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NAPP: Goodbye cruel world.

*stress*

Have not started working yet and am already stressed. Not good. Not good at all.

And yes, the whole point of this post was to state that I start working tomorrow (or today, it’s already past 12 midnight).

And since you already know now, this post ends here.

P.S : Donny, you’d better take care of my ‘baby’ or I WILL KILL YOU. And I mean it =)

NAPP: writing for the sake of writing

 

and ranting for the sake of ranting.Mummy’s bday dinner was fun. Good Thai food, even better service and amazingly, it all came at an affordable price too. Went to Bakerzin with the penguinboyfriend to choose the cake, and I saw Black Forest cake (but my mum likes anything with coffee in it)!! Wanted to get that but he was like “are you buying it for your mother or for yourself ar?” while giving me a totally WTF look, so I took the Sumatra coffee cake lor.

Pictures will probably be up soon, but they will be under Protected Posts, as soon as I clear out my ‘baby’s memory card. Did I mention that since I’ve been back I’ve bought a lens protector (Hoya!), a display screen protector, and just 2 days ago I got a remote (aka shutter-release) control, so now cam-whoring with my ‘baby’ is easy, no more fiddling around with the self-timer on my Nikon.In case you haven’t been reading my other blog recently, well, I have been employed and am due to join the bloody rat race in 5 days time. IDREADDOTCOM.

Sure, it is a great place to work in, but I always wanted to be a tai-tai, wtf, but oh so true. Sadly, no rich lao ah pek wants to marry me *sobs*, but I think surely got at least ONE lao ah pek with no money who wants to marry me kua? *innocent look polishes halo spreads angel wings*

As the saying on small fart’s t-shirt says “FCUK IT”

Gotta make the best out of life right?

P.S: Small fart challenged the penguinboyfriend to a Counterstrike duel the other day. He told him “If you lose, you can never see my sister again.” -_____-“” Since when did I become the stakes for this, wtf man.

P.P.S: Here’s a totally unrelated photo to anything which I ranted about above.

NAPP : aROMAtherapy..

Some pictures of Rome (think Trevi Fountain/Colleseum/Arch of Constantine) are up in my OTHER BLOG. Go see!

xoxo

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NAPP : Living in the City of Bristol.

Finally met up with Joyce (I’m staying with her-leh!) after about a year of her being here.

Anyway, it’s quite nice here, somewhat like Sheffield (but a lot bigger!!) and the people here are quite okay as well. I thought Embrace was huge, what with it having 5 rooms and all, but apparently Ocenia (another club) has around 7/8 rooms! OMFG, I MUST GO!! and Gala (the casino) here is HUGE. Gosh.

Anyway, most of the friends are touring Europe right now, and we will be going to Rome soon. Yeah! in Joyce’s words “HELLO HAWT ITALIAN MEN!”

Lol.

Blogging from a cafe near her place right now. Kinda hungry though, so should go grocery shopping in a bit. My mum asked me to stay here for as long as I wish? But for those of you reading this, well, here’s a hint when I will be back. I will be back in time for my mum’s 40th 50th Birthday. Heh. Uploaded some photos on my other blog and my Friendster account. Go see-lar..

NAPP : Stop the Mofo from singing!/A very shitty thought.

Since the walls are very thin here (think bed squeaking when the person next to your room is getting some loving!), I can actually hear someone, whom I shall now christian as “Mofo” shouting some chinese song out at the top of his lungs in another flat’s kitchen. WTF?

And all I just want to do now is to drink my tea with laxative-properties (8 hours is all it takes.Really!), but I worry that halfway through my exam I will keep farting and running to the bathroom, only to find out that in the sheer excitement of the situation (I need to go shit NOW! and I can’t do it in front of everyone), I realise AFTER I am in the cold porcelain clutches of the toilet bowl that I did not wait for the invigilator to walk me out which meant that I just failed the whole damn paper.

Okay, what a horrible random trail of over imagination. Exams are really getting to my head and fucking with my mind.