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Saturday, July 15, 2006

argh. second quick post within the next half an hour. that rice i bought downstairs that 24 hour stall, tasted yummy : D but ONE THING. the stupid woman.... she put a fucking big load of chilli on the fishcake. when i was eating THAT fishcake. i was crying already. damn bloody spicy hot. sambal's nice la, but this is too much already. like 3 full spoonfulls on one tiny piece of fishcake. insane.

now im just 3 small pieces of fishcake away from finishing the meal. i scraped off the excess chilli. i have a low tolerance level for anything spicy. one thing i forgot to mention in the earlier post. i've been FORCED to go to australia next month. and forced to skip school also. i remembered the last time my mom talked about it.. went like this.

mom: eh, do u want to go to australia?

me: can la. when? for holidays.

mom: no, next month.

me: eh? how can... i got school.

mom: your sister's graduation day la.

me: so what. i'd rather see pictures of it. and i cannot anyhow skip school.

mom: nvm, i will talk to ur lecturer about it.

me: I DOWAN TO GO.

mom: dont think i dunno ur plan. i know u want us to go to australia so can be alone here in singapore and make the house a jungle.

me: what plan? rubbish la. im still not going.

then. a few days back. my mom showed me some confirmation slip. it had my name on it, as well as my parents'. then i read further, it's to confirm the trip to australia. FUCK la. i wanna stay in SINGAPORE. if it was JAPAN then i wouldnt mind at all. plus i think it is gonna be damn boring going there, we're not staying there for long, probably 4 days only and see my bitch sister graduate. nvm la, on the other hand, i try to buy as many australian sweets and other good stuff the country has.

something pisses me off always when i enter my sister's room to use this computer. she has her luggage all over the floor, not just one giant bag, but TWO. i always kick the luggage accidentally and it's damn pain. feel like throwing the bags down 14 storeys. ok la. im damn tired. im off.
Purple Rose;
12:42 PM