I threw the lamp holder onto the ground and screamed at my mother to get out of the car, "ARGHHH THERE'S A DEAD CAT HANGING FROM THE LAMP IT'S STUCK IN THE CEILING I THINK IT'S THE KITTEN WE HEARD MEWWING LAST WEEKEND, ARGHHH, I THINK I TOUCHED IT ARGHHHHHH MY HANDS MY HANDS ARGHHHHH!!!"

I had plans to go to Malacca, Penang, KL, and Singapore. Even the PPS bash was one of the many things on my to-do-list. I was hoping to complete all of this before I head for National Service.

Malacca was supposed to be today and yesterday one of the girls messaged me on MSN, "Jo, I have something to tell you...you don't angry ar..."

I saw my friend throw my aeroplane out of the window. (fong fei kei)

"Erm...my parents are damn worried lar, what with the driving down and all..they sort of forgot about the safety part. My mom came into my room and said, "If anything happens, it's fated...."".

I told my friend, "I don't know what to say,".

I was so angry because I had purposely arranged Malacca to fall before my KL stayover, which would be before my Singapore trip so that I will go home in TIME for the PPS bash and then relax and get ready for national service.

Singapore is cancelled and we know there's no bash for me and most of all Malacca was the only extraordinary trip I'd be getting to do. My friend hyped it up for me for the past week or so and both of us got so incredibly excited about it but alas, the plug was pulled once more.

I don't blame her for not wanting to worry her parents because that is what she should do. But I could not help feeling angry at the cancellation of plans. If there is one thing that pisses me off besides people-who-know-me-but-don't-say-hi, it is the cancellation of plans.

But it's okay, I only needed time to cool down and just needed to feel that anger before the night was over.

However, at 11.45pm, draped in a towel after my bath, I opened the laptop and saw her online and said, "Okay, I'm done being pissed. Finished pissing," and hence we made up and made plans to go shopping the following day.

It's wise to never let a friendship go rocky for more than 24 hours. We will eventually forgive each other but we all need our space and time to get over it, even if we are overreacting.


As for Singapore, initially I wanted to go down during Chee Kiang's birthday and do a whole chinese show about it and surprise him at his hostel. I even went to the extend of co-ordinating the plans with his room mate whom I had to track down through Friendster. To spend his birthday with him trudging through Singapore happily before I rush back the following morning to Malaysia so that I'll be in time for the PPS bash.

Unfortunately, because Chien, Hsien and I cannot decide if we are ready to pay for a hotel on Orchard Road(as they want to shop during the Great Singapore Sale and will want to stay there for a couple of days) we decided to scrape it. Chien and Hsien's aunties are unable to put up with us because there is no space and I do not want to trouble my Aunty as her mother is recently bed ridden.

I had put quite alot of thought into it, looking up the bus schedules, checking out maps, co-ordinating my timing so I can attend the bash and etc. I suppose it's alright to say it now since I won't be able to do it then. Sigh. Sorry Chee Kiang.

And ta-dah! The PPS bash is no longer on my agenda.

Fortunately there is still KL to entertain me.


Perhaps it's the hormones, but I was so upset yesterday after my trip to the dentist as I thought about the things I wanted to do but would now have to scrape. I have only one month before national service and by the time I get back, everybody would have gone to further their studies. Speaking of National Service, the stupid government have yet to send me my official letter. Hello, I NEED to do my preparations!

However, Jolene seldom stays upset for long.

I've come to terms with the whole PPS bash thing as well. Since I won't be there in person to be interacting with my fellow bloggers, I'd want the lot of you to sign on my t-shirt. David of narrowband.blogspot.com has agreed to help me collect my t-shirt from the party. Heheh, thanks David. But please don't go destroying the t-shirt by circling the left side of the chest area of the t-shirt with some left boob-esque joke, eh? I still want to wear the shirt one you know!

I've made plans to go photograph the graffiti in SS15, oh, just for fun, since I have nothing to do. I was actually admiring them yesterday after my dental appointment while waiting for my brother to come out. I struck a pose like I was deep in thoughts at an art exhibition and nodded intellectually at the graffiti in the back alley amidst the many people who took that back alley shortcut.

Now that I'm so free, I can do stupid things like stick a sticky barcode above my lips Hitler style and wave at the other cars on the road.


I was doing this all the way from One-Utama until we reached Subang. Hohoho. The looks on the other drivers' faces. Priceless.


Hitler camwhoring.


l-r: Esther, Me and Mel.
Camwhoring to commemorate any fun day.