photopost

Less is more, so i'll keep my rubbish to a minimum for once.


Sky would've been nicer, but it was kinda hazy towards uh.. Punggol that day.


Series of slightly underexposed shots. But I liiike.


This is just... what? Mon and I came across this and it was a mix of oh-wow and what-in-the-fuck emotions.


Shite why is it so dark. Island paradise, my ARSE.


Had to crop this out of the original, so it's a little grainy but at least the moon is prettay clear.

TANKYEW MON for the company. Wouldn't have it any other way :D

a quickie, sorta

Okay I gotta blog fast. Otherwise I lose track and get bored and just close the browser.

THE BEST VALENTINE'S DAY DATE EVER:

Woke up at 5.30am to help Aresha with her Chew Chor Meng Charity Drive up to Chiangmai event. Left at 6.30am, Ma left for school at about that time too. Pa left at 8.15am, and Ash left at 9.30am, but till the bus comes he's usually in his room, either tied or just reading minding his own business on a good day. When we got back at about 9.30ish and settled into getting back to sleep about half an hour later, Aresha knocked persistently on my door and told me she found a pair of her socks on the floor next to her bed.

It looked damp, I didn't wanna touch it. She said it was covered in men's things. THINGS! I only understood after about 3 seconds of her wild gesticulations to her crotch. The prime suspect : JUDITH THE FILIPINO.

So we called her up and asked her wtfbbq. She started to deny everything, how the socks got there, why they were damp, although Aresha was dead certain it was what it was. We asked her to surrender her handphone, so she tried to buy herself some time by making us think it was downstairs when it was actually in her pocket. Her face totally gave it away.

Going through her phone, we found several mushy annoying msges, the kind you receive as forwards between her and a dude called SHAHIM. Then we chanced upon a msg received at 8.34am, 'I'm coming 2 minet'. THE PLOT THICKENS!

After two hours of vigorous interrogation and her perpetual denial we finally get the story from her. She let him in, he went up to my sister's room with my maid behind him and asked her for sex. IN MY SISTER'S ROOM! She apparently turned him down, afterwhich he jerked off and jizzed into a pair of my sister's favourite socks. Ew.

We called in the police, who very proudly told us that there was no case because 1. She consented to him entering the house, and 2. Her modesty wasn't outraged when it happened.

We didn't know no. 2 for sure, so we got someone who could speak Tagalog to ask her since she couldn't understand English that well. She said explicitly that she did feel insulted and outraged, so now we had our case. Or so we thought. We told her NOT to keep changing her story, otherwise we wouldn't be able to charge the Shahim fucker.

Aresha had to bring the maid and the violated socks to the Bedok North Police station at 4.30pm that day itself to see the investigating officer. Aresha left the socks at home, so I double bagged it and passed it to her on my way to work.

I got an angry call from Aresha later, only for her to tell me that the maid now had changed her story yet again, telling the IO that Shahim is her BOYFRIEND. Lord. SO, the case was dropped. We have made it our personal mission to go find the fucker and teach him a lesson, of which we haven't quite discussed as to how we would do that.

Aresha's doing a lot of undercover work with Judith's phone, only to realise that the little twat has several boyfriends that she had invited over on several occasions before. I.. don't know what to think. The stuff in my room, my camera, Aresha's Macbook, Pa's LCD tv and home theatre systems, our PC. It freaks me out to hell and back just thinking about it.

The worst part? Judith is MARRIED. To a PASTOR. With TWO KIDS. I understand you get lonely, but she has shown no sign of having contacted her family at all. When we called her husband to tell him about Judith's little Valetine's Day romp, she called him back afterwards to tell him that my parents were lying coz we were.... get this, jealous.

**

Phew, that took a bit. Less exciting things to note of late would be.. complementary VIP Passes to the Singapore Airshow this Sunday! Yay! So exciting right. VIP too. Can't wait to take photos!

Also, we finally got Dog microchipped, at the Waringin vet where i'm volunteering of course. Dr Ng usually writes his charges on a little piece of yellow paper and passes it to Aunty Susan (one of the assistants/receptionists), for her to charge whoever brought their pet in, without the customer looking at it. After he vaccinated and microchipped, he wrote the charges down and passed it to Aunty Susan, ordering her to 'hit me with the big bill'. I laughed at this, well coz I knew I'd have to pay alot coz he did so many things in one consultation. It was on Pa's tab anyway.

I walk to the counter all ready to pay when Aunty Susan shoves me out the door. Commotion ensues, more because I was so confused and going 'Eh I haven't pay yet let me pay first la'. She showed me the piece of paper;

Consult - Free
Microchip - Free
Vacc - Free

Just on Tuesday this week I had to throw away some boxes, but then had to attend to a cat next to me so I put the boxes down near the surgery table. After the cat was settled, Dr Ng pointed to the boxes and asked, 'Are you trying to start a collection?'

'Oh shoot no sorry i'll throw them now.'

'No wait hold on ah.'

(he takes the boxes and walks out of the room for awhile, then passes them back to me to throw)

(pointing to one of the boxes) 'Oh I found that on the floor somewhere, but just throw it away lah.'

I look at the empty box and inside was a hongbao with my full name written on it. I nearly cried. I don't know why. I know its a Chinese custom and whatnot, but I was just so grateful for how much he was acknowledging my effort in the clinic. When I left I opened it, and it had $50 inside. Even my parents don't give me that much on Deepavali.

He asks me every week if i've gotten a reply from the last 2 universities. Well just for all 5 of you to know, I haven't. I think they've put my rejection aside first while they settle those they want to accept first. Preparing myself for the worst. Besides, theres always Australia. AND, I don't know if i'll even make the almost-straight-As minimum qualification. OK ok sssh.

What else what else...

Oh i've finally found a group of people I can partay with. Every week in a row these past few weeks i've gone all over the place, from MOS to Zouk to Butterfactory (yuck) to Homeclub (even more yuck) and more. It digs a nice hole in my pocket too. But that aside, i've been hanging out with my Wild Oats girlfriends! Lani, Renie, and Ernie. Yeah I know my name sticks out like an oddball so they've started calling me Rani. Fuck that shit.

Ernie knows too many of my friends from EVERYWHERE. Primary & Secondary school, JC, even people i've met through friends, random friends, it's really terrifying. But she's an awesome girl la. Spent a few hours at her place reading scary stories and listening to the midnight ghost stories radio show on Ria the other night while getting the photos from the A Sides gig and it was all sorts of girly fun.

Ok got more to blog about but I gotta cut it short cause the Wii beckons... Wariowaves is a madass random game.

broke and hungry

Had the strangest dream last night. That all of Channel 5's old shows were coming back, though airing at weird ass times like 2.41am. Aresha and I were ecstatic. I mean shows older than Growing Up, like that sketch show with Kumar but I can't remember the names.

Today I didn't head to the vet coz Willin's bringing everyone to lunch. Oh, and he's also in Cleo's 50 most eligible bachelors. HAHA! I was damn paranoid as to whether I was supposed to come or not, coz Willin made a 'list' according to Mimi and considering that I pissed Mitch off on Saturday night when I called him an asshole, so there was a chance I wasn't on that mysterious list. But anyways, I'm going!

A Level results are out soon. It's so horribly nerve wracking when I start to think about it. Even more so than the O's. I just hate that horrible build up of anxiety where they tell you the statistics THEN announce the people with straight As before releasing the results.

Ok ok. Expect the worst and I won't be disappointed. Because what's done is done. No amount of praying will change my answers, the marks, or the normal distribution curve.

Yesterday at the Boardwalk was fun. Took some alright photos. Forgot to clean the dust off my lens so now I gotta touch up the photos in Photoshop. I'd put up some photos now, but I gotta go shower SO I shall see you when I see you.

only half a million views?

This isn't getting enough love.

how could i forget

I just recalled another anime that I loved as much. GATEKEEPERS! I think it was one of the more overlooked animes back in the day, during the Samurai X period. Come to think of it, it was one of the first few that actually had this kinda style, and now most shows on Animax have followed this cleaner, 3-dimensional style of animation.



It STILL gives me the shivers! GATE-O, OPEN!

I have a feeling i'm starting to embarass myself.

samurai x - the best anime ever

For some reason I just felt like watching the theme songs again. And so I did. I grew up watching this anime, it fuelled my Japan/anime obsession, inspired me to draw, and anytime I see it airing on Animax i'll watch it over anything else. I am now gonna find the complete DVD collection and OVAs. :D

I quite like the theme song of the first season.


This is though, by far, my FAVOURITE.


And of course we can't forget a little Bonnie Pink.


I remember Megumi was one of my favourites... and I thought Aoshi was hot. HAHA. Those were the days. Samurai X date anyone? I sponsor the DVDs. Once I buy them.

i don't do atas parties, thanks.

Hahah. No la I don't mean to sound all bitchy. Just got back from the Red Bull mass bbq party thing at Dempsey, and as much as the food was good, the slanging Singaporeans just make me go eeegh.

Maybe they grew up in Australia or what, I don't know. But there was quite a number of them with really icky accents.

Had an interesting Red Bull cocktail - it had strawberry puree and vodka I think. Tasted a little bit like cough mixture with too much RB, but tastes mostly like jam. That's all I had, and it gave me a headache. I just recovered from a hangover the night before and it didn't quite settle very well.

Couple of nights ago though, was gallivanting around ECP to find a nice place to sit and drink with a friend. Right at the very end of it was a part of the beach hidden by trees, but still had space on the shore to sit. It was like nowhere on the beach i've ever been to before at night, considering I go there pretty often. Was good we had a car to get there, it'd take years to walk to that spot.

So at 2am we settled down to the ulu-ness of the place under the mooonlight. I know it sounds so overly romantic, but all we did was play 5-10 and drink Chivas.

Weird thing is, I had that strange memory lapse I had the week before. Totally no recollection of what happened in the hour that followed the drinking game. Yes, I was drunk, but even then I would at least be aware of what was going on, or would even have the slightest inkling of what happened roughly. Last thing I remember is puking, and next thing I know i've woken up at 9am out of discomfort because my bed was covered in sand.

What.

I don't know either man. I think I fell. Because I have a nasty bruise on my chin too. Hmm.

I detest hangovers. I met Maya for shisha at Arab St and the war raging in my tummy made me so sedate I could hardly be half as chatty as I normally would be.

I have 15 mins till the OC on Star World.

I've been busying myself - started my vet attachment, and now I'm giving tuition too! Tutoring this sec 5 girl in E Math and Phys/Chem. Luckily for me her Physics is alright so I can focus on Chem with her, but she's got a lot of difficulty grasping even the basics. Coz well, she doesn't quite pay attention. I'm not the teaching sort, but these subjects are pretty straightforward to ace.

The attachment's been bledy fun. Cat lovers stop reading here.

I've witnessed a handful of cat abortions already in the past few days of my attachment, even one on the first day I started. After awhile, such things became kinda routine, coz it happens THAT often. And people send in pregnant cats to undergo abortions regardless of how far along the cat is. So far i've only examined one aborted cat fetus, it had no hair and resembled a hamster. It was still breathing! Mr Mohan (the dude who brought the cat in, who also is one of the guys in charge of the Animal Lovers League in Pasir Ris) felt horrible coz fetuses usually die pretty quick once the blood circulation in the uterus has been cut off.

Oh yes, animals have their uteruses removed once sterilized. I had no idea. The things i've learnt in 4 days! Wah.

As the doc does his thing, I get to stand there and watch. Watch the abdomen being cut open, the uterus being taken out - with or without fetuses to be aborted. I have yet to do anything hands-on during surgery except having given one injection. It's mostly observation at this point because I am still very very very new to clinical practice.

Watching animals being sedated and having sedation reversed makes me anxious because the animal could just leap off the operating table in a split second before you realise it.

I've gotten a nice collection of scratches, but it's all in a day's work. I don't mind it at all, cleaning poop and everything. I've actually gotten accustomed to the smell now.

Haven't seen any euthanized animals yet, but a Chauchau with a slip disc that was around on my first and second days was put down because... the owners just didn't want him back. When Boof came in (I christened him the name Boof because his fur is like a boof), he smelt pretty bad, and his eyes were crusty. But he was adorable and had personality. I know it's bad to have an emotional attachment to animals because the possibility of them dying is always there.

2 cats died on Tuesday.

The doc said that some animals don't even wake up from sedation sometimes after something as simple as sterilization. It's completely out of his control though, which makes it all the more sad.

Will update more soon. The OC's on now! :D

if i needed a friend like you, i'd take a squat and shit one out

I quote the crazy God lady on the show The Mist. Great movie.

Gonna make this short.

Started my vet clinic attachment at Pet Care Centre & Clinic at Chai Chee. I'm a volunteer so it's pretty flexible the number of days a week I go in and how long I stay in there for.

Will update on all the KOOL things i've seen there tomorrow night. Or something.

in loving memory

Jedi Pocky, Chen Po Chen.
1984-2008

It's slowly sinking in, it's almost surreal that you're gone.
It kills me that I didn't get to know you better.
As my sister's best friend you were like family to us.

You had a dynamic, out-of-this-world personality that everyone loved.
And you turned up for every DNB gig Aresha did without fail.
Without you it feels like just a vacant space.

At the tribute I could imagine you on that dancefloor,
making it yours, not really caring who's watching.

Even though you're gone, you'll always be rocking that dancefloor in our hearts.

***

hungover

For some reason, I cannot recall, for the life of me, how in the hell I got home last night, took off my earrings and jeans, put on boxers and went to bed. I also apparently emptied my bag of my headphones, cardigan, and socks that I bought when I went bowling with the girlfriends the other day.

But I do remember contemplating on whether to take off my eyeliner or not.

Yesterday was good though. Totally random idea to go out after work with Lani and Renie, Renie didn't go in the end so we went ahead to Timbre. Got there at 3, met an ex-Wild Oats employee - Ernie. And surprise surprise, Gerald was there! From TPJC. Random conversation, thought of heading to Kopitiam but decided to head to the east instead. Fucker already got his license, and is driving his mom's Honda.


Hopefully I can psycho him into going for adventures and stuff hehehe.

boring, bored

The days have been pretty blah, and I guess this photo just sums it up.
























Oh-so-very... blah.

Can't be arsed to update, nothing exciting or blog-worthy has been happening.

Still no response from Liverpool or Royal Vet College. I think I am fucked.

Work-wise things have been okay, but cash-wise I am screwed.

The only reason why I miss school is because it takes up all my time. Now free time spent outside costs moolah. Time spent with friends have been great, but it deeply sickens me to be around people who think they're too good for you. At least i've been under that impression.

I need to be around more people. No, the customers at Wild Oats don't count.

Tomorrow i'll be up bright and early (about 12pm-ish) and start the day well. Otherwise this bout of laziness/apathy will become routine. And then I will crash and burn.

Already done with my to-do list for this week! It's a start.

To make this post less depressing, here are some photos I took randomly. The D80 has been nothing but kind to me.

















The booze at Wild Oats. No we don't get to drink any. ;)
























Went to visit a family friend when my aunt was in town from the UK. No this isn't the friend, but it's his pet owl. I shan't say no more, because it's daaaangerousss....


















Random furry little fella.

Will have more adventures soon - ice skating, bapuk stakeouts, you name it, i'll do it.

am i dead?

No not really. Haha.

Just been working. The PC's been down for ages for 1001 reasons, it's amazing it survived the past 5 years with no antivirus. It's also got a snazzy new printer, speakers, wireless mouse and keyboard after a little trip to Sim Lim.

Work has been alright, apart from being sent to Wild Oat's affiliated restaurants - Relish and Wild Rocket. If I wanted to work in a restaurant, I wouldn't have applied to work in the bar. It's not about whether it's more slack at Oats or not. I just DON'T WANT TO WORK IN A RESTAURANT, PERIOD.

It could be packed as hell at Wild Oats every damn day, I can and will do it with no complaints. I guess the only good thing was that I worked at Relish with Mimi and big/small Sam made me feel at home at Wild Rocket.

Enough about that though, I'll get over it soon enough as long as Mitch doesn't sack me because of what Mimi said. Le sigh.

On a totally different note, I have a new infatuation. With a boy that many a girl could only as much as fantasize about. I see him almost every other day i'm at work except weekends. I don't know how old he is, and neither do I know his name, but I do know he's Jeremy Monteiro's son. Singapore's very own 'King of Swing' has a studio directly next to the bar, and that's how I ended up finding this mysterious boy. Annoying thing is, I have gotten nothing close to even a trace of a smile, whereas everyone else, INCLUDING Daniel, got Hi's and even smiles from him.

I was talking to Mon about it over supper yesterday after work. All sorts of advice la I can get from him. So this time change tactics. I will have to stop looking at him whenever I can, as hard as it'll be because he is really, really, ridiculously good looking.

What if he's married? Lord.

:D

By far, the most eventful new year's yet.

Mom and dad had a juvenile, immature albeit explosive argument involving flinging the printer, the computer chair and the police. By the time I had finished by shift and got home it was 4 in the fucking am and all I wanted to do was sleep. When it was all over, I tucked into bed at 9am.

I can't be bothered to list all the details. My parents - fine examples of being good parents.

I don't think anyone knows how fucking glad I am that the school term starts tomorrow and both parents have to go back to their usual routines. Clearly, too much free time makes my mom restless and thus more likely to go absolutely apeshit.

Those whom i've told, thanks for listening. The only other comfort i've had is Rasputin. He's always happy to see me and I let him out of his cage for as long as I can at a time. He bounces around the bed for awhile before getting a little tired, but for the entire duration that he's out of his cage, he's hyper. And still generous with all his kisses. 

I thought I could start the New Year slowly, with no worries at hand. I guess having peace of mind is not what my life is cut out to be blessed with. Aunty Gogi firmly believes I HAVE to get out of the country for university, vet school or no. And I agree. For everything I've been through, I deserve it.

2008 promises a fresh start. I hope. 

Some things have worked my way, most haven't. In light of one in particular I chose to spend New Year's eve working instead of celebrating. Just lost the mood I guess. 

You know, after so many years you realise who your friends really are. And i'm glad that those who are close to me are fantastic people inside out. Speaking of which, I met up with Maya on Sunday and had a good heart-to-heart. Why is it our conversations are always like that. Haha. 

But it really did me good. Had a drink at starbucks then headed over to her place.

I don't know why I get myself down so much for. When I really think about it, it was just so bledy stupid, including the people involved. My life is just starting out proper after hibernating at home for so long. I am anything but anti-social, who knows all the new people i'll meet.

I can't wait.

merry christmas! sorta.

Hello everyone. It's been... weeks? I don't know. Ever since my computer fucked up i've resorted to 10 mins on my sister's macbook. Speaking of which, I am gonna start saving up for one, right after I get all my photos off the old computer with my external hard drive.

Been kinda off the radar as of late. Working, clubbing, random nights with Aresha and Amit. I've become numb to how fast time passes. Trying hard not to think that i'm one month closer to getting the A level results.

The yearly Christmas eve party was postponed to Christmas Day, so I worked on Christmas Eve at almost double pay, weehoo! That would mean I'm one step closer to buying my camera, yes?

On Christmas Day, the year I chose not to buy anyone anything because I had to save up, I got the most surprising presents. I made the Christmas dinner instead. Oh by the way, I have proven myself not to be a failure in the kitchen anymore. 

I roasted two whole chickens! And made stuffing and all that jazz all on my own, and it tasted goooood. 

But that aside, remember awhile ago I said I wanted a rat really really badly? I had given up on the idea awhile when I couldn't find a seller.

Surprise surprise, Aresha gave me a rat for Christmas! I'd post pictures, but my computer's fucked so i'll save it for another day. Rasputin the rat, he's the new man in my life. He's only 4 weeks old and is the size of a mouse, so it's only a matter of time. He likes to nibble fingernails and licks everything. 

And from my mom, a D80. I'm not kidding. I think my life has new meaning now. 

I can move out of this short phase of mild depression.

:)

distant

Feels so much better to offload everything. Met Yigang at his place and went to the nearby Mubarak place for some rojak. Told him everything inside out, and admitted to everything I was feeling. And I realise that having too much free time will be detrimental to me.

Because I have too much time to think and mull over things. So I just might take his advice and get a day job. Working at Wild Oats is alright, the people have been fun and I've gotten used to the routine. But I still have extra time on my hands.

Perhaps I should put more effort into convincing my parents to buy me a camera. So I could devote myself full time to it. I've been looking at my photos, and as much as there is room for improvement, I definitely have something i'm sure.

Focusing on the positives. I have a few friends coming to visit me Friday night at work. People! Visit me!

I now know how to open a wine bottle and serve wine. Cool ah! But I am still too weak to carry 6 Tiger beers on a tray. After awhile of carrying those darn deck tables and chairs inside and outside I think I should be ok :D

Boring already my life. Oh well, I believe its only a matter of time.

i am built for a bigger cause

My life is not fulfilling enough. I know there is something much, much bigger out there and it has my name on it.

Since the A's just ended my life is just starting out, leaving so much room to do all sorts of things. Yeah so the past 24 hours hasn't exactly been ideal, but I shouldn't let it get me down so much. On the contrary, shisha with Maya and Ameer was good fun, as always, sans the wheezing monstrosity of a man that was seated next to me.

I am starting to get sick of the people around me.

I think I need a better paying job.

I need to stop sleeping with the air-con.

I looked up Pol Pot's secret prision, S-21 and felt something stir inside me. No, it wasn't just my stomach, but more of a deep urge to go to Cambodia again.

I have to buy a D80 asap.

My life is really not complete. I have been rejected by Cambridge, but that comes as no surprise because now I know it's because of that fucking B my bitch of a Chemistry tutor predicted for me. Remember I said I would go on a murderous rampage? Well not so much now, but if the weather continued to pms like it has for the past 2 days I might've just done so.

I'm going to work tonight, and I shall contemplate my life on the way there. Because I know I am capable of bigger, badder things. A Level results aside, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We've always lived for the now.

I will pick myself up and have a kickass December leading up to 2008.

waiting

Got so much to blog about.

Ok so let try and break it down.

Was at Mimi's last Monday to Thursday. It was all about swimming and watching movies. Thanks for putting up with me in your house for so long. Her dad is damn funny. Didn't manage to lose the boncit with all the swimming though, sadly.

Prom was bad. But I was nominated for prom queen! HAHA! Me of all people! I didn't win, but I did get a snazzy t-shirt dress out of it. But it was a size M, so it looks like a nightie on me. Although, that didn't stop me from wearing it to Woodlands. Haha.

The nominees had to catwalk in the most embarassing way possible, with girls needing to shake their bootays behind each male teacher sitting at the VIP, and then making the most suggestive noise possible followed by asking into the microphone, 'Am I hot?'

By far, THE most embarassing thing i've ever done, probably after drinking a blowjob shot in front of everyone sometime last year.

It was just really dull apart from that. Half the time I was outside looking for updates about post prom ticket sales from Joshua.

Oh yes, my prom dress came. Yes, the dress that I bought online that I thought was lost. It came last Monday. It looked fantastic on the day itself, and I didn't feel the least bit slutty. Haha.

The train, like Meijuan warned me, was stepped on so many times. I was being very nice when I asked people to please get off my dress.

Just went through the photos. They all suck. Didn't really take much photos, I felt so uncomfortable in so much make up.

Post prom was an absolute blast though. I really have to thank everyone for showing up - even the last minute bastards who bought tickets. It all counts. We didn't make the $4000 bar sales mark because Zouk was mad-ass expensive, but everyone made it a great night. The Officials too, I bet walking around with those tags felt awesome haha, but good job on your part too for making sure the underaged kiddos weren't drinking.

And also the certain someone, who brought a friend, finally danced with me after taking 10 years and much prompting. And when he finally decided he wanted to, it felt like Jackson 5's Hallelujah Day was playing in my head. No i'm not exaggerating, and the song title sounds a bit too much, but it was just that feeling.

After all the running around, making sure everything was okay, everyone was having fun and the underaged wasn't drinking, I finally settled into 3 drinks and dancing with Mimi, boy and his friend. From then it was laughing at chinese retards who didn't know how to dance, bitching about random minahs around us and laughing at drunk people.

The night ended way too early at 3am, leaving many disappointed. It was still full house by that time. Ugh, why Zouk? Why? Why do you like to spoil the fun?

Aresha and me went home and let Siti Hamimah crash at our place. Got a call at 5am from Zahra telling us to come down to Simpang and so we did. After watching the last 20 mins of the Man U/Fulham match, we went home to sleeeep.

Before sending Mimi home I got some nice scratches on my hands and wrists from restraining Ash. He flew into a rage while we were still sleeping and was just starting to tear the kitchen apart once again when I got so mad I just dragged him into his room with Judith's help and restrained him inside. Mimi slept through the whole ordeal. HAHA

Yeh so that's about it. I start work tomorrow from 7-11pm at Wild Oats Bar On the Hill.

Come visit me! I'll be working on Friday and Saturday too. The manager is awesome and mad fun.

The only thing is that getting there is a bitch and a half. Still, the drinks are good and the atmosphere is tops, so DROP BY OK.

Besides, tomorrow's training, i'll be all alone.

Parents will be out of town from Thursday onwards for just a couple of days. PARTAY I SAYS!

God i'm so deprived.

prom is tomorrow

And I haven't done anything. I haven't epilated my arms, nor gone for my manicure.

I've just gotten my period, when I was planning to wear a g-string.

I have never touched a tampon, and am actually scared to death of them.

I have not made my hair or make up appointment, and every hotel i've looked up is fully booked.
Post prom is killing me - I wish I didn't have to worry about it.

My face is breaking out.

Yeah. I just want it over. I just want it over, start my job and just screw everything else. I have yet to have a day where I can worry about absolutely nothing.

It's not coming. My dress will never come. It's really lost.

Those FUCKING BASTARDS!

Another dress just ain't gonna cut it, sista.