Mom said, "$29.90? Good good. Very cheap, go and buy."

I'm pretty sure that everyone wished that their parents would be like my mom now.

I can be a materialistic bitch.
I am pampered and spoilt.
I am generally demanding.
I fucking don't care if I'm like that.
But why am I a sucker when it comes to love?

Bleah! I feel disgusted right now. I don't know why either.


I'm fucking sick of the major cold war between my parents. Nono, it's not a war. I don't know what it is. My parents are not in a war, it's already like a ceasefire. But somehow someone might just step on a land mine and everything would blow up, it's just not knowing when.

Dad asks if we would want to go Japan over the holidays. My mum said something over dinner, like, "My office is understaffed in the month of june, I don't think I can go."
LIKE DUH. You can't go because you don't wish to go. Such a liar. It's no wonder I keep lying like it's the only right thing to do.

With dad working in China, coming back once every 6 months for about just 2 weeks, sms-ing only me like once a fortnight, how great. He focuses on his work and rakes in thousands a month.
It's a good thing right? I know. Hence, I don't have to see my dad for half a year and I get a higher than average standard of living than others. People know me as a materialistic bitch who believes that money can make the world go round.







I'm just wallowing self-pity because I'm pissed. Let me be.

I realise, we haven't taken much pictures together.
Really, we should.

Karl Marx is actually a sociologist. He is the one behind Adolf Hitler's vision of Communism.

Sons and daughters of mother fucking bitches.

The money coming from tutoring young kids is just not worth a single shit alright. These devils have an attention span shorter that a single freaking ant. Furthermore, each and every one of them is an attention-crazy seeker. You tell them to sit, they sit. In no more than five short minutes, they are standing and kneeling on the chairs again. Imagine yourself in that pathetic situation and you will know how many fucking times I had to say it.

There's this kid who keeps telling me "I don't know". In fact, all of them tells me the same damn thing every week. There's another kid. I have no fucking idea what her fucking problem is.
Me: Sit down, stop making noise and do your work. If I see you not doing your work again, I am going to make you stay till you finish. You understand me?
Girl: *STARES*
Me: Understand?!?!
Girl: *STARES*
WTFWTFWTFWTF!?!?!?!!?!? Don't kids know that when they are being asked a question, they should at least give a bloody answer. I DON'T EVEN GET A NOD OR A SHAKE OF A TINY HEAD. FUCK! I had instruct her to stop staring at me and continue with her work. Here's the best part, after the words I said, she stopped staring at me. BUT SHE CONTINUED TO STARE AT THE MOTHERFUCKING PAPER!!!

Oh god, oh god! I don't think I can survive this torture every week.


If I can't be like China, maybe I can sell them to China. Or Africa, or India would do.

SO ANNOYED WITH MYSELF! Was talking about what we could do after school and was given some ideas. Better than having nothing to do at all, I thought I would be doing the suggested ideas after school. Thanks to my stupid assumptions, I realised that the suggestions were not really what I thought to be.
Stupid stupid assumptions. I got pissed with myself.
Sorry.
Thank goodness I had other plans as well.


I HAD FROLICK!!! YAY-NESS! I was in an usually good mood, as Ryan Gayan mentioned, I walked all the way from my end of the school to his end to meet him in the evening. Me being in a good mood made Ryan Gayan keep his guard up. Patiently, I waited for him to finish his game without complaints. How surprising right? I know it is :D
Oh! An even more surprising thing is that Ryan Gayan actually didn't know what frolick was.
Okay, I'm done torturing Ryan. Oh, Gayan, I meant. HAHAHAHAHAHA

I'm such a bitch who gains happiness from the torture of others.
But anyway, I'm happy because I had frolick! :D




grr... you did not remind me to keep the hair dryer.

Being materialistic and being practical is not exactly two of the same thing, right?


Happen to be talking about that with boyf today. He thinks that I'm materialistic and when I corrected him, he claims that both are the same.
I mean, being materialistic is all about money, money and more money. On the other hand, being practical is, well, being practical. Tell me if I'm wrong.

Oh damn, I just realised I or we, because I'm sure everybody is like me, that term test is like coming up and projects are almost due. This is so fucked up, hate it when it's like that.

I'M FINALLY 18 AND LEGAL!

My birthday is definitely worth blogging. Let me say this: I want to thank everyone who wished me. I really appreciated it and what you all did for me. As for my classmates, I was surprised you all didn't do anything to me. Actually, I'm very relieved :D I don't need a birthday celebration from you people, really. It's the thought that counts, my dears.

Back to yesterday, I had fun, totally, thoroughly, completely blah blah blah. Spent the afternoon with the company of my white black knight. Because of me, his plans were ruined completely and the surprise he planned couldn't be carried out. When he finally told me what his surprise was, I just couldn't help laughing at his failure. However, I still appreciate it darling. After telling me, boyf couldn't stop complaining about how it was an epic failure and how disappointed he was with himself. Well, I kinda enjoyed it though, because it was usually me who would be the one complaining. Oh! And his mummy gave me an angbao too! I stayed till around evening time before leaving to meet my secondary school friends.

We were supposed to meet at 7. Me and Tiffy only arrived at 7.30, LATE, as usual. We took a public bus full of bangla-s and foreign workers and somehow, the bus driver seems to have barely passed his driver's liscence, which resulted in a very jerky bus ride. In turn, causing a guy to rudely fall on me without apologizing. That son of a bitch. Anyway, the night scene at marina barrage was gorgeous! We could see the lights from the city and the IR and the Singapore Flyer from the top floor. There were also many people flying kites lighted with blinking LEDs. It was very windy too. To add on, there was a full moon which made the sky look even more beautiful. What we did was to basically, take pictures, eat, chat and enjoy the view.
GREAT VIEW + GREAT COMPANY = FUCKING FANTASTIC TIME!
I really enjoyed it!





It's still not too late for my sunflower ngah! :D

my burp smells of frolick with fruity pebbles.