Sunday, July 8
5:11 PM ♥

Hello, wello, bello.
School starts tomorrow. I can't wait. (:

I woke up at 3pm feeling like I have a dead rat in my mouth and I actually typed 'dear' instead of 'dead'. I spent half the night having awful clichéd dreams about being chased by a deranged psychopath and generally pulling every muscle I have and getting a headache. Sleep is meant to be peaceful.

My luck was down to the pits the past week. Despite giving up seats to senior citizens and pointing out open flys, my bank of good karma is still not good enough to secure me a good spot in Lady Luck's book. I woke up an hour early for work twice (AHHH! Precious sleep!) and stepped on dog turd on my way home on the 5th. Then, I spilled half a bottle of nail polish remover on my crotch that very night. I could've started a bush fire, pun intended. Things started looking up on the morning of the 6th. I queued for donuts and met Lisa in the queue and spent 2½ hours catching up before we got our donuts. Mind you, 2½ is a relatively short wait compared to the 3 - 4½ hours wait I endured the past 3 times and at that, we're still talking about donuts.

Thereafter, we went to Cartel for lunch and a 'has-been' love rival had to serve me. Ha. I suspect she recognizes me, what with the dagger stares and bad service, but I can't be too sure. For the rest of the day, I spent more than I'm supposed to and I haven't paid rent and phonebill! And to ensure my good luck stays, I donated blood. In doing so, I saved the trees too cos I get letters of reminders to donate like what, every week? The blood bank is literally after my blood.

And yesterday was Margaret's wedding. T'was good, no formal sit-down dinner, just lots of booze, good food, good-looking people and even more sarong-party girls at Oosters. I'm saying that because that combination sounds good but I'm really, actually lying about the food.

Food. Nic bought me fresh prawns to cook with Tom Yum. I missed my lunch and looky, it's almost time for dinner. And and and...she bought me a Spongebob lanyard card holder and...document holder too! (?) What do you call those file like carriers with zip?

My stomach's rumbling, I'll leave you with this.

(Men are creative pigs.)

I remember how I cried when my friends teased me because I was the first to wear training bra in class. Now I think back, it's really funny and I shouldn't be the one crying.

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