Happy 3rd monthiversary homies, with a reluctant smile plastered across my face. Just 2 more months to go, hang on tight.

I'm not in Alstonville. No, not at that loser town at least for now. Jenny brought us back to SL, knowing that we've been suffering in that shithole for quite a while. She was indeed very thoughtful and motherly, for the fact that she'd allowed the three of us to get half-day off on Fri and to walk around the city.

When I was walking into the city, I felt terribly lost. The whole scene seemed so strange to me, like I've forgotten how I used to town before. That acquaintance with the city life begun to overwhelm me with a series of emotions, which I have no idea which word would do the best expression.

The thought of going back to shithole in Jan's a biggest turn-off. Apparently, I'm in my best rejection with the plan of working until 10 Feb. For all I care, I'm gonna fight my way to end my misery latest on 5 Feb. If there's one thing I've learnt from this attachment thus far, it has to be how not to run a nursery without proper management.

Oh well, after a long hesistant thought, I've decided to save at least AUD500 back to S'pore and spend. Stuffs here aren't really worth the money I'm paying for, and that include the food as well I guess. Burberry failed to excite me. The new series was all in navy blue and the design didn't appeal much to me. Damn! If I can't find the right one here, I'll get it in S'pore. Rah-roma-gaga!

Christmas bells are ringing, indicating the festive season is round the corner. Believe it or not, there may be a possibility I'll get started with my final (yes, no longer interim) report on/before Christmas. Gawd, I can't believe there's an A3 poster to be done. Photoshop, I don't think I'm ready for you. ):

On a random basis, I'm stuck to two mandarin songs right now - 知道by郭静 and 难得by黄丽玲 (A-lin). Totally magnificent. (:

60 more days to the last plane ride!

Hello stranger, you seemed familiar, have I met you somewhere before? The entrance of Boiler room?


Hello stranger, the encounter of us in my dream wasn't a coincidence, was it? What about the way up from the escalator?


Hello stranger, remember the days with braces?


Hello stranger, why do I keep thinking of you, again and again?


Hello stranger, you've taken a part of me. I felt breathless. What should I do?


Hello stranger, I think I'm missing you.

Goodbye stranger, I think fate is playing with us.

With friends like these, who needs unicorn?





You know how this picture brightens up my mood? It's just so sweet for them to leave a vacant space in between just for me! Haha, although it looks a little off but this is what keeps me going. I miss these girls so damn much. ):


I've been always wanting to blog, or rather to post this picture up, but I'm not just racing against the limited internet usage, but the hell load of things to be done. Speaking of which, I'm not even halfway through my interim report II.


I dread work as usual, especially when that midget gets in my way. I need time to pass faster. I need a liberty from this shithole. 75 more days. I just can't stop counting down. Urgh.


You know, I've been dreaming about the airport, my home, my friends, town and even my local coffeeshop constantly in my dreams for the past few days! This just shows I'm starting to miss home though, but not to the extend of getting homesick still. Aye, pretty soon I guess!


香怡，之晴，欣宜，维庆，一旦我下飞机我们马上约在咖啡店好吗？
我真的很想念你们。)':

Work has been so peaceful on Thurs, Fri and Mon till you came back today. I can list 1001 reasons why I loathe, hate, despise, and dislike you but I reckon a few would suffice.

#01 You're just a fucking trainee, who owns a status just like us, thus you DO NOT have the rights or authority to boss us around. It doesn't matter if you're working in this shithole longer than us, cause I don't give a fuck.

#02 The golf cart in this shithole doesn't belong to anyone's. In other words, it can be used by ANYONE. And when I mentioned 'anyone', I do not mean YOU alone. Get it, you dumb blonde?

#03 Having said what was already mentioned in #01, you're supposed to help us out with the shit we're doing. Instead of getting your arse over, you're always seen on the golf cart doing god-knows-what. I'm here to serve my attachment programme, not to clean your fucking shit.

#04 Your tone is fucking annoying. And the sight of you conveying whatever shitty messages out just shortened my life by a year.

#05 My height serves as a perfect benchmark for short guys. This is to say, any guys who are shorter than me are considered as a midget. Unfortunately, you are one. Oh, I've forgotten, even the Caucasian girls are taller than me so I can roughly guess there's something wrong with your genes. Well, I don't blame you entirely if these 'mutated' genes caused the bossiness in you. The bottomline is very simple - I despise midget.

But perhaps you've gotten your punishment already - since you were suspended from your driving license for 3 years. Oh, did I mention drunk driving? Tsk tsk, when you drink, don't drive alright, midget? It is definitely not worthy to pay the hefty fine of AUD1000 when your pay can hardly allow you to survive for the month. What's more, it's not nice to let your family know about such an incident. Oh wait, I'm sorry, I meant your father. Cause I've clean forgotten your parents were divorced and you're living with your father, on occassions.

Let's see, I've got to face you for 85 more days approximately. This is a punishment for me as well, for I'd listed so many unsightly facts about you. This calls us quit. (: