Springbonjo

- Tears wouldn’t be enough, but Paula Deanda songs help; What would It Take and Doing Too Much

- Weariness and exhaustion plague me

- Insomnia engulfs me

- Incessant nagging by my mother. All of a sudden she’s Hitler- GO TO SLEEP! DON’T BLAME YOUR FREN IF YOU CANT WAKE UP!

FUCK OFF SINCE WHEN I BLAME MY FRIEND? HOW THE FUCK TO ANSWER WHEN IM IN ANOTHER FUCKING ROOM! PISS OFF! CHEEBYE!
May I add in she gives me free rein of my life, so I get mad when she decides to control me as and when she likes. WTF.

- Back hurts

- The feelings of being sidelined- instead of centre stage.

So my national day was spent with my girls; a really cute pharmacist in town whilst waiting for Portia and I decided to pop in to Guardian’s and consulted him on my foot. This led to comments I am desperate. I am not desperate- but very.

The wait for our steamboat was terrible- I paid $12 for fries and fried rice- Please smack me with the greasy aluminium foil for being stupid when I can just do a disappearing act when the wait staff collected money. Vegetarianism is starting to irate me.

The crowd is a piss off-

My eyes hurt- and I have shit loads of homework. Sigh. But the fireworks were too brief, I was too tired to say much.

I hope things get better,

I’ve heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go
- Here without you, 3 doors down.

Oh yeah, speaking this song, saw the Singapore Idols in a topless bus in town, Paul Twohill was yelling and waving his hands to us mere mortals- kinda made my day. No I’m not an SI fan.