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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
but when the rhapsody plays; it takes my breath away

Went to Marina Square last night for dinner at Billy Bombers with Cong and Ah Pear. Then went to Prize Stage again.

I've grown a liking towards those UFO claw catcher machines. It's not about me playing the game. It's more of the amusement derived from watching Weicong and Pearwee get hopping mad, curse and swear when they fail to win.

My Cinnamoroll!:

Thanks Congy!

Dad's flying off this Saturday (or Sunday?) to Melbourne with Ong Kou (a good friend of his with a fucked up nickname) to visit my elder brother and view the apartments there. Mr Paranoid-Tight-Assed will be gone for a few days! I have a couple of days off from his routine deranged, anxiety-attacked-stricken talking and lecturings! Whoohoo!

But sadly, this does not mean more freedom for me. Quite on the contrary. I think I would have to return home earlier than usual because I don't have that kind of money to keep taking a taxi and nobody would be willing to come to fetch me home late at night. That means you, mother.

However, in all fairness, everyday my mother wakes at 6am, goes to work then comes back home, have her daily gym exercise, cleans our whole 4-storey terrace herself til it shines, cook our meals, other household chores, yaks her mouth off to the nearest ear available..., etc. It's no shocker she falls right into bed around 10pm.

And I won't be able to go out on consecutive days since I have to take care of my 2 doggies' meals.

I can't stay out too late also because my dogs would have no one to sleep with. Knowing them, if me or my father isn't there they would sit sadly at the glass door and wait til either one of us comes back, and they would go on a hunger strike too, everytime my family go overseas for a holiday we would send them over to a relative's house to have them babysat but they would refuse to eat until we come back. It's always so heart-wrenching for me to notice their massive weight-loss when we arrive back from our trip. When I came back last year from I-forgot-where, I made a resolution to not go overseas anymore unless they are under my father's care.

The rest of my family, excluding my dad and I, are cold blooded creatures and don't give a shit toward animals.

Early nights, fresh meals and bedtimes. God, I'm turning into a Mum.

3:32:00 AM


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