Counting down to the 25th...

Oh man, how I'm counting the days till 25th of June...

The end of my work at Geylang Polyclinic...

It's unbelievably fast tat 3 months juz swoosh! past lyktt... *tsk tsk*

And come to think of it, all the money I've earned was like, leaking from my account or sth...

GONE. WASTED. VANISHED. SPENT.

Yup yup yup.

All fully and nicely spent, with not a single cent to spare. It's back to square one, waaayyyy back.

(0_0")

I'm such a poor little girl right now...

Mummie scolded me for not saving, which made me realli pissed off.

"How to save when I hafta pay for my food, transport, leisure, and everything else?!?!"

"Then stop buying so many clothes and going out so often!!!"

*asthma attack*

So mummie wants her young daughter to be a freak who wears the same old clothes for every day of every week of every month, and an anti-social who coops at home and does nothing but mops ard the house.

Unbelievable. Utterly unbelievable.

My point is, why can't parents (or more correctly, MY parents!) understand the needs of their teens?

They kept talking abt last time, how they would hand over ALL their earnings to their parents for safekeeping and blah blah blah, and how they were so thrifty and everything...

And my usual comment to them was:

"Last time the policemen all wear shorts." And I mean shorts, not bermudas.

*TSK TSK TSK*

Generation gap.

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Juz read lester's blog, and found his recent entry damn amusing...

(i guess he has noticed my whining abt not updating enuff and has began to spend more time on his blog... good boy!)

Wah lau. If I were him whose hair PLUS ear (ouch!) were being cut by a stranger, I would surely scream and create a hell of a scene, and then think of ways to make them close shop.

C'mon!

Dun they, so-called hairstylists, know tat H-A-I-R, as in those hair growing on the head, is god damn important to a person's image, confidence, beauty and poise??? Once badly cut, it's a gone case. The person will have to live in shame until the hair all grow long enuf to look normal again.

Now how are they going to compensate for those intangible negative feelings after a diastrous haircut???

Lester, luckily you r a guy and enlisting soon... So I dun think xin xiang is tat impt to you... but in the first place, do you have any xin xiang to talk abt??? *winkz*

*hahahz*

Juz kidding lahz, dun get offended worz, leslie...

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Right, let's talk abt Father's Day tat juz passed last Sunday...

My dad wanted to go to the Seafood Paradise restaurant for dinner, and I was oh-so-excited abt it... I've been fantasizing abt its chilli crab and fried man tou from tat day we went until now...

So imagine my high-ness when we would be going again. (I even planned wad to wear and made a mental note to bring along my DC)

BUT guess wad.

We. Can't. Book. A. Table.

In other words, the restaurant was full and packed to the max.

*DEEP SIGHZ*

I was so sad can!

In the end we went to eat zi char near my hse, and even which was also fully packed.

We had to wait for almost an hour for our food to be served.

But to be fair, the dinner was great lahz... If you minus the ambience, setting, and flies... *roll eyes*

I'm a bit pai seh to mention this: my dad paid for the dinner...

*ha!*

Buay pai seh right, me and my bro.

The children are supposed to treat their father coz it's Happy Father's Day. But it's the other way ard for Neo family.

(Honestly, I thot my bro's gg to paid for it coz he brought along his LV wallet. And honestly, I was too upset abt not gg to tat restaurant tat I kinda forgotten abt the treat.)

*hehehz*

But there's always a next time, isnt it??

When I'm richer or carries a Gucci wallet.

God knows when tat time can come...

*tsk tsk*