Finally. My period came. At the most inopportune moment possible, it came. Well, at least now I don't feel like strangling Porky anymore, so thank God!

Anyways, here are some pictures from the lovely Monster Aisan's birthday:



Monster looking scared.

So we went to The Apartment at The Curve after much deliberation. I didn't know The Apartment serves food prior to the occasion, really. I've always gone there for the al-al-al-al-al-alcohol <3 and nothing more =P



Lizard and her Fanta! Ahahaha, she was damn happy to see it on the menu for some reason.



Lizard's eggs (that sounds so wrong!). Pouched? Is that what it was?



Pretty Fishy!



Fishy's Fish & Chips.



Cow



Cow's baked fish!

Here's another occasion at One U, at some Japanese restaurant whose name I can't really recall. Was it Sushi Zanmai or something? I'm so bad with names.



With Lizard again. I love my mommy. She has such big titties.



With Fishy, who likes to char me. Not literally la, you pervs. By the way, I really, really, really love the pink top I was wearing. I think it has grown to be my favourite top! So much love!!!!



And then we went to Chilli's for dessert after some wandering about One U.

Had so much fun with you guys, seriously. And if you're reading this, Momo hearts you! Okay, so corny, pui, pui, pui! And I'm off! Hahaha.

i really, really don't know if i should write this in here, but i feel like i'm about to explode and there's nowhere else to turn to.

i missed my period last month and i am scared shitless right now. i don't think i'm pregnant; in fact, i did a pregnancy test and the result was negative, but i am still worried as hell over the fact that i am still yet to get my period.

what if...i'm not menstruating because of some hormonal disorder? or if my body no longer functions the way it used to? i've been known to be super paranoid and it's almost always the end of the world for me whenever something goes wrong, but i can't help but freak out in a situation like this, okay.

freaked out enough to scream. to want to yell at everybody who comes along. to cry.

i really don't want to go through life knowing that i am no longer whole. i want to be able to bear children, to have little doi doi and bai bai in the future...

am i being melodramatic here? i really don't give a fuck. WHY WON'T I FUCKING BLEED ALREADY, FUCK?!!! MY BREASTS ARE SORE AND SWOLLEN AS ALL HELL AND MY TUMMY LOOKS SO BLOATED, SO WHY AM I NOT MENSTRUATING?

though of course, it could have been that i was stressed throughout the month of june because i was having exams...and because i always tend to make a big fucking deal out of nothing, i was crazy-stressed. and now i'm stressing out about being stressed out, does that make any sense to you?

i am so jittery i can hardly breathe. BLEED ALREADY, DAMN IT, BLEED!

I swear, I'm an expert.

First, I realized far too late that the skirt I wore for interviews 3 years ago fits too loosely now. It's hard to believe how fat I used to be...I hope I never go back to looking like that. =(



This was me three years back, when the skirt fitted me perfectly...

So anyways. I looked kinda awkward in that skirt today. It looked way too big for me. Reminds me of how I used to dress up in mom's clothes when I was little...Bah.

Things went from bad to worse. I couldn't find the freaking office and when I finally did, the interviewer told me that they're currently looking for writers...for a home decor/kitchen & bathroom magazine! I was stoned! Okay, so it was my fault that I didn't do a thorough research. But I really didn't see that coming, man. I thought they were hiring writers for a lifestyle magazine or something. Oh well...

I had no choice but to tell her the truth when she asked me if I had any experience in that department. And if I was interested in it. Well, obviously, I didn't tell her that there was no way in hell that I could ever see myself writing for a home decor magazine; I put on my happy-shit-eating smile instead and told her that I think it would be interesting to try something new.

Well, for the record, I do want this job because I have never in my life written articles on home decor/kitchens/bathrooms before and this could just be interesting, you know. I'm always up for a challenge. I like to try new things.

Sadly, I think I really screwed it up when I was asked to write 100 words about my home. My home! My grimy, little, gritty home! I couldn't think of anything, really. Ended up using some of the techniques I learned in Writing Techniques and personified every freaking entity that came to mind. Man, I screwed up big time. What can I say? It's way too artsy fartsy for a home decor mag...I wrote about how the grimy floors hoist sofas as worn as grandma's hands or something shitty like that what the fuck!!!!  HO MENG YEN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GRRRRRRRRRRR!

It's all back to square one now...Time to look for vacancies again...sigh. =(

My Porky pie may look like he's fresh out of uni, but he is in fact 26 years old this year!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!



This is how geeks phd holders play jenga. Hahaha, well, for the record, he really does have a phd. At 26. I hate to admit it, but it is pretty damn well impressive. What's more? Mark still looks like he's about 19! And he's a freaking lecturer at Monash. I looked like I was 25 by the time I was 17!!! The injustice!!!

Mark, if you're reading this, don't kembang. You still suck. Geek. Hahaha.



Crazy jenga.



These guys are nuts, man.



My CUTE BABY!!!



I love him very very much!



And that's me looking like a fugly fuck the way i almost always do in pictures. I AM quite a skinny bitch in person, okay! If you've ever seen me, you would know!!!

Anyways. It's late now and I'm tired. Will post pics from Ai San's bday and baby's birthday celebration soon. tata!

you have no idea just how close i am to a nervous breakdown.