I did something I've never done before; to count my blessings.
Perhaps I've always been engulfed by jealousy and hatred to notice that my numerous shitty encounters actually pale in comparison when placed next to some less fortunate soul.

Took out the university's course outline and started reading it properly for once. Have in mind, a few majors that I wanna pursue already. Must admit that the few lines of so called "details" (yes.. the irony of it all) sound rather intriguing and I'm starting to get a little excited to start school. But I know... they always package things nicely. Studying and then sitting for the exams is another thing. Would probably start cursing at the pen that ran outta ink whilst mugging.

i spread rumours abt my gay classmate to see how ppl wld react if they ever found out abt me. says:
he just wasted a lot of time w his rubbish and he smells like shit..
e*an -ooohh- says:
i'm very tempted to shave off his terrible goatee..
e*an -ooohh- says:
i mean.. what's with those century-old coffee stains?!
i spread rumours abt my gay classmate to see how ppl wld react if they ever found out abt me. says:
his spittle gets collected there..
i spread rumours abt my gay classmate to see how ppl wld react if they ever found out abt me. says:
so its damn useful
i spread rumours abt my gay classmate to see how ppl wld react if they ever found out abt me. says:
and we get blessed everyday

Hahahahaha!!! No prizes for guessing which cj teacher.

So Room 703 wasn't as sleazy as we all imagined. 2 thumbs up!
2 pimps and 7 girls, people pretending to be murdered, us thinking that they finished the whole absolute vodka bottle within 10 minutes and got drunked, steffie's ahlianrap. x) Too bad we didnt have vernier callipers and a 30cm ruler with us.
Oh.. never assume that toothpaste would be provided in the hotel room. The 6 of us checked out without brushing our teeth. HAHAHA!!!
Will wait for the usuals to upload the pictures and I'll link it.
Pictures are up. Compliments of biatch.

It's so hard to find a nice footwear in Singapore. I've been trying to find the perfect black stilettos for a few months. To no avail that is..
Everything is so goddamn fugly nowadays. Pumps, mules, sandals, slippers are all alike. FUCKING UGLY.
Think I'm exaggerating?
Go take a stroll in Orchard Road, keep your eyes on the floor and look at the shoes people are wearing these days. You'll know what I mean. Unless you are the kind who will wear sneakers 24/7, that is.

These are what I consider pretty shoes. Too bad they don't sell them here. I hereby declare that Victoria's Secrets have the best shoes ever.

Maybe in time to come, I would hafta give up the things that I hold close to my heart.
Maybe in time to come, I would learn how to let go of my pride.
And maybe, just maybe, I would also learn how to manage my emotions, for good.

Never been a great fan of settling stuff online ie; eShopping, eMailing, eFuckthisshit...
So settling my eVisa online proves to be equally annoying. If not, more.
What happened to the conventional way of going down to the immigration centre and getting the bloody visa done? At least I get to see with my own eyes that the thing is chopped and finalised. Clicking the "submit" button just doesn't give me the reassurance that I need.
Ah.. let's not digress. I can't even get past "Step One". Pfft..

Lyn, are you back already?? I need help with this shit. And perhaps with other unrelated shit too. Just hurry the fuck back and call me!!!

Everything's starting to sink in now and I'm getting quite scared.

It's always comforting to know that there's someone who will always be my invisible bodyguard; when he's neither my father, brother nor boyfriend.
And this is the kinda friendship that I truly wanna hold on to forever.

Today is clean-up-my-pig-sty-day.
After 2 months of incessant naggings from dad, he left me no choice but to start cleaning up today when he shoved two black bags (the kind you use to contain chopped up dead bodies) in my hand. Boohoohoo.
Well, I could have filmed my own version of Discovery Channel there and then. Whether people would watch it would be another issue.

In the span of 4 hours, I discovered;
*One fuckin squashed and dried lizard. !@&^%*#$(@ that's like the most disgusting shit ever I swear. The body was twisted as if someone threw it in a pot of boiling hot oil. Gross!! My lunch almost came out.
*Many pretty letters and trinklets given to me by people back in the IJ days. Definitely a girl thing.
*The books I'm gonna give the garang guni weigh at least 40kg(I think). They stack up to about 70cm. WOW!!!
*Tried a few mcq questions from my geography test paper in sec 3 and still made the same mistakes I made 4 years back.
*My immense hatred for physics is still present. But put econs and physics together, I'll choose physics anytime.

Short documentation. That's that.

It wouldn't kill if people minded their own stinkin business for once, would it? Fine if I can't keep my secrets well and people manage to sniff them out using their canine nose. That's my bad, I admit. But to use that to bitch and jump to anal conclusions about something else is simply unscrupulous.
I swear I'm only coming home after the cursed wedding. For those who don't believe in karma, let me share a true life account. Everyone knows how those two mother fuckers love to gloat over any misfortune that befall on me. Not only that, they go around telling other people. So guess what? My sister lost her wedding band the second time. She's lucky enough to have it back twice but I'm not quite sure if luck's gonna stay with her. Is that supposed to be a bad omen? Perhaps a divorce? Oh how I would rejoice!!!
I'm trying so bloody hard to keep my cool around them despite knowing how my sister betrayed me time and time again. To think that we used to be so close despite the 8 year age gap. To think that she used to come to my defense when my big sis wanted to cane me during my younger days. To think that she grew up only to turn her back against the sister she shares a room with for 15 years till today. To think that she even allowed a fuckin outsider to make our relationship turn sour. Why?? To save her own ass.
I wouldn't play Miss Nonchalant anymore.
Everyone just assumes the fault lies with me. A family friend said I should understand why my parents are so strict with me.
I quote, "E'an.. you are more problematic as compared to your sisters. They didn't give your parents as much trouble not because they are square headed. And with that, your parents are feeling rather helpless. You know how the feeling of helplessness sucks right? So when they feel like they can't do anything, its only natural for your dad to hold on tighter to the reins."
So is it my fault that I turned out like that? I don't believe I made a drastic overnight change and neither will I accept their bull crap about mixing with the wrong company. As much as I'm easily swayed by my peers, I know where to draw the line. But people don't seem to see things from my point of view.
And it sucks knowing that nothing much can be done as long as I still live off them.

Such sweet gestures don't go un-noticed. x)


Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this
I think Gwen Stefani looks sizzling hot in that music video. Those legs and that ass... *swoons*
Enough shit from yesternight. Need to have Plan B, C and D the next time I decide to do something similar. If there's still a next time.
I feel damn constipated; having tons of things half done and un done.
Bloody hell giving me some shitass headache man.

SOMEONE ATE MY B&J AGAIN!!!!!!!

Seriously man.. if the pint hasn't even been opened, ie the plastic wrapper is still attached, would you be so thick skinned as to open it and EAT OUT OF THE FUCKIN PINT????? WHEN YOUR SURNAME ISN'T SEE???
This was the last straw man.. I threw the pint into the dustbin with 3/4 ice cream left in a fit of anger.. and when I regained sanity, I fished the contaminated crap out again and added tons of salt into the already melted ice cream and re-freezed it.
I just thought of something else. Later on, I'm gonna go let my dog lick the ice cream and put it back into the fridge. I don't fuckin care if my 2nd sis eats it. The two scandalous couple can just perish together. Though I don't think dog saliva mixed with salt would cause them to die.
And I don't care if I just accumulated more bad karma. People who lack basic courtesy don't deserve my respect. And now that my folks are away, he's been PDA-ing in my presence, staying till 3 am "watching soccer". Their eyes are on each other.
1. Soccer fuckin sucks. SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS.
2. I bet they had sex on my bed when I return home late.
3. My sister has no right to gimme a lecture on pre-marital sex when she doesn't even do what she preaches. Fuck off bitch.
Yeah.. she was cohabitating with that fucker when she was studying in the ohsoprestigious University of Melbourne. Fuck off. I'm just waiting for the right time to break this news to my parents. Oh how it would break their heart.
Told you, don't mess with me. I have my means and ways to find out things and sometimes, I don't even hafta trouble myself cos I'm a news magnet.

I'm not making a huge fuss solely over the ice cream matter. This is accumulated angst. Ask anyone who has seen the fuckers. I swear it's hate/resentment/repulsion at first sight.
I don't even wanna come back for their wedding. Yes. I rather spend one more week down under than to congratulate them.

We survived. The distance mentioned in the previous post was an understatement. It took us almost 2 hours to get to our destination; asking for water from some house, stopping alot cos Beemer, the huge puppy, saw every bus stop as a pit stop. But it was fuckin fuckin fuckin fun. Fyi, the distance is like from Botanical Gardens to PS and back to Heeren. AND WE( debs, me and dogs)SURVIVED!!
All of us were too tired so we went to the pet shop and asked for a ride home for $25. So it was 2 girls, 2 big dogs squashed in the back of a taxi(driver was good friend of pet shop owner). Hahaha!!
Debs, iLu damn alot!!! Thanks for sticking with my insane idea of walking such a long distance but it was a damn good workout ya??

Bringing one labrador and one alsatian out for breakfast with us at Holland V. One is hyper active, the other is a weak freak. I wonder how Debbie and I are gonna survive the morning. We're walking there from our houses, which is not very far.. about the distance from botanical gardens to wheelock.
Who am I kidding man..
Mar, I bet taking your golden furs out isn't as troublesome as this right??

mama lemon says:
orange beemer
mama lemon says:
sounds like we are buying a car!
mama lemon says:
so indirectly it is a roadtrip
mama lemon says:
with 12 wheels

*Orange and Beemer are the dogs. Don't ask why the given names.