Exhaustion running high here. Two interviews were scheduled today, pending from 2 weeks ago. I called both places to confirm the timing yesterday. Both gave me the nod. So up I got and went to a travel agency around 11. I asked them as many questions as I could come up with and then ended it in 30 minutes (I laid back on my usual jokes. No point joking with two men who have company promotion in mind). Took a cab & went home to have lunch with Mommy dearest.

Left the house again around 1.30 to travel to Boon Lay (from Thomson!) and this is where my story begins. .....

I travelled all the way from YCK to Jurong East in a state of daze. I've been so tired since the weekend. Thank heavens for music. Reaching Jurong East, I came out the wrong side. (Apparently I can't read). Got onto the platform that heads to Changi Airport. Too embarrassed to cross back thru the middle train, I went all the way down and walked to the end and came up the escalator. Then hopped onto the connecting train to Boon Lay. Looked around the shopping mall for a cab stand. Hopped into one and told the guy to go to Yunnan Cres. Cab fare: 4.70

Opened the gate to the childcare ctr and searched for something that looked like a doorbell. Naught. Searched again. Screaming children inside. Hot sun outside. Took out organiser, handphone and called the princi. Told her sweetly that I was standing outside. In heavily accented English (she's from China) she started saying that she was in hospital for observation for some shit. I politely asked her why didn't she get someone to inform me and she mumbled something like she did. I told her to kindly meet me in town the next time because there is no way I was going to come back there. She mumbled something. I mean you fucking bought the editorial. Be fucking responsible about it!!

Then I hung up, still suspicious becoz the number I called was the centre's number and she said she was in the hospital. I was too tired to care. As I threw my organiser back into my bag, I swore loudly, scaring away a foreign worker who looked at me, heard me and crossed the road to avoid me. Whatever. Took a shit-long walk under the blazing sun (no pun intended) to the bus stop coz there was no way in hell I was gonna spend another dime on cab fare. Got into a bus that was headed to the interchange. Then, went into the shopping ctr and got a gift for someone and had a very miserable and lonely teatime. Then begin my terribley long journey back home. I left the house at 1.30 and reached home at 5.30. 4 hours of absolute waste.

Welcome to my life.

Why would you piss off a writer who has come to observe and write abt ur ctr? Wrong move. I could play dirty with this ctr and write a totally bad review. I could.

My spoken English is going to the dogs. I sound like a bimbotic teenager who smokes weed to pass time. Too many 'dudes', 'man' and 'oh my gawds'. I have to cut these out. Even I'm disgusted. I'm supposed to be a writer. Supposed to be, I said. And for a supposedly staying writer, how can I conduct interviews with such disgusting language mannerisms?! I'm repelled by myself.

Aghhh weekend's almost here! Whoopee!

My pool of friends is decreasing. Tragic. Where are ya'll?!

I have this bucket-load of reviews to write but I'm just idling away. Reviews make me feel dull and empty. Me no like.

It's interesting how there are rednecks for Obama. I mean with Palin and McCain around, I (as usual) assumed the rednecks would go for the Reps.

I can't make up my mind if my favourite band for this year is OneRepublic or Travis. Hmmmm.

Ok I've stoned too much in the past 48 hrs. Time to hit those reviews. As in literally with a friggin' bat. I have gone up the stairs of so many childcare centres that if I ever have a child (I said IF), I'm bloody home schooling him!

Have a good Friday and Happy Deepavali.

I've lost my identity. I no longer know who I am, what I am doing, what I want to do, where I am going. Who am I? Why have I become the person I have become?


Vonnie. Vonnie. Vonnie. U have become my rock. Love ya.

My mornings are interesting. Well at times. =)


My knees are creaking. Dun say lack of exercise. I've always told you I'm spiritually old. Now my spiritual age is spreading to my body, that's all.


Everything's bottled and bubbling inside. I. Don't. Like. That.


A taxi man passed me his number and told me to call him for dinner. He's like 102. Should I be flattered or embarrassed?


I hate the coming weekend. Robbed.


Oh Oct 9th!! Winner for the Nobel Prize for Lit will be announced! YAY! Sigh, dreams.


John Mayer's Gravity is stuck in my head. Gawd......


My Wisdom Teeth are out. I dun feel all that smart. I mean look at that. I'm stupid enuff to capitalise the W and the T.


I'm so lazy to keep a diary. I should buy a voice recorder.

Oooo it's Oct. Where's my pink ribbon? Yup time to show some support! Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Now, unlike last year, I'm not gonna do a whole blog entry on the importance of getting yourself screened if you're a woman above 25 years of age 'cause frankly, I'm kinda tired of repeating it every year. My pin will stay on till the last day of the month as always. =)

I need to stop eating chicken rice! My gawd, everyday for lunch is just not right. Must start adventuring with other dishes....But then familiarity breeds happiness. So...................

Something's just not right these days. I'm in pain as I write this. Who's the God of healing? We need to have a chat.

Private Practice begins today in America. Yay. Ok, I know it's kinda dull but hey, it's still K.W so yay.

I dun really like politics but I love the whole campaigning going on in the States. I mean especially since whatever the outcome is, I won't be affected since I dun live that. Selfish? As always.

I miss hanging out with people. And if you're one of those ppl reading this, then I'm sorry and I miss you. Very much. I'll make it up to you all. Really.

My mother and I had a rather interesting conversation yesterday over lunch. I asked her what would become of me when I'm old, alone and possibly diagnosed with dementia. She told me to check into a nursing home and I asked her with what would I pay and she replied or rather begin to lecture me about the importance of saving. Hmmm.... So lemmie get this right. When you're young you never have enuff money coz well you're a kid, you're a student. When you work, you have bills, commitments and savings to do. When you're old, you economise and live on the savings. So you never really enjoy the cash you make. Interesting.

I'm hating everything rite now. Everything. Me. People. Things. Work. I dunno, maybe it's the meds. Maybe it's just me. But I need to get the bloody Golden ticket. I really do. The pie is never really gonna drop, is it?

I've heard of ex-girlfriend, ex-wife, ex-husband, ex-best friend, ex-boyfriend...but wat the fuck is ex-pregnant?! I mean I get it- formerly pregnant but it conjures up this super stupefied image.

Why is this post so long? I'll end here becoz I've nothing else to say and also coz the pain's killing.