Disappointment and all that Jazz.

I just received a letter from IE Singapore. Apparently the interview that I thought went so well didn't after all and I did not get the call back for the second interview. What did I do wrong? Where am I not good enough? I can't help but feel disappointed because I really thought the interview went well especially when I was pleasantly suprise I got through to the first interview. I just wanna feel that Im good enough for something. Because currently, I don't really feel that I am good enough.

Nonetheless, I guess I just have to brace myself for tomorrow's interview.

Will that perfect job come? Is there even a perfect job? Why do I feel so lousy about myself?

Disappointment. Sucks.

Jokes.

Here's a coupla jokes I heard over the weekend which I told was funny;

1. 两个白色的小东西。猜一个动物。
Ans: 小白兔。 小白-TWO.

2。两个白色的东西。猜一个国家。
Ans: Dubai (Two Bai)

3. 和尚梳头发。 猜一个国家。
Ans: Scotland. 苏格兰。（Shu-Ge-Lan...Hokkien)

Classic joke.

Yesterday after dinner, dad decided to bring us for a drive to see this magificent house that is around the vicinity of ours . Now, this house is amazing, its sitting on 2 plots of land and it looks like banyan tree. So after much 'wowing', we drove off and was approaching a road called 'lynnhurst'. Someone then decided to be smart and told dad to turn right on Lynnhurst road where there is a house that is nice then added 'now I SHOW YOU where a nice house'. First injury, dad din turn into Lynnhurst and completely ignore the instructions. Then to add insult to injury, dad commented 'Nahhh Lah. Where got nice the house?'. I was at the backseat and I couldn't stop laughing.

ROASTED.

Damnit! I typed a whole lotta stuff yesterday and it didn't publish!!!!! I now have to do everything again.

I am roasted. Just like a suckling pig. Yesterday, I went suntanning with my sister and Sheena at Tanjong Beach. It was all good until about few hours later I could feel my legs burning and I was looking for shade. The other 2 crazies was still sitting under the sun directly. But I am burnt. My right leg especially. Even bending my knees feels kinda funky.

Hmm,....about funky. Blackies is banning my for saying funky cos he says he doesnt know what it means. I have been saying that often I admit. The soup taste funky. I am having a funky sensation on my knees. The drink has a funky aftertaste. And when I tried to explain what funky is to him. I only managed to say 'its like.....funky lo'. No help. I know.

My poppy (daddy) turned 56 yesterday. We all went out for seafood. Echiing and I already looked like 2 lobsters. Jumbo seafood at indoor stadium. We had wanted to go to our favourite Eng Seng, well, we called in to order crabs but we forgot you can order crabs but you still need to queue for seats and man there was this gignormous queue. So anyway, the seafood was as fresh as our burns but the portions were pretty sad.

My week went surprisingly fast.

Saturday, Blacks and I got into this horrible fight which i can't even remember how it transpire to become so huge. But nonetheless it did and I walked away so I could give him some personal space. Which I did literally, walk away. From Orchard to Plaza Sing to Bugis to Lavendar to Kallang down Mountbatten Road to Old Airport Road and Crescent Road to home. 2 hours plus it took me. The walk made 2 big blisters on my foot but it cleared my head and made me so tired that I couldn't think of anything else. Im glad we are over that.

Sunday was much better, we went off to see his father who is in the hospital for high fever, low BP and internal infection. His colour returned to his face and he even chatted. We then had dinner before returning home, regretful that we spoilt our own Saturday.

Monday and Tuesday I was the designated driver for Blacks who needed me to send him and fetch him to and from work because of his work schedule. It was a little tiring but I enjoyed the company.

Wednesay I met up with my gal, Dreyno for the day. We spent the entire day at queenways looking for formal yet funky, black yet not dullish black and reasonable priced shoes. Of course, we didnt managed to find one that fitted all 3 criteria. So then we trottled off to Ikea who was having sale. She saw a shelf she wanted to buy so we approached the sales guy when we couldnt find it. He asked if we wanted delivery. I drove that day so we shook our heads and said no need cos we drove. The yound sales person ask if we were driving a van. I said no, a car. And he politely reminded me that it wouldn't fit because the shelf is 2 m in height. I then also politely reminded him that my backseats can be folded down. He shooked his head and told me it still wouldnt fit but we can try if we want and if it really dosnt fit, just bring it back up and get a refund. We laughed and went off to collect the shelf. While waiting I saw another shelving unit that was 1.71m, I looked at that and then audrey and told her 'babe, I don't think it will fit'. We both started laughing at our own stupidity. Of course, we didn't end up picking the shelf. Backseats can fold down. Yeah right. So what?

My Dog. The Bee Killer

I wonder if its retribution

I think I just got my retribution for 'molesting' that girl on Sunday. God has decided to punish me. In the most painful of all fashion. I was 'blessed' with urinary tract infection or peeing glass. That is went you have this insatiable urge to pee every 10 seconds and everytime u do, its only a few drops and it feels like u are peeing glass because of all the pain. In severe cases like mine this time, there is immense amount of blood in your pee. I got a shock and almost thought I had cancer. And then I went online to read UTI again and this time I read that it can affect the kidneys! I AM NOT GONNA BE HOOKED UP TO A DIALYSIS MACHINE.

Rushed to the doctor who was shock at the blood in my pee. Give me the reasons for UTI and ways to prevent it. Then decide to give me a strong dose of antibotics. Advice: Drink more water, just pee, wipe properly and no sex. NO SEX?!?!?! Haaaa....oh well, I am having my fair share of orgasm now with the painful peeing. Its painful, sending shivers down my spine, tingling sensation everywhere. Its like orgasm isn't it? Oh well.....heh

Forgive me for I have sinned.

Forgive me for I have sinned

Oh Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
I grabbed someone else's ass by mistake this evenin'.
War of the Worlds was what we watch tonight
It didn't meet my expectations and it didn't seem right.
But then the movie was over and we left the cinema
As I was walking out I got distracted and was in a dilemma
For the ass I was grabbing wore something else
And when I turn it was really someone else!
I grabbed a woman's ass by mistake
I think she felt offended and muttered 'for goodness sake'
And she frowned at her boyfriend as I blushed and looked for blacks
Who stood just behind them and was giggling sacks
I almost died with embarassment and was made worse
When the woman and her boyfriend shared the same lift with us!

Dear Child, hail Mary Mother of God. I release you from your sin.
And to him, you shall be forgiven.
And I hope this incident will be ever forgotten.

by the sinner herself, ecky poo-chan

You're no smarter than a kopi kiah*

Last weekend I visted my dad at the nursing home with eck as part of ur weekend "routine". We chatted a bit that day and I can't really remember what the conversation transpired from but it ended with him asking me if I know how to make a cuppa coffee. Naturally I said no (unless its the 3-in-1 kind...). He then replied,"then you are no smarter than a kopi kiah*!"

I thought that was quite a powerful message. Yeah, Ihave a B. Engg degree. So what? I may have found a little success and satisfaction in certain aspects of my life so far. But still, so what?? I do not know EVERYTHING in the world.

Ask! if you do not know. More so for me due to my profession. As a leader in the Army, men and subordinate will look up to us. Leaders, seemingly has all the answers to all of the worlds biggest problems. Leaders of men are always perceived to know EVERYTHING. But do we?? We dont know everything, so please ask. Theres nothing embarassing about saying "I do know". Whats more embarassing is not to make an attempt to find out.

Remember I always end with a quote? well here goes...
"Ask once, you will be the fool once. Ask none, and you will be the fool, always"

Insomnia

Had one of those nights where I laid in bed and couldn't sleep because I had like a million random ideas coming towars me. Business ideas, general ideas...everything and anything that can come to mind came. I laid there and watched black black sleep so soundly I was almost jealous. He seems to be able to fall asleep instantly all the time. I need to find work.....exhaust me a little.

I have been on a week of wanting to lose weight. I wanna go to slimming centres, eat dieiting pillings and the latest one I heard is massaging the fats away. I wonder which will work better? Also, thought about detoxing next week....hmmm....lets think about it....

Forgot something

Forgot something I wanted to type yesterday...

Congratulations Mark. You're alright.

L.O.V.E

'Love and marriage, love and marriage

They go together like a horse and carriage

This I tell you brother

You can't have one without the other'

Love and Marriage, Frank Sinatra, 1955

Somehow this song pop into my head when someone told me this week that she was getting married. Imagine this, they were on this romantic spa holiday. He planned this surprise for her for her birthday, probably knowing full well that he was gonna pop the question. The guy battled with the urgency to pop the question the whole holiday. Thinking and re-thinking how was the most perfect way to ask. Anxious for her to say 'OH YES!!!' yet worried that she might reject him. The day finally came to ask, the moments tick by as he hold her hand. Words are something that suddenly seem so foreign. Fear settled in. 'Oh heck', he thought.

'Will you marry me?', a breath of relieve as he asked. Short, sweet, traditional. Simple. Thats how she likes it.

The seconds tick by again as she took in the moment. How did he plan this? How come I never found out? What should I say? How should I phase it? Oh...of course! I know!

'Why not?'. Thats her answer.

THATS HER ANSWER!?!?!?!?!?! Well. Im not too sure if the guy was taken aback but her aloofness. Sure I'll be over moon just because she had agreed but WHY NOT? What happened to tears welling up the eyes, you fan ur hands just trying to keep the tears from rolling. You becomes breathless and when you finally caught your breath, you let out a loud but airy 'YEEEESSS'. Imaginery fireworks then brighten the sky that is above both of you and he comes hug you, tighter and more loving than ever. Then he cups his hands on your cheeks, his tears well up because of all the emotions, but he kisses you. Passionately. Its the most memorable kiss ever. Most passionate. Longest. Perfect.

Why not?

Have I changed?

Now, this is a question posed to people closed to me. Especially my sisters, Jess, Audrey and Huru. Have I changed? Physically? Mentally? In some ways I hope so (especially my boobs getting bigger). I look at some of the pictures taking in secondary school and I can't believe I look that way and wore the most unfashionable clothes.

Baggy jeans that does no flattering to my ass.
T-shirts with prints that has no meaning whatsoever
Shoes that just doesn't go with anything.

But then again, I still have very little shoes now because of the lack of cash. But what was I thinking!!!! What were WE thinking when we cut that funny hairdo just to do something out of the ordinary, bought those clothes some outta impluse, and actually wearing them out? Sure it was fashionable in those days, but we should have known better. Its really trial and error huh?

Fashion for me hasnt come quite a long way...Im still quite the plain colours jeans and t-shirt kinda gal. But I must admit that I have been intrigued and interested in bolder designs. When I do have money, I am going WILD.

Ill leave now then....and wait for another 5-6 years where I look at my photos now and again wonder what possess me to wear what I wore.

Sonic the Hedge-Head!

Guess who is that?? From the 'fantastic model-like' figure, and the professional stance, of course its me lah! Finish yet again 1 more show, Communicasia 2005. Made some new accquintances, strengthed some friendships and most of all, had plenty of fun while doing all that! Plus, I found the phone for me but Im sure its gonna cost a nuclear bomb. I know the term is 'cost a bomb' but with all the bombings and sucide bombers nowadays, it seems pretty cheap to make a bomb. Now its the nuclears that are expensive.

Here, then would like to say a big thank you to Debbie and Shireen for the opportunity. And Mr Ahmed for making me days at Communic all the more interesting. BETRAYAL! DIVORCE.

Haha personal joke.

Some Serious Thoughts

I just wanna input a little of my thoughts before I again busy myself with another project. Im helping my friend Shireen at the Panasonic booth in Communicasia 2005 and would firstly like to thank her for giving me the opportunity. Not only that I need the money, I really like doing operational work. Quite fun.

This whole of last week has been one of many concerns. But my greatest concern is over someone who is so dear to me that I wanna protect the person in every means possible. Someone a little more senior than me but going through some rough times and I hope the person comes out a stronger person. The person has always been a fighter, a survivor but I feel the responsibility to protect. I am however a little disappointed that from the begining of problems, I wasn't the first person he/she came to for help. I admit, I might not have been available for her, too caught up with my own life. But he/she should know that no matter what happens, I will drop everything and listen. But I guess, the choice of who he/she wants to talk to is his/hers. Along the same lines, I want only the best for him/her and I can't help but feel that the path he/she is treading upon now is not the most ideal. Emotional support is great and love really don't keep people alive. I wish for someone to be able to take care of you, emotional as well as financially. I just don't want him/her at the end of the day turn around and think 'yes, it might have been a great one. But where do I go from here?' as the numbers that represent his/her age is not decreasing. With that, I am a little mad at a friend who is relentless. Though I have never doubted my friend genunity in the situation, I am a little aggitated by the forefrontness. Does my friend not see the secrecy of the situation and that it has been raising questions? Besides, its really pissing me off because it seems like a betrayal to what has been claimed 'not and won't happen'. Should be MYOB-ing? Am I thinking too much? I just want to help.

Finances has been on my mind lately as well. With my finishing of the contract at my company. I have no income and as everyone knows job hunting is not easy. I hope money comes in soon. I really wanna help Blacks in some way or another.

Oh well, there is some light at the end of the tunnel. It filled my heart with so much joy seeing my dear friend iGeek's face lit up when the phone rang. That was when a certain person was in town visiting. Although again I hear the claims of 'no its not and it won't happen', I reminded her to keep her doors open. You might never know what fate has in store for you. Besides, I told her with Blacks, I also thought 'no he doesn't like me lah!'. Look at us now. INSEPERABLE.

To my dearest Jessie, so great to finally have a chat with you online the other day. Can't wait for you to come back in August and I promise a wild wild time. It would be like before. BUT BIGGER BETTER AND WILDER. Although we now need to sit and rest every 15 mins when we go shopping, it will still be BIGGER BETTER AND WILDER. We'll figure something out. *winks*

And lastly, to my DA JIE. Miss talking to you and hope you can make a trip back to home sometime in the near future. REMEMBER TO RENT YOUR PLACE TO YOU KNOW WHAT.

I hope noone is offended with what is on my blog. There are somethings that I really wanna say but I am a little confrontation avoidance.

Apologies.

Can you spot the NOT?

What is wrong with the drawer???? For those who have sharp eyes. Yes I broke the drawer. Me! 23 year old weighing in at only 45kg (lie.) Me! Like E-Chiing will say, I have "jing gang shou" which matches Blacks who have "Jing Gang Jiao". But I swear this breaking of the drawer thing is purely an accident. Or a stupidity on my part. Lemme narrate the story,

In the midst of my anime

I notice with big dismay

That my table was messy

With a hole puncher and mousie

So i decided to clear the puncher

And hide it in the drawer

But I found out later, that drawer can't open

For the puncher was stuck

I pulled and pulled and tried various ways

Only short of asking Jay (Chow)

And finally I drew the drawer

But broke the drawer door.

Foot Fetish

My Version of Foot Fetish

My little attempt at painting my toe nails. I wonder how people do it properly. I was contorting my body just to make a mess outta my toes. I just bought myself some cheap nail polish in Hong Kong and thought I try it out. Kept telling myself, LONG STROKES, LONG STROKES. My foot (no pun intended). My little pinky toe nail is so tiny how to long strokes?!?! Now I understand why people pay money to get things like this done. Besides, its not like I have really beautiful feet.

Well, that's all folks.

And No, I don't have a foot fetish.

Hong Kong. Discover it

My sincere apologies for not checking in any sooner. Work has been really overwhelming. But! There is light at the end of the tunnel afterall. After 3 months of planning, I am finally seeing the event come to shape. Currently, in Hong Kong now and my event is truly taking place. The pre-con (pre-conference) is already occuring. Next door to where I am at the moment actually. And by Thursday evening, I am truly done! Yipee!!!!! I can't wait for that to happen. So excited. Yet I will be kinda sad to see the event come to a close. (Confused Child). The adrenaline rush no more.

Now. Hong Kong. I LOVE IT!!! Even though I havent really been around. Just travelling between Hyatt (where Im staying) and Hotel Intercontinental (where my event is). But I really really love what I am seeing. It's exactly what I pictured in my mind from all the movies I have watched. Hope blacks and I can save enough money to come again in December. Winter would be fun cos can parade in all the sweater and can BUY JACKETS!!!! But this city is amazing, just being here I can feel its resilient. Like nothing can ever bring it down. Yet within such a fine city there is so much normalities and complexities. Am I making sense? Dunno....But I love Hong Kong!!!!

I'm sure you would too

03 Jan 05. My admin specialist, CPL MAURICE, handed me a tin and asked me to donate some much-appreciated money for the victims of the ill-fated Tsunami. I remembered distinctively mumbling to myself,” If only we can do more…”

Moments later, MAURICE returned and said: “Sir, you COULD actually do more…” I made some enquires to the Manpower Branch and around 1630 hours, I received a call from my Wing Commander, LTC CHANDRA, informing me that my request has been granted. At that moment, I do not know the magnitude of SAF’s commitment to this humanitarian effort. I was just happy to be selected, to represent the SAF, to represent the nation.

Suddenly it dawned upon me. Wait, what about the cadet’s training? What about my family? Afterall, my dad had just suffered a stroke. I immediately called my dad and spoke to him. Understanding me, my dad gave me his blessings.

I attended the mission brief the following day. It included other presentations such as insurance talk and psychological talk of dead bodies, bloated and highly decomposed. The mission brief, to be honest, was sketchy and wasn’t very informative. It was at this juncture that apprehension starts to set in. Mission wise, I was still very unclear of what is expected of me. What I s my task? What am I suppose to pack? Where will I be heading? All I know at this stage is that SAF will be operating from 3 bases in Sumatra, Banda Aceh, Meulaboh and Medan. That was just about the only information that I have.

That, and that I will be flying off in 8 hours time: 5 Jan, 0430 hours.

I rushed back SAFTI and started packing. It was helter–skelter. Good thing that the Wing was in out-field training. There was at least some peace and quiet as I go about packing. My Wing Commander called me and enquired if I needed any help. He had, in the meantime, sent the Wing’s CQMS back to Wingline and instructed him to allow me to “plunder” whatever I require from the store. Although I didn’t wait till the CQMS arrival, that simple gesture was very much appreciated.

At approximately 2000 hours that day, I got a call from the Ops Center in Singapore as I was having dinner with my family. Flight’s been delayed for 24 hours. New Showtime? 06 Jan 0430 hrs. I heave a sigh of relief. Finally some time to slow down and catch my breath, some time to check if whatever I have packed is necessary.

The flight was later delayed AGAIN and I later learnt that it was because the airport was not operational as an aircraft ran over a cow on the runway. It just confirms the madness that’s there doesn’t it?

When am I going? Am I even going at all? Do I WANT to go? Can I afford to just pack my bags and leave?

I remember an article I read in Straits times a couple of years ago about, then, COL NEO KIAN HONG. I remember distinctively how the article started:

“Twenty Four hours. That was all the time Colonel Neo Kian Hong had to pack his bags and say goodbye to his wife and two younger sons in September”

As I ponder over my predicament and thinking of how better off I am compared to BG NEO, and at the same time recall in awe BG NEO’s dedication and commitment to the job, time slowly crept by and it finally came. I was in PLAB waiting to board C-130 to Indonesia. I saw many old friends from 7 SIB whom I hadn’t met in a long while. Many exchanged information they gathered from friends who are already “in there”. Many spoke the tale of foul smell from bloated bodies and involuntary vomit.

Where am I heading? What is expected of me? What’s the deployment duration? Mission unspoken destination unknown… classic.

I ended up in SAF Contingent HQ in Medan, together with the Forward Support Group and the heli-Detachment Crew. We were put up in Novotel Hotel, This can’t be right can it? I was in heaven compared to my fellow countrymen who are working flat out in Banda Aceh and Meulaboh.

The set up was like a division exercise and I was the Watch Officer. I hadn’t been involved in any division exercise before and I do not know the specific TOR. Everyone seems busy with their work and there wasn’t an upper study whom I can learn from. I guess no one in theatre has an upper study to learn from.

The relief effort, however, was unlike real military operations. Progress was much slower, and majority of the work centered on the Engineer’s effort in laying the groundwork and setting up the foundations for the subsequent take over of operations by NGOs. This included establishing beach landings and land links, clearing roads of debris and accommodations for IDPs. As such, forces in-theatre was slowly thinned down. I was back on 20 Jan, having spent 12 days there.

It was heart warming to craft the daily OpSum that schools are re-opening and market places are sprouting. Although personnel in Contingent HQ wasn’t on site physically to experience the hustle and bustle of the market place, the euphoria we experience in Medan was no less diluted because we coordinated the relief effort. We knew we played our part.


One of the reasons why I signed on as an Army Regular 8 years ago, without sounding too benevolent, was to effect positive changes in people’s life. I think, in this instance, I have made the life of many others better.

Having been back for a good 5 months, and having some time to reflect of what happened, I must admit that when I volunteered, I didn’t put much though into the decision. But if I were thrown in to the very same situation, would I have decided against going? I guess not. I would still have gone. I am sure many amongst us would have gone and done likewise.

I’m sure you would too.

Tiredness

2 days no sleep is no joke
No Zzz no snores and no coke
Tired I am and he's not here
Where I dunno and do not hear
From him so now I wait again
for him to tell me so I can regain
some needed rest and some sleep
if not then i rather off the building i leap

Sleepy

Labour Day Loooong Weekend

My apologies for not checking in lately. Few reasons; 1. Work has been really hectic. 2. Blacks and I are recovering from a rough patch. 3. The computer is acting up on me again.

Its May already. I dunno if I should be saying time flies. In less than 1 month, I would be done with my current job and hope that I was find my next learning platform soon. Reflections about my 'first' job will come shortly. June 1st. Check in then. But it's May. I wonder what happened to the past 4 months. Half the year is coming and soon going. What have I really done in the past 4 months? In some way, I think I have made a difference in my own life. I kinda became financially independent, although now that I haven't gotten my paycheck yet...pockets are kinda tight. Blacks and I took our first step to fulfilling our dream of owning our own house by opening our joint account. I gave my colleague some pretty good advice about her own career path (I hope at least). And I hope I was there for my sister whose significant other was away.

This afternoon, I heard the world's shortest but funniest poem. I pride myself as the rhyming queen, and when I heard this man tried to rhyme on television I nearly died. It was the ridiculous programme 'Wife swap' where ridiculous couples need to swap wives in order to realise how much they love their own. This man had to write a love poem for his wife under the orders of the "new wife" and this is what he came up with.

1st draft
Roses are red, violets are blue
I wish that you are here.

2nd draft
Roses are red, violets are blue
I wish that you are here to share my blues
You're my wife
You're my life
Amen
PS. I love you.

His first draft made E-Chiing and I laugh so hard it hurts....So here, I am gonna give it a shot and see if i can do better than him

Roses are red, violets are blue
I wish we will forever be stuck like glue
I love the way you wear your hair
I love the way you smell the air
I can't do without you
For you are my wife
You represent my life
Amen
PS. I love you.

For Blacks.
Thanks for the magnificent weekend we share
For good for bad together we'll bear
Thanks for the talk when you open up to me
We share our problems and our troubles to be
Thanks for the laughters I had because of you
Playing koala, magnet and super glue
Thanks for everything and more to come
For I know with you I will never have some
I will have all, everything and nothing less
You give unconditionally and don't charge cess!

It's a new day tomorrow babes....Love you and sweet dreams.

27 more working days

Back to work on a bitchy and moody Monday. I desperately need a break. A breath of fresh air. A walk in another place. Or at least, more SLEEP!

Had quite a eventful weekend starting from Thursday.

14 April 2005
Blacks was on leave and I wanted to take half day but I couldn't last min because of M.C.B (basically its work). But nonetheless, we went for dinner at this restuarant Al Dante along Boat Quay. We had a ceaser salad and a mushroom soup for appetizer and for main course italy's answer to OLD CHANG KEE (calzone) and a lobster cream sauce pasta.I bought my baby dinner because I finally got my first pay check. After dinner, we went for a walk and blacks told me something that I til now find it hard to believe. We were talking about Agnes and he referred to Agnes as my Auntie and I told him to call Agnes by her name because she is not even twice my age. Then he went on to say that she must be twice my age at one point. I said it can't be because if she is 13 years older than me..how can it be twice my age? Then he pointed out that when I am 13, presumbly Agnes is 13 years my senior..she will be 26 when i am 13..isnt that twice my age? I couldn't believe it and I kept laughing.

16 April 2005
Another Saturday that we planned to go to the beach but to no avail. We went to Parkway to kai kai and have lunch and by the time we got home, it was time to go pick up the BBQ food, go back to Hougang to pick up letters and see his dad. But when we were at Parkway, we were SPIES for his sisters cos we went to their rival company to pick up brochures for her. She then let me try on a $15000 ring, if I din remember wrongly. It was 1.06carats and it was beautiful!!!!! My fingers are ugly but the ring was BEAUTFUL. We went Parry house that evening for BBQ. Parry's dog Enzo is sooo cute. So Big. So Lazy. I tried pulling him on the leash but I ended up making him sit then lay down. But he wouldnt budge.

17 April 2005
My Blackie went back to camp for duty. I went out with Audrey and we ended up at JP (Jurong Point) where she became the proud owner of a BRAUN epilator. And I finally got myself a new coin pouch and bought myself new slippers!

I actually started writing this entry since Monday. Just couldn't finish it.

27 more days. YOOHOO!