So. And so Sunday was a dinner date with Candy, first day out after 18 months. Hello, friend ! I'm so glad we met :)

My sleeping problem went out of hand last night and I went rather incoherent.

Grouch.

And this morning, I was thinking. I've got a father who don't mind me crashing his car and who wakes up to cook me oatmeal for breakfast because " Daddy, you cook oatmeal very nice leh. " and a mother who prepares honey water for me in a Evian bottle so I can bring to school; parents who fuss so much over me early in the morning ever since my kindergarten days. ( No wonder everybody says Emily is a spoiltbrat. ) But you know what, I really would like to clarify- Spoilt I am, brat I am not. My parents can testify for that that I don't bring much problems to them in the last two decades. I really am a very happy daughter, and sometimes I wonder if my parents are happy too.

This is done almost abruptly, but I need a J. J for Job. My bank account is exhausted. Nobody likes an exhausted bank account. I want an exhausted Emily. Exhaustion from work, and three digits blown in Orchard Road. I wouldn't mind. At all.

June in another two days time.
Eff, this is harder to swallow than a bag of vomit.