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Saturday, July 26, 2008


today i stayed in bed for the longest time because i haven't had a good sleep the whole night having nightmares. and by nightmares, i don't mean the usual "person chasing after me to kill me" kind of dreams. this time more like "i tried my best but everything i do is always wrong" and it felt like i was disappointing my mother who seemed to not want to help me. but thank goodness they were all a dream because the mother was very nice and chirpy when she called =)


then i got up, went to the doc, and headed to gina's house for some chill out time. and we made some meringue (is this how to spell it?) or pavlova (and this too?) with some whipped cream and fruits. and then watched her fry the 1st 2 pieces of tandoori marinated chicken b4 her maid took over. and finally concluded we were thankful we didn't cook at my place. for sure, we would have thrown in 2 pieces of chicken, screamed, stepped back, and turn off the fire finally giving up.


bummed around and had some gina's granny's uber yummy vege curry, then left to go have dinner with the mother and brother at taiwan porridge place.
they don't know this but i really do appreciate a decent dinner without ending in some sort of stupid quarrel btw me and the bro and not speaking for the next month.


so after dropping the brother off, we came home, hung out in front of the television before i realised i had a shit load of mess to clear up in my room before i leave for redang, and i still haven't showered or washed my undies or vacuum the house. i've been back for bout 2 weeks and brought a whole lot of mess with me and the mother seems really frustrated! hehe. my personal resolution to totally blog my england trip b4 going to redang is absolutely unfulfilled. not to mention i have yet to pack my bag and will be out the whole time until sunday.


chicago hope is on tv now: a very sick old man lept out of bed to call the nurse in to save the man next to him who couldn't breathe. and then this brave man collapses outside the ward when the nurses were busy saving the other man on the bed.


my motto in life: no regrets!

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