm up. So it made things MUCH more difficult. I had to stuff things in between the pipe and the wall so it'd get too squeezy and he'll be forced out. BUT to do so, cos the pipes are behind my bed, I had to push my drawers and move my bed out of the way.

When I finally got them back safe in their cages, I was moving stuff around and it caught onto my bedside lamp wire, so it fell over and smashed to pieces. I was surprised Pa didn't come charging in.

I hope Stalin grows bigger than Rasputin, then he can show him who's boss heheh.

i want it to.

Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow is your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen

One of my favourite songs.

Money can't buy happiness, is a misleading quote concocted by the rich to try and make the rest of us feel better about ourselves. According to Mon. And I do believe him.

What if it doesn't happen? *cries*

Ashwin just LOVES watching his Police Academy movies dubbed in Chinese.

Don't ask why.

i am simply amazing

Finally bought the rattys cage today BUT ALAS! The bar spacing was too wide for Stalin, he could squeeze through very easily. Rasputin on the other hand kept trying to squeeze out, he was soo lost in the new cage.

So I had to move Stalin from his baby cage to Rasputin's old one and he has gone absolutely nuts.

The cage is about 32 inches long, and I carried it all the way back on the bus. Yes that is why I am amazing. Then again, any normal person would've just taken a cab. But a cab from Ang Mo Kio would be a bit costly so I braved the bus. Luckily for me, even tho it was during the peak hours I didn't end up having to squeeze my way thru people and piss them off by lugging around the huge cage.

It is lovely though, it fits all the toys and hammock I bought for them, and I bought a new water bottle which is HUGE.

Time for sushi! With Mon!

OMG

RASPUTIN IS A HUGE BUFFALO!

oh and by the way i'm back

I ran up to my room with Dog cos I was so anxious to see them. I laid myself on the floor so I was at eye level with Rasputin and he looked terrified for a moment. After about a minute or so of him sniffing my hand and wondering who the hell I was, he finally started licking my hand and came out of the cage. I was shocked as hell to see how huge he had become - he's 90% adult male size already, and I seriously thought he wouldn't grow anymore before I left!

Then I went to check on Stalin who's still as shy as ever. He's now almost as big as Rasputin was before I left. At this rate, Stalin's gonna grow into a bigger buffalo!

Okay if i'm gonna meet Yigang for lunch tomorrow... I'll have to sleep... Now.

oi doin't loike ozzies

Generally no. Their accents are bledy BLEDY annoying. And my flight to Singapore is a stopover for EK432 to Auckland. Hello Dubai airport.

I can't wait to run home and give Rasputin a good squeeze. I miss his fucking spasticated behaviour, spasming like a retard the moment you lay a hand on him.

I msged Yigang before I left Heathrow, asking him to come over at about 930pm heheh. I need to show him his tacky tourist present! Hahah. Sad to say its not a t-shirt.

Things got pretty emotional earlier. Even though it was a tad lonely, the final weekend before I left was awesome possum.

Went to Oxfordshire, where Jane (Uncle Matt's sis) and Terry run a pub and live just above it. The place was just huge la. It looks like a regular building on the outside, but the backyard was this giant sprawling green mass. Pete (Uncle Matt's bro) brought his border collies Miv and Holly and we had tons of fun playing fetch, jumping on the giant trampoline and rolling around in the grass. Had fish and chips in the yard before feeding Randall the pub chameleon, getting the kids ready for bed then getting down to the boooooze haha. I NEEDED MY FIX, 3 weeks is way too long.

Wasn't such the uncomfortable social situation that I thought it'd be cos Uncle Matt and Jane are in their forties and Pete's 36. After a few vodkas I decided to run up and down outside just for fun, but it was a bad idea cos I had no idea where the hell I was going.

Playing with Miv reminded me so much of Dog. I miss that bimbo of a dog too actually.

Gonna FINALLY be boarding my damn flight home soon, so i'll blog about everything soon soon. Back to reality. Back to work, back to making all those stupidly important decisions about my future. You know they say money can't buy you happiness, but who are we kidding?

We'll live in perpetual financial discomfort, never owning any real assets, I can't even fufil my dream without money.

Ok you know what? If I don't shut up now I'll be the last to board the plane.

Hoo boy, 1 whole year ahead of me to do fuckall. I want to go to the UK again hopefully in that period. HEH

Anyone wanna go rat cage shopping with me tomorrow? :D

aaagh

Biggest sushi craving of my life. I leave this house in 30 hours.

I go back to work on Thursday, which I guess is a good thing. Gives me 2 days to recuperate and buy the cage for my ratties.

Heading to Oxford with the uncle and cousins in a bit. It might be an overnight thing, so I've packed about 90% of my stuff, and hopefully it'll weigh less than 30kg. I spent more than I wanted to, but i'm happy. I bought Ma a dress and two tops, bought some belated birthday presents, had lunch and hopped on the bus back yesterday from Wokingham town centre. It's pretty fun to visit at night too, the pubs are extremely cosy and unsleazy.

Called the family yesterday. Not once did they call while I was here, but that's just the way we do things. They're doing fine. But I have a feeling my parents have been going out... A lot. Most of what my mom was said was about going out with Pa and going on a holiday with him for a weekend when both me and Aresha are back in the house. I'm glad they're doing good and happy, it'd be the worst to come home in the middle of some big issue they're having.

And when things are good, Ma's mood will be good = Pa's mood will be better.

I hope this continues, it usually gets rudely interrupted by a huge fight. BUT if it doesn't, maybe Pa will stop smoking his lungs to death.

AH damn, going home means the end of my nightly Sex and The City Marathon. They show two episodes every night, 3 on weekends, along with 2 episodes each of Friends, Everybody Loves Raymond, King of Queens and That 70s Show EVERY NIGHT. Sad sad sad.......

exactly 72 hours to my departure...

....from Nine Mile Ride.

Things to do when I get back (cue 'Oh fuck no not again')

1) CHECK ON RATTYS
2) MAKE RATTY CAGE
3) Go back to vurk at the Vild Oats. Haiya. I think i'm on schedule everyday cos of some Hamlet thingo that's being done and WO is gonna cater every night for a few weeks i'm not sure. On top of that there are other events tooo.

4) Look for another job. A day job with fixed hours from Monday to Friday so - my nights are free to partay and so are my weekends.

5) Step up on the tuition. Erika actually misses me! I need to pay Deborah too for covering for me the past 3 weeks.

6) Do Pa's birthday present thing. It's been sitting in my head for the longest time, about time I actually DO IT.

7) i <3 my rats...

Yeah this is about the umpteenth time i'm blogging about them yeah?

So i've bought a bit of stuff.. If you asked me for something in particular, I would've bought it for you, but in any case don't expect stuff cos it's just too expensive.

I haven't bought Yigang the tacky London tourist t-shirt he asked for cos I was trying to hard to haggle in Camden Town. I should've though, cos I don't know for sure if i'm going into London again on Saturday with Uncle Matt and the kids.

My aunt said she'd hook me up with a hottie who said he'd bring me to Southampton but he fought with his momma. HAHA! Wao.

less than 7 days left

Yep, it's less than a week to my departure from this lovely albeit brr cold country. I just bought myself a new coat too - wasted.

Been all over sorta. From Reading to Slough to Iver to Camden Town to Central London to Southall. Ok la when I think about it it's not quite much, but I definitely have enjoyed the trip. A good chance for me to basically miss everything about home - from firstly, mr Rasputututin and mr Stalin, to the burning weather, and hanging out on the regular with familiar faces. This isn't to say I prefer Singapore over the UK.

Having spent almost 3 weeks in the suburbs is NO JOKE. A good chunk of moolah has been spent on transport and LPG for Amit's car which he has generously lent to Aresha and I to get around. Prior to the car though;

Several bus trips to Wokingham = £3.40 x I don't know how many times.
Blah blah blah.......Reading = £5.40 x 2... 3 times?
Train to Slough (a 20 min ride) = £8.60
LPG for the Cherokee Jeep aka Amit's Ride = £30 + £23
Day Travelcard for our day in Camden = £5.90

That comes up to a pretty bit. My spending gained momentum over the 2 weeks and I'm down to.... an undisclosed amount. I'm not TOO worried. Initially I was worried about the moolah i'd spend if I went for the Hospitality gig in London this Friday.. £20 for a return train, god knows how much for a tube card, another £20 for the gig if I don't make guestlist, and other misc things I might spend on. Backside tore on Sunday when I bought a coat from Camden Town for £35.

But since A Sides said he won't be going for the gig, i'll give it a miss. Cos I don't wanna go alone. Aresha and Amit are heading for the Isle of Wight tomorrow evening but i've pretty much got my week planned out for me before I leave, almost. Shopping in Reading again Tuesday, helping out at Aunty's school on Wednesday, helping out at Nine Mile Vet then babysit on Thursday, not sure what on Friday, and tentatively London on Saturday with Uncle Matt and the kids.

Many of you might think it's not much of a holiday, spending it at a vet or a special needs school or babysitting kids. But I think i've seen a lot more of the UK than any random tourist, in terms of how they live, the people, their mannerisms and other things I can't be arsed to put in words. There's only so much you can see in Central London.

Fuck, the other night I had ANOTHER dream about the ratties. This time, I had come back and Stalin was HUGE, but.... white. His coat was white! How wtf is that. Damn, I think before I get home I will have another few anxious dreams about them cos I keep thinking about them so much. While i'm here I shop for them, and I keep reading up rat guides and how to set up the perfect cage. You have no idea how much i'm itching to set everything up, I shall photo-document that process if i'm not feeling particularly lazy.

the most horrific nightmare

I dreamt I came home the other night - first thing I went to see were my ratties.

I went upstairs to my room to check on them. The cages were filthy, both rats were sick looking.... and completely stiff!

I even poked a finger through and Stalin fell over on his side, dead.

Ooooh my god la. It was just the worst thing. Called Pa the next day and he said the ratties were fine.

And Stalin has grown BIG!

EHHHH shit I hate to be missing out on this. According to Aresha his biggest growth spurt was right after I left. I only remember him to be as long as my pinky finger. But he's still in his baby cage! I've bought so much stuff for them from here cos pet shops in SG don't sell rat toys and stuff. I spent £25 on rat things - jumbo sized climbing tubes, a huge swing, a hammock and a wooden ball. If I don't think about currency conversions it works out to quite a bit BUT I have sworn to myself not to think about it.

When I come back I will assemble their dream cage ASAP.

i just got the chills watching this

GTA IV trailer airing in the UK;



This video is just so badass. It makes me wanna buy a PS3, screw the xbox.

And the music is extremely catchy. LCD Soundsystem's Get Innocuous.

You. Can. Normalize.
Don't it make you feel alive?

Why don't they EVER have badass game trailers in Singapore? I mean - apart from Granado Espada and Hellgate London... Those are PC games!

We need some Sony Playstation lovin!

le sigh

I miss the familiar faces.

What a waste of a holiday. Just too bad then.

On a brighter note i'll be spending the day at the vet tomorrow.

China earthquake kills thousands

" "Wenchuan is home to the Wolong Nature Reserve, China's leading research and breeding base for endangered giant pandas," Xinhua reported. The condition of the center was not immediately known because all communication services were cut off. "

:O

I'm most worried about the pandas.

army boys and russian waiters

It's been a whole week already.

How time flies. I've had time to blog but I just haven't been.

Been going around.... Swimming with the kids on Monday, spent Tuesday helping out at my Aunty's school for kids with special needs, picked up the kids from school on Wednesday then headed to Uxbridge with Amit, his bro and sis-in-law to watch Ironman, bought a dress from Wokingham then babysat the kids making Mother's Day cards on Thursday, and finally on Friday I spent an afternoon alone in Reading.

Yeah... I just walked around The Oracle shopping mall. Bought another dress and two bikini tops. In hopes of finding May, the girl from M'sia I met on the plane, I went to the restaurant she said she worked at. Turns out she was on long term leave, so I left my name and number.

Along the river, I stopped by a restaurant with a sign that said £7.50 for lunch and a glass of wine. I didn't intend on spending much on food, but I just had to.

So there I was, having pasta and wine alone by the river. I sat there for a good hour or so, listening to Jack Johnson and Bjork playing from the restaurant. And then I was asked out on a date by the blue-eyed waiter. Lesson learnt, I shouldn't go anywhere myself haha.

The time alone was enjoyable though, all I did was daydream and had small talk with the sorta cute waiter. Normally you don't see 19-year olds sitting alone enjoying wine, and I did get a lot of strange looks.

I dropped by Primark to see whether the hype was worth it. Stuff didn't look so appealing to me, except the swimwear and some shoes.

OKAY GOING ON A MINIBUS TO THE SEASIDE (I THINK)

UPDATES LATERZ

brr

Ok i'm supposed to be at Katherine Pines' house now with Aunty Gogi and the family, but I'm choosing to stay in instead.

Cos... I got my... PERIOD URG

I was prepared for it la of course. I've started taking something that supposedly reduces flow and cramps, so we'll see how well this works.

Jet lag is a real bitch, I find myself yawning nonstop at 8pm local time. Yesterday was Amit's bro's birthday, so he picked me up along with a bunch of stuff for his sis-in-law and him and went to his place to cut the cake. Then at about 8ish almost 9pm we set off for Tabbay's in Central London for some good ol' indian food.

It was a good hour long queue, that place was a real hit with everyone from Chinese to angmohs and I was starving. Luckily they slot us in somehow, i'm not sure how and we jumped the queue. It was freezing outside, a good 8 bledy degrees. I hardly survived it, and Amit was just wearing a t-shirt.

Had a good meal, dessert, laughs before leaving well after 12am. Driving back was a bitch, especially nearing here cos it was just so damn ulu. The road's pitch black, the drive in was foggy as hell and there were so many creepy looking animals running across the road. Most of the time they were prolly foxes, but in the dark with their glowing eyes it was just creepy. Earlier, on the way to Amit's place a pigeon was struggling to get out of the jeep's way and he almost knocked down a pheasant.

Finally got back, but it was real late. I had already knocked off in the car for awhile cos I was really completely bushed. All in all, it was a great night. Central London is just damn beautiful at night, I definitely wanna come back and take some night photos or something if I can.

Ok yucky period feeling settling in, maybe i'll take a nap.

tweet

Once again, after almost 2 years, I am back here in Nine Mile Ride, Wokingham.

You don't realise the cold once it kinda... sets in. I wore a tee and pants after a shower and felt alright... Until after about half an hour. Had to get a sweater and wore a pair of socks.

So after about 23 hours of prolly the worst damn flight ever, i'm finally here.

Before it landed at Heathrow, the landing was delayed by an hour cos of high traffic. Our plane while waiting went 2 circles, then 2 figure 8s before finally fucking landing. Everyone in the plane was so sick of just going round and round.

As it descended it was interesting the stuff I got to see. The London Eye, Big Ben, Thames River, all sorts of interesting looking houses, flower fields, horses, so I guess this trip might not be so bad after all. Once I recover from the jet-lag and flight and get used to the crazy weather i'll go out abit more. Will visit the nearby vet too, my aunt and uncle have both been talking to him, telling him about me wanting to become a vet.

Hmm this is interesting. It's about 9pmish here now and its 4am in sg. I normally sleep at about 4am. I guess there's not much difference then. Ok mad tired, gonna sleep now. Maybe i'll update proper tomorrow.

Love from the UK :D

oh my god

These six hours feel like an eternity. And now a hole has magically appeared in my skirt. Fucking shitty ass mango. I'm sharing some of Aresha's arse luck. Shoulda worn pants.

I want to sleep.... Was trying to watch a movie on the lappie but I just kept nodding off in the cafe, despite the fact my stuff could just get snatched very easily. So I got out of there, went to the toilet and wandered around abit afterwards.

I want to fly first class one day. Fuck man, it looks so awesome.

Is everyone having a shiok labour day? I'm not.

dubai yairport

Ahhh so super fuck bored.

I made a friend on the plane but when she went to buy meds, while I bought eyeliner..... I lost her.

The airport's full of seedy strange men giving me strange looks. So it sucks not to have someone here to keep my attention.

A Nigerian man started talking to me on the plane. The most painful 15 mins of my life I think, cos he was so annoying.

"When you wake up in the morning, after you brush your teeth, you don't pray to GOD?"

"Um... No..."

"Hahaha... I find you very very funny"

Gave him a fake number. So sorry Mon yet again i didn't use the opportunity to give your number instead. But I wouldn't wanna mess with this guy also, he looked damn gangsta.

The genius that I am forgot to bring my god damn charger during this fucking 6 hour stopover. FUCKING stupid. I will be bored as hell after the 3 hours are up.

During the flight I watch Ratatouille tho. I think one of the major reasons why I didn't wanna leave was cos.... I'll miss my ratties so much. Stupid cute fuckers. Especially Rasputin and his spastic behaviour. Lord, I hope something makes this trip better. I really feel like unbelievable amounts of shit.

The airport staff here aren't as good-looking as before.

I wanna go hoooome. But then again, the more I psycho myself into thinking this trip will suck, it will. So since i'm here I might as well enjoy it. Well at least until after this god damn mother of a stopover.