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Friday, April 18, 2008 11:39 PM
   51: guilt


Before I go on to what happened today. Guilt sets in after asking daddy for some cash to sponsor driving. Here I am cavorting my pay away and not conributing much to the household income. Major guilt trip? Immense. Bad bad bad girl. This coming month will see more cash put back into savings (after paying the hefty amount of bills) and for God's sakes, someone please remind me to port my number. GAH! I keep passing by SingTel shops and always forget to get the StarHub number ported. Bloodyhell.

1. Bring mum go shopping.
2. Give dad and mum money.
3. NO MORE UNNECESSARY SPENDING (I promise I promise I promise)

Freelance + GST Offset + Pay + Claim.

Minus;

Handphone bill, Prudential, Citibank.

Will that equate to enough savings? Forget that. I'll think about this when I'm less zoned out. Mom came in to tell me a lot of things and update on the family happenings. I'm not really sure what to say, just really detached from it all and pretending that we're all normal and stuff. But reality can be such a bitch and some people even more so.

Today was really really nice. Was late for driving and it was by far the fastest circuit in my life. Supposed ot have brekkie at Macs but Mister Dinosaur was still sleeping. So headed down to his place and we ended up having hawker fare for brunch - nasi lemak and prawn noodle soup. Bussed down to ViVo to take the train to jengjengjeng Sentosa!

I am still very much terrified of heights. The Skyride to get to the top of the hill for the Luge freaked me out. Quite literally. I sat really still for fear of falling off, causing the cables to snap or something or my sandals to drop many metres down to the ground. But it was pretty interesting because I met an ex-colleague (who is still as grumpy and unsociable as ever) and my ex-schoolmate! Of all places too. Luge was fun. Speeding, freaking out and having fun like a little girl (oh well, can't deny that I still am one somewhat).

Took a break after that and headed to Del Mar for some sun and reading. I meant to sleep but I got hooked onto a book that I borrowed from ♥Trex's brother. Chiclit. The sun was super hot for a bit and then it just cooled off. A bucket of Carlsberg and semi-high and then we ended up on the Luge for two more rides before walking bout Imbiah and taking silly shots. Oh yes, he was busy playing Mario after giving up on The Revolutionary Wealth.

Dinner at KFC (where as usual I could have died because I ate so much... think Katamari) and then headed back to his place to watch Mandy versus Codename: Kids Next Door. Gawd. Sometimes I'm such a kid but I do love C:KND and Number 1. An-Ee-Way. Chilled a bit till the parents and his brother came back and the boy, who just finished 10 days in BMT, regaled us with stories. Hilarious.

Teh peng and a bus back and here I am back home. Was quite peeved with this modded car that was making a hell of a noise as it zoomed down the road outside my house. I hate these stupid silly drivers who think it's oh-so-cool to speed and endanger the lives of everyone else. I couldn't give a fuck about their lives, if they die from it serves them right. But it's not nice to drag other people into the same pit as you. Stupid stupid stupid. Really. If you wanna drive, go train to be a Formula 1 driver or something and stop being a nuisance and a danger to the public.

Fucking idiots.

Enough about that. Finally, tomorrow I can wake up late and not need to rush for anything. Tomorrow I shall do a draft for a novellete that's been in the works for awhile. Not that being a writer here in Singapore will amount to anything, but at least I'll finish something that I had set out to do since 2004. Yes... that's 4 years a lil' too slow.

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