mummy just called frm bangkok and told me to sleep early. she says hse bought more bras for me and i retorted tt she shouldn't even bother. i always tell her not to cos all the bras she buys frm there never fit me anyway and then she'll complain tt i never appreciate the cheap bras. they don't fucking fit, mother.

woke u late for work today then i accidentally bumped my head hard on the doorframe getting into the cab. as i sat in the middle of a jam in loyang and all i wanted to do was cry myself to sleep.

tues, i got to the bank 10mins after it closed. how the fuck was i spposed to know tt neighbourhood banks close at 4fucking30? i couldn't go home. i was so angry i'd have concussed myself. got on a random bus which happened to be 69 heading for bedok. i took note of the route through my tears and soon got to thinking bout how it was lucky tt i'd borrowed 2bucks frm jermaine on sun. one small bedok interchange goreng pisang costs 60cents. i did the maths and the outcome made me happier and gave me something to look forward to. i wasn't stable enough to handle another bad thing happening so it was fortunate tt the stall was open. i savoured the oily thing as i stood spectator to an rjc couple making out at the mrt platform in the sky some distance away.

after this, i walked round and got all nostalgic and i calmed down. walked round bedok central and i wanted to hold the walls and kiss them and hug them and stroke them. i will reserve tt till i'm old and i can walk round bedok without bra and talk loudly to myself and do zany things, all while excusing myself as just another crazy bedok auntie.

i owe my weight gain to eating less often and not exercising. no typo there - i did say less often. cos it makes my metabolism slow dwn and now i'm more prone to putting on weight. i can't afford this- i'm too poor to buy new clothes. better start getting scrawny.

till late nov, my services will be employed by spore's flagship airline at Hanger 2 on Airline Rd (see: ulu corner of our stupid island 'hub'). past 2 days consisted of encounters with an indifferent photocopying machine, colleagues with BA/engineering backgrounds (thus, the bad english and cold humour), loads of invoices. interesting things today include the following data entered:
'actuator le flap'
'crank assy'
'screwball assy'

yea... i mean like, wat the fuck SIA.