For a start, my dad left for New Delhi 10 minutes ago. Finally I have some breathing space. I have not taken it upon myself to find out when he’s actually coming back though…Anyway, I’ve written out a list of stuff for him to buy me, namely orchids, an OUTLANDISH bag, painful but interesting pointed shoes, a strange british-india looking top, a pair of ali-baba-looking-beaded-and-mirrored-and-colourful pants and a pair of white cotton pants which are so translucent that my mother would deem indecent. Good luck to him getting all that stuff. At least that’s something to do besides his important-high-and-mighty-and-powerful army shit.

The Chinese teacher TPH is really getting exceedingly premenstrual. He tore up a his own Chinese karaoke competition form in front of the whole class of twenty pupils. Strange indeed. Little does he know that it’s even better like that as no one wants to participate in the first place?

Bought a pair of Le Coq Sportif shoes yesterday while out with my parents of which I sulked and pouted after I got too tired from their walking around trying to find both my brothers school shoes. Apparently Anglican High does not allow sports shoes, but my parents have given up on BATA, which lives up to its buy-and-throw-away name, as the shoes spontaneously disintegrate. My parents think it’s an utter waste of money and want to get them proper leather or sports shoes like mine that don’t fall apart. The only problem being that the damned school does not allow any color on the pristine white shoes and we had to look high and low throughout the entire suntec city for white sports shoes to no avail. It was then I started getting really pissed-at my parents who could not accept the fact that there were no suitable shoes and pissed at the fuckers at Anglican High. If I were the parents, I’d go there and fuck everyone about the arcane law about all white shoes. Is this shoe discrimination I see? I’d screw the entire management of priests and sisters (not mine) and other what not religious leaders about that stupid regulation and write in to let my son wear slightly-less-white shoes. It’s utterly unreasonable, sort of like Lee Kuan Yew’s guy-on-guy oral sex law. I’d have the pleasure to bite his tiny shriveled dick (I pride myself in having pointed canines).

It was my birthday on Sunday. Was really quite happy but felt sleepy throughout. My friends are just so sweet and sent me birthday smses, wishing me a happy b day and that I find a good bf who actually deserves me! Haha. The garden is really starting to shape up but I’ve yet to get my trees in. Still deliberating on what palms to get. I’ve so many bromeliads and have contemplated selling some to Chongren, who was giving me a hard time as he expected me to bring the stuff to school to give him a viewing before he decides whether to buy them but I denied as I could break the stuff on the way and have to bear costs as he could not confirm his purchase and so suggested he come drive over. Being the bitch he is, he denied my invite. Too bad for him, I thought and true enough, upon closer observation of the plants, they were having offsets. Haha. Too bad, if he had given his word to buy them earlier on they would have been his. Now they’re not for sale as they are part of MY collection ONLY. I may be single, but that doesn’t make me half as bitchy. Hmphh…