Thursday, August 28, 2008 @ 8:54 PM


HA HA HA ONCE AGAIN. If I were that guy on the train, I would be crying by now ha ha.

Anyhoo, school's out. Last exam paper I sat for was sooo horrible, I know without a doubt I failed it. It's like when I took the A Math paper at the end of Sec 3 and the moment I left the hall, I knew I failed the paper. It was that easy to fail.

Impromptu session at Macs and off to Kim's place with Dana and Farhanah. OHMGEEEEE, Kim's place is to die for. Like, without a doubt the most fab condo I've seen. It would fit like a T in GG, that's for sure. Passed time beng afraid of her fat cats while the others petted them, then to the clubhouse for a few rounds of Game of Life and Taboo. It feels good to indulge in a little old-school fun once in a while. I know that won't be the last time I'll be there, that's for sure.

A bout of interviews today, with Farhanah, Afiqah & Kim. Well, we only went for one but it seems plentiful, really. The interviewer was quite bitchy, but nothing I couldn't handle. Just my most flashing coy-smile and intensive nodding of my head like as if she's Queen, took care of that. Grr, now to wait for the call. Taking note of my track record with interviews, I can safely say I have no confidence with actually getting a job so I shall stop right now before I go into the sob story- that is my interviewing track record.

Right, lunch at The Hut :D HA HA HA the maitre'd was speaking weirdly. I think I might have missed out on the part that she is very Table Tennis genre- China nationals.

"Soup of the day is Chilli soup."
"Huh, whaaat?"
"Soup of the day is Chilli soup."
"Huh, chilli soup?"
"No, no! Chickennnn."
"Ohhh, right!"

HA HA HA that was weird. I've never heard of Chilli soup lol. Played Taboo during our meal and the place was freezing cold.

Me thinks it might have been the fact that we were sitting under the air-conditioning vent.

Maybe....

I actually kinda miss my mum. Yes, she's still alive and kicking. But the cold treatment is getting annoying. And, it always happens every year nearing my birthday. Don't get me wrong, I love the whole "freedom" thing that comes with this treatment, whereby you don't ask me much when I say I'm going out. But I know my limits enough that even if I do go out, I come back by 7 ish. Grr, why the fuck am I so nice? All I want is to get back to old times where I can bitch to you about my day, annoying friends and all the random stuff. Is that too much to ask for?