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26th Aug '06, sat

Something's missing, but I don't know what. I tried to strike a conversation with her but she wasn't her usual difficult self. She's been sighing and just staring out into space. And she kept playing that sad song over and over again, so much so that I even hear it in my dreams. I think it's quite perplexing to know that something's wrong but you don't know how to make it better. It's like watching a movie, you're the viewer, the spectator and you can't do anything about it. And it just sickens me to have that feeling of impending doom.

So, im left wondering, if I ever were to hold out my hand, would you take it and never let go?

As I was blog surfing, stumbled upon some really great blogs, one guy, gay I guess, had written this in his blog..

'..I am the same as the grass in my yard. I can grow and fill in the empty spaces, but I will eventually die and be gone, and that is all. There is nothing else to my story..'

Wow, you should've read his entries, he sounds like a scholar. His thoughts are deep, philosophical, he questions your or if I may say so, his actions, thinking, emotions and stuff. Very deep, makes you question yourself. I think maybe all of us have the same sentiments as he does, just that we don't really dwell on it or we're just in denial. And he seems lonely. Aren't all of us lonely in one way or another? Yeah, some of us might try to disguise it but at the end of the day, we're just a bunch of lonely souls drifting aimlessly in this mad world. But wait, we're not really lonely. We have Him.I guess that's all that matters. As long as you have faith, you'll never be alone. But for those people who have no religion, those free thinkers and atheists, who or what do they turn to?
Science?

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Why?

So its come to this. After years of knowing you, its finally come to this. Im so used to seeing you walk in front of me, so used to seeing you and your shadow getting further away, that now, if you were to walk away, in a big crowd, i would've recognised you instantly. But i bet, if you were to walk towards me right now, i doubt i would know its you. Because all this while, one of the most vivid things that i remember about you, is how you look from the back. Your face seems all hazy now, like a dream. Yes, you are like a dream. And dreams will one day be forgotten. And you will forget me one day too, regardless of how insane i was, regardless of how i tried to stand out amongst everyone.

Isnt it sad? Is it love, infatuation or obsession? I guess i will never know.

H.O.T

24th August

I finally heard his voice..heeee..yep, I finally get to hear Mr Ako's voice again..ahh..so hot.. so cute, I might get to see him this week. Haha, if mum knows im gushing about him, she will definitely say im gatal.. Wahaha, who cares, at least I get to see him. So far, he's the only eye candy that comes here once in awhile, while the rest are all, old guys. What? Oh.. yes.. I like old guys but only if they are HANDSOME OLD GUYS. There's only unattractive old guys here. Now im suddenly reminded of mint choc chip ice cream..ahhh..yummy, just like Mr Ako.

MR AKO, I LUUURRRVVEE YOOOUUU!!!!! Ehehehe

Anyway, today's my youngest sister's birthday. So to Lela, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADIK!!! Wish you all the best for your studies, pray that your dreams and aspirations will come true and hopefully, you'll not be soo pekak. Have to get a large senduk (ladle) for you to dig your ears. I know you wont get to read this (hell, I wont want any family members or relatives to read this blog, explicit content, hah) but what the heck, I love you my smelly adik. Even though you can be defiant, annoying, irritating and kepo at times (I guess you got that from yours truly), you are still my baby sister who smells like watermelon, sometimes. Haha.

Anyway, watched SI yesterday. Managed to see Jon's performance just as I stepped into the house. Ahhh.. everytime I see him perform, I feel like..

1) hugging and kissing the TV
2) jumping up and down like a sicko
3) screaming out, 'JONATHAN, I LOOOOVVVEE YOOUUU BAYBEEH!!!!!'
4) Drooling.. hehe

Yep, he's THE SINGAPORE IDOL. Well, not yet but he will be. I bet Jon and Hady will be in the top 2. If the monkey or the flower is not voted off today, well.. it means the rest of our fellow country men have not digged their ears yet, again.

And yes, I watched the second last episode of Project Runway. Daniel Vosovic is soo hot. I just love tall guys with long noses, just like adrien brody.. wahaha, control your drool, Di. So, I totally understand what the designers felt like when Heidi and what's-his-name said that they have to design one more piece to wrap up their collection. Chloe was crying while Santino and Daniel looked like they were in outer space. God, its so much like ID, and architecture lah I guess. Just when you thought you were done, someone comes along and says to you 'hey, you gotta do one more thing'. It reminded me of the year 2 retail project. We (norain and I) didn't have enough sleep and was kind of peeved that we have to show the finishes in the model. So, submission day, both of us were super drained out and wanted to just send in the 3/4 completed model. Then someone comes along (Old dude lah, who else) and says, 'Hey, where are your windows? Can you guys do the windows, you still have enough time till the submission' And you know what I felt like doing? Dropping dead on the floor, shooting myself and jumping out of the window. After that, I went to the toilet to cry.. yeah, I know, cengeng seh.

But when you're really tired, that's all that you can do right? You wont even have the energy to wring the life out of the bearer of the 'good' news. And yeah, I cried a little yesterday too, cannot tahan all the non stop editing since last week.

Back to project runway, when they all went shopping for fabric, Santino looked like a walking zombie. Hehe, funny but that's true. It has happened to me and my friends. Anyway,it's a bummer that I already know who the winner is. Read it in the papers a few months back. Spoiler seh.. but I still cant wait to see the collection on the runway..

is this the end?

This was what she told me this morning....

'After angry glares and spiteful comments were exchanged, the eruption followed suit. Stunned into silence. Waiting. To prevent tears from being shed, ignorance was feigned. But didn’t anyone tell you that ignorance has a way of coming back to haunt you?'

So then i said, I never believed in happily ever afters. There's no such thing as a happy ending. There's no such thing as love. These things only exist in fairy tales.

aku da bosan...

Im bored...of life.. Why do we always miss those things which we used to be sick of,as in menyampah and bosan. Yup, im talking about school, poly life. I miss those days, the company, the projects that the lecturers keep shoving into our faces and of course, i miss lazing around, pretending we have nothing to do when our schedule is soo jam packed. I miss being a student and i know my mates miss it too.

We led such a carefree life, the only things we have to think about are our concepts, when to print and other small stuff. But when you're working, ITS REAL. This involves money and your reputation as a designer. I never thought it would be so lonely but here i am. All Alone. Designing is suppose to be fun. How many times do i have tell her that ITS SUPPOSE TO BE FUN!!!

Sometimes, when we're having one of our small talks, she'll ask me why i dont want to study abroad. Told her i cant afford it and she goes on sneering at me. ' You're not trying that's why. You're just plain lazy to go for something. What a weakling'. Well, i almost gave her a punch on the face if not for the fact that.... Hmm, maybe what she says is true but i cant jolly well drop everything i have and force my parents to go out and borrow a few thousand bucks from the bank right? That's just too selfish and self centered. I cant force them to sacrifice everything for me when i still have 3 sisters schooling.

Cant blame them for how things turned out now, since they dont have financial planning last time. My parents are not that well educated so i cant expect them to know what it feels like to dream of accomplishing something big in life. But sometimes, i do get pissed off with them. I mean, why do they get married without any plans for us all, for our future? Why have 4 children when you know its gonna get difficult in life later? Why?? I feel like i dont want to get married and have kids in the future. So much responsibilities. You have to think of the present and the future of not only yourself but your offsprings. You have to plan your finances and carry it out properly. Plus you have to be not that fucking rich but have a lot of money to have children. Its almost like an investment.

I seriously dont want to get married, have kids, stay at the same place forever, have a boring job, grow old and end up at a retirement home. That's just too boring. I want to travel, anywhere. I dont want to stay at one place forever. I want to meet new, interesting and different people. Doesnt matter if i dont fit in, i dont want to fit in, i just want to see, hear, learn new stuff and from there, i want to contribute to the society. Haiz... this is too much to ask for, yes i know im greedy. But i've never wanted anything so desperately before (well, if you discount the fact that i want to see/hug/kiss chester soo much), i seriously want this. Please God, i want this soo bad, i wont ask for anything else. Just make this dream come true.

'Pathetic'

Oh, shut up you bitch.

There goes the saviour..

Cant believe it. Mathilda is out of Singapore Idol. I think we singaporeans seriously need to dig. DIG OUR EARS and WASH OUR EYES!!! All of us know that a certain girl with a flower for a name and a performing monkey whose vocal range is worst than a real monkey seriously cant sing, YET, they're still in the competition. Whatsup with you people??!! I think for these 2 idols, all of their relatives, members hingus, member lepak bawah blok, member diapers, makcik, pakcik and even their ah kongs and ah mas help to sms for them. What the fark seh... haiz, i guess a comment from a senior citizen is true then, Singapore Idol is A FARCE!!!. But im still gonna watch it because of Jonathan. Sigh....so hot lah. And if he's out (CHOY, I DIDNT SAY THIS!!!), then i'll stop watching. Seriously lah, can singapore idol take you further than where you are right now? NOpe.

Anyway, there's the free movie screening at the padang tomorrow. But norain said she might not be able to go since it'll end late and she'll be sleeping over at her bro's house. Damn. And the rest have not confirmed either. I WANT to go but mum reminded me yesterday that a distant cousin's wedding is tomorrow. Well, not cousin actually,more like...aaa..ermm..dunolah, we're related somehow and that's really strange.

Why do i have to be dragged to all the wedding jemputan?? WHY ONLY ME??!! WHY?? And it really pisses me off when people start asking a lot of qns. Like 'Is this your daughter? (like duh, im practically clinging onto my mum's arm), 'Still schooling?',(i hate this qns soo much) and 'oh, where is so and so and how is she/he?' (hello, its not like so and so live together with us!How the hell do i know!!) And then they will start on the "oooh, 4 daughters, soo good, easy life lah for you, yada, yada, next year gonna be married right??" and at the last 5 or 6 words, the person will either wink at me or give me a cheeky smile. WTF.

Oh, did i forget to tell you about the worst part? What is it, you ask? The karaoke lah, what else. I really cannot tahan this part. You do know that they sometimes have the volumes high up, so loud that you cant even hear your mind thinking. And this usually happens when a lousy singer starts to sing. Everytime i want to start eating, someone will sing out of tune, really, really, out of tune, like lagu ke mane, dia ke mane kind of thing, and my appetite will be gone, poof, just like that. And i cant take all the staring and whispering behind your back thing everytime we enter the jemputan grounds. Hello, i dont know who you are and i dont owe you anything so stop staring, ogling and gossipping like we're superstars or something. Sheesh.. sickos.

Yawn... better continue on my dwg, still have the boards to do...haaaaaizzzz..........

Oh, out of the blue yesterday, she told me she might write a will, just in case she dies young. Well, here's another sicko for you.

again, and again and again..

Its been almost 3 whole weeks of non stop editing and coloring the same plans and elevs, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVERrrrrrrrrrrrr agggaaaaiiinnnn.....

well, you got what i mean.. not that im complaining but yar, im quite fed up of changing the whole damn thing over and over again. Its like a waking nightmare that i cant get out off. And when the whole thing's done (not anytime soon i suppose), im gonna jump up and down like a maniac and scream out ' ITS OVERRRRRR!!!!WOOOHOOOO!!'

Sometimes, the hole just gets bigger and i dont know how to fill it up. I keep on telling her that its not my fault but she said im just plain lazy. And she hates me a lot. She's so confident of herself and she cant stop talking. She insults me all day long and ever since i knew her, she never had complimented me on anything. Everything she said is laced with sarcasm and everything she does is out of spite. She says im always hindering her, that im the one who's always stopping her from moving on. And did i tell you that she always screams at me, for not speaking up or defending myself, that she always takes over the conversation everytime i start talking. And yes, how can i forget the countless times she goes on saying that she's ashamed of me, of how i've turned out to be. And how she always weeps at a corner, crying out that i'll never be anyone, or anything great. That i'll never make an impact in other people's lives. That i will forever be a ........

Haiz....... time for a change then since she says she's fed up of the same old thing. Ahhh, shut up lah...

walalalala

6I dont know what else to say. Woke up this morning to the most irritating thing ever. Some stupid asshole/bitch/c*bai who lives in the next block played the same arab dance music over and over again, very, very loudly, as if he/she/it/sonofabitch was having an orgy at his/her harem. Seriously, that sick animal must either be deaf or has no ears at all. Dont you have earphones or something, you sick bastard???

And yesterday, my sunday afternoon nap was cut short due to the new dish rack. Mum and dad bought a new, large dish rack. Mum says there's gonna be a lot more space next to the sink and blah, blah, blah, i cant remember what else she said. If you ask me, having that large hideous thing in the kitchen, next to the fridge only adds up to the whole lot of junk collection that we have at home. And yeah, it means more work (hooray, hooray, in a very unenthusiastic tone) for us since we'll definitely have to arrange the dishes and whatever. And its inevitable that we will get lazy and then the old man will start to nag and nag about housework not being done and him having to do all the dirty work in the house.

So in conclusion, i predict nasty arguments and bloodshed (due to unstoppable nagging) in the near future. There's nothing i can do about it though other than to pray that somehow the thing will break or ...

Anyway, back to me being woken up from my sunday nap. So, while trying very hard to fall into a deep sleep again, dad wokes me up, asking for help in the kitchen. I was this close to screaming out WHY ME???!!! but i was feeling soo very drowsy that i just got up and went to the kitchen. The racks were strewn all over the floor and mum was holding up the 'backbone' of the dish rack while dad was trying his best to fix it together. Both of them were pissed off, with the rack and with each other. If i wasnt sleepy yesterday, i would've laughed out loud at them. So i had to help dad fix the small racks to the back bone and they flipped it this way, flipped it that way and still the racks wont fit. When i took a step back to look at the big picture, i felt like crying. THEY HAD 2 LEFT SIDES FOR THE BACKBONE!!!!

Me: hey, you guys bought 2 left sides, that's why it doesnt fit. Why didnt you check before buying it? Go back and ask the uncle to change lah...

Dad: No, its correct, the reason why it looks like its 2 left side is because your mum flipped it the other way, yada,yada,yada..

Mum: We didnt check, the shopkeeper said everything's inside so we just took it, blah, blah.

To summarise the long story, i went to the toliet because it was ridiculous and senseless to fix a rack with 2 left sides. Mum and dad then tried one more time to magically fix the thing together and finally gave up. Then both of them went back to the shop only to come back empty handed cos that was the last piece. If i had followed them, i would have given the shopkeeper a piece of my mind, and it will be filled with all the profanities that you can think of.

So, the moral of the story is... Never wake up when your parents ask for help in the kitchen, pretend that you tidor mati, dont even move an inch, whatever you do, DONT WAKE UP!!!, unless the kitchen is on fire lah..hah.

lalala

Meeting up with norain later to pass her the fabric i bought for mum. Hope we have time to chill out in front of the hotel again. hope it wont rain cos if it does, then the chill out mood will be goen forever.

Was so tempted just now to step out of the house and kepo2 since a civil defence jeep or truck parked right in front of the office. But then i remembered that most CD guys are malay so i had to resist the temptation. Nanti if i went out to kepo, they might think that im out there to cuci mata or menggatal pulak. Wonder what happened. I guess someone's dog or cat got stuck on a tree or something. Dont know lah, i can only imagine what happened. Man, should have just kepo2 just now, i bet i'll still be wondering about this later when i go to sleep.

Ahh...crap, im late, well, norain just have to wait for me then..haha, serves her right for making me wait all the time. Klah, ciao..

tongue

Someone's been talking about me.
BADmouthing more like it. How do i know?
I've bit my tongue.
Twice.
And it sure hurts a lot when its at the same place!!!

So, stop insulting me behind my back lah. Say it straight to my face. Even if you dont like me, at least spare a thought for my tongue...

Sheesh...stupid badmouthers...

It feels like everything that I've planned has gone terribly wrong. There's just this sense of unease and sickening dread. And it was all due to the talk we had yesterday. My aunt reminded me of overseas studies and when I told her I will get there someday, it suddenly hit me. At the rate that im going right now, I might never even get to taste the Australian air and the university life that I had been dreaming of for the past 2 years. It used to consume my thoughts but now, im so caught up with trying to finish up the concept boards or looking for suitable finishes for lounge project that I have lost sight of everything else.

To tell you the truth, I don't want to be doing this, here, for the rest of my young life. Im only 20 for god's sake, I don't want to sit and do stuff that 30 year olds do when they get sick and tired of running around. I want to be out there, with people my age, learning new things and testing my creativity, not that I think im creative enough but it’s a change of atmosphere right? To be somewhere totally new, surrounded by people with different views on life and to be learning.

I don't care when everyone else keeps saying that it's a waste of time and money to be studying overseas. Hey, like what I said, im still young and its not wrong to make mistakes because that's the learning process.

Yes, work is cool because you get paid but right now, work is sooo not for me. From now on, I will not spend money like water, im going to start saving a lot more that what I've been saving and I will not forget the promise I made to my mum. I know it will be difficult but heck, im gonna get to RMIT even if I have to starve to get there. And yes, I have no qualms about leaving my family back here. Eh, its not as if im going to settle down overseas right? Singapore is still the best place to live in even though its boooorrrriiiinnngggg. Hah.

There's a beautiful full moon tonight but the clouds kept shrouding it. Here i am, walking among rows of private houses, wondering what these people were doing behind the concrete walls and venetian blinds. My shoulders felt like its been through 18 hours of serious pounding by invisible mallets and my mind's still groggy due to the sudden jolt back to reality. It was pure bliss, knowing that for awhile, i was free from the asphyxiating clutches of work and parental guidance.

But now, as i looked at the dark sky.... i felt like running into the forest and hiding there forever. Life wouldnt be so bad there...

7.15pm
7th August '06

what the fuck lahh

FUCK...

After editing the plan for the gazillionth time and finally getting the green light from Mama Yoda yesterday, i received an email from the secretary of K company. It was a sketched layout from her boss which was supposed to be given to us last week, on monday. Now, i have to redo the plan, AGAIN, and photoshop it, AGAIN.

Dont you think that i should go out, pick a random person on the street and just strangle him/her to death?

Dont you think that i should set fire to this house and watch it burn to a crisp?

Dont you think that i should just walk out, go home and sleep?

I think i should edit it now, before i die of suppressed anger and tension.

Those bloody fuckers should DIE!!!!!!!!!!

back from KL

Yay! Im back from KL and im in one piece. Haha to junxian who says KL is not safe for 2 small girls. Anyway, im soo freaking tired. My shoulders ache like hell, due to the heavy load that i carried back home..hehe

The trip was good..norain and i shopped like we've never shopped before and then we lost our bearings and almost gave up hope. Ok, im exaggerating here but we kind of got lost at BB plaza and sungei wang. We couldnt find the exit so farhana had to wait like, for 1/2 hour i think? The only glitch to the trip was the 1 hour traffic jam at johor when we were on our way back home. My god, i was so pissed off, not with the jam, but the people at home who kept calling and msging me. What the fuck right? If i said i was coming home, it means by hook or by crook i WILL COME HOME. Bengap mentega seh.

Far joined us in the evening, it was fun lah. Was like a slumber party. I loved the chicken rice that we ate for lunch on saturday. The fried sotong was soooo nice and the fried beansprouts were so fresh and juicy. Wahaha,my mouths watering right now..heee

I took the mrt for the first time and to tell you the truth, it was scary. Its not like the system in singapore where we have direct line and just change the lane to go to other stations. This one, when you change, you have to get out of the station and change at another station which was across the road. And the underground one... My god, i think norain knew that i was scared because it was cramped and people just kept pushing you in. Men just push your back in the train macam takde ape2. Like, HELLO, there's such a thing as mouth and words. Dont you know how to speak? And when the train moves to the left or right, you can really tersungkur if you dont hold on to something. I dont think i'll be taking the underground train again. But i'll take the monorail, its sooo cute....hehehe...

And then there's this malay lady, malay tau, she was so rude. Norain gave her 50 ringgit because we dont have small change and then you know what she said? ' Takde duit besar lagi ke?' ( No bigger notes ar?) And norain replied, 'Duit lagi besar blum kluar kan lagi'. And when we wanted to give her 10 ringgit, with a really irritating voice, like WE owe her something, she said 'Tak payahlah, dah tukar dah nie'. Norain was sooo pissed off she bahasekan the FAT lady by saying 'and this is what you call good service.' Haiz...we are malays, why the need to be so rude? if you dont like your job, then jangan kerje lagi. You're working at the info counter, you should be nice regardless of how tired you are because its YOUR DAMN JOB. Other than that, the people at the other info counters were really nice and friendly.

Oh yar, forgot to write about the incident at the singapore customs. The first one was when we were going into malaysia. This customs uncle kept looking at my photo and my face 5 to 6 times. Even when he was done scanning my passport, he took one long look at me and back at my picture. I looked at him with the What-do-you-want face. And when we were going back yesterday, the same thing happened. But this time, the young, chinese officer had something to say..

Officer: Ms Diana? This is you? Never change picture ar? ( all the while looking back and forth from my passport to me with an amused smile)

Me: Yar, old photo lah, was in secondary school.

Officer: Oh, now you're 20? Look so young and pretty..blah, blah

Me: Heeee (HUH? What do you want from me? Just check the thing and let me go lah!!)

And then after he finally did what he was supposed to do with my passport, he let me off with a smile. Whatever man.. Norain kept laughing over the incident, she could see and hear the conversation as she was behind the yellow line. I mean, what's so funny? The photo was taken ages ago, and its not like i was unrecognisable? And after i went off, the officer asked norain 'Your poly friend?' Haiz...maybe i should change photo if i dont want anymore unwanted stares and questions thrown my way...

Yay, there's like exactly 18 more hours (plus minus lah) to KL. Words cant express how excited i am to be 'work, parents, annoying sisters free' for the whole weekend. Its not so much of the shopping part. Really. Its the travelling together that's the most exciting. But my friends keep telling me to be careful. Now that's making me nervous. Yar, i know, its only us 2 girls but it cant be that bad right? Its not as though KL is infested with murderers or robbers right?

Well, i just hope everything turns out fine, because if it does, norain and i will be ready to conquer other unknown parts of malaysia...Muahahahahaha...That reminds me i have to change money later and i have to reset my hp alarm.. hopefully, my shoulders will stop aching if not it'll be hell for tomorrow's trip...

wow

Here i am again. Should tell my boss to cut the internet connection at the office. Im becoming addicted to it.

Since i was a bit bored just now, decided to check my friendster account. I know lah that friendster da basi but cant help it. Just wanted to see what's up. So i stumbled upon my secondary school friend's page. MY GOD! Black with pink background. Typical minah lah kan. Nope, nothing against minahs as long as they dont act jambu and all arrogant in front of me. Anyway, i saw that a lot of people still send out testimonials and they have loads, and i mean LOADS OF FRIENDS..beratus ratus seh.

That leads to my page. No new pictures (too lazy to put in), no more new friends (cant be bothered to search for them in friendster) and no new testimonials. Feels like im way out in bermuda or its like i dont exist at all. Sad but there's nothing i can do. Most of my mates are busy with their work (just like me) and like i said earlier on, friendster da basi, stale, tak boleh makan lagi.

In conclusion, i gotta stop surfing the net and finish up the proposal because its due next week, on national day lagi. Merepek siol.

war

I tried so hard not to blog today but i just cant help it. Its all because of the war between lebanon and israel. WHY? Why do you have to keep bombing all the innocent people? It doesnt make sense to justify your heinous acts by saying that you have warned the Lebanese to leave!!! Who the fuck warns someone before they bash up, rape or murder the person??? NO ONE!!! So what's the point in warning if you're still going to drop bombs on people who are running away? Its crap, man. Its all crap.

In the end, the issue here is not of killing muslims, or jews or whatever religion you are. In the end, it all adds up to REVENGE. Killing is NOT the solution to solving the problem. I just dont get it. Aren't the big countries doing anything to stop all this stupid bombings? What will it take for all those big dickheads to finally get out of their gold encrusted seats and start doing something??? Are they just going to sit and watch the world fall and crumble to pieces?

WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF BEING LEADERS IF YOU CANT STOP THE WAR?????

Yes, im so fucking pissed off. There's nothing we can do here but to wait for some big shot to do something. Sometimes, dont you just wish Batman or Superman exists? In the end, WE are a threat to ourselves, not the aliens (i DO think they exist), not the natural disaster such as tsunami and certainly not AIDS. Haiz..All i can do now is to say a prayer for all those innocent people..

beeee

Hmm..i cant help it. Im addicted to blogging. I just cant stop writing. This reminds me that i have to get a new notebook for work.

Anyway, this question has been haunting me since last week. It suddenly occured to me (well, actually it was a loooong time ago) that we are all voyeurs, in a different context lah. And we're exhibitionists too, some of us. Its soo much like Hitchcock's Rear Window. We're always looking out for things happening in other people's lives. Waiting for some thing bad or exciting. We just cant stop nosing our way into people's private lives. And we also love to show off. Be it our dress sense, the stuff we just bought and the way we blog. Are we really that bored? Have we got nothing better to do? Maybe its due to all these reality tv shows.

But the point is....hmm...i dont have a point actually.

FYI, we bought the tickets yesterday evening!!! Yay to us both. Couldnt get the one from grassland express because they dont have return tickets. Boleh pergi lepas tu tak payah balik. Nice. Then we walked around and asked other bus companies. We got the last 2 tickets. Syukur alhamdulillah. So now, there's exactly 3 more days to THE DAY that norain and i will be free from adult supervision, work and singapore. Wahahaha, like what norain said last night..

" I cant wait to lick the taste of freedom..."

Haha, disgusting right?