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here at 2:35 PM

Dollie is my uber dog. she is damn scared of rain/lightning/thunder or whatever that has to do with a stormy weather. she always knows before it rains, and she always quiver when she knows and stick really close to me or otherwise whoever is home.

so, it rained this morning. maybe 5am?

i have no idea if i should be thankful.

i have no idea how long has it been raining.

all i know is, Dollie was so scared, she had climbed to my face, yes my face, stood on all four paws, yes all four, and then

START TO VIBRATE

.

really. what should i do with her?

so i took her off my face, placed her beside me, and tried to go back to sleep. the very immediate second i did that, i feel her struggling for my face again. and yup, she came back and stood on all fours on my face.

here at 5:20 PM

sat for my last paper yesterday and experienced the worst screw up ever. totally blanked out. questions asked were phrased so unexpectedly.


ever so randomly i fell in love with the way he park his car. i saw him early in the morning on 13th march. and that was the last. this thing is relentless, i can't help it.


xan promised to bring me for good food since i had to deal with take aways for as long as the torturous digging away of the books had to last. brought me to marina square in hopes to get something nice since i rejected the thought of kuishinbo. he wanted to eat at domo but it doesn't appeal to me in any way. wanted to try something new, ended up at this italian restaurant that doesn't seem like a good idea. walked all over marina square and ended up at azabusabo. i know i've been there before but i can't remember the experience there.

finally ordered my food after flipping through the hopeless menu countless times. how many dishes were there in total? were there even 20? i don't know. we asked this passing waiter if they serve chawanmushi and he surprised us by saying no and walked away immediately. when my food was served, i almost screamed. partly because i wasn't feeling too happy about the entire place already. it was served with vege even when i ordered it without. vtmd. told this waitress who then pretended to acknowledge that and went on to continue her pretentious chores. while tapping away furiously, saw another waitress give a group of diners an angry stare because she brought their bill when they asked for tea. after all these, i turned to xan and said we're not coming back here anymore and he said i've already said that the other time round.

what am i supposed to do with him?


celebrated my darling mewkie's birthday on saturday morning. 14th march. she had a good time at k9kampus, on the expense of (badly-scratched-by-dumb-schnauzers) me. and i officially hate mini-schnauzers now. bloody hungry and annoying dogs. and their owners remained so unaffected, talking over the row of their barking dogs.


went to east coast for jushinjung at night and chanced upon a new spot for prawning. couldn't buy the hours then cos i had my strategy paper to take care of. xan said he will bring me there on friday and i know he will.

I AM SO EXCITED!


and sometimes i feel i'm beginning to detest you. i don't know what's your purpose, what do you want out of me? and i really don't want to even know you anymore. and i hope you feel happy proving your point to yourself cos it really disgusts me. how much more do you wish to feel popular when it's just built on your imaginations of a bad childhood? seriously. go on, keep living in your dreams of being all lovable. i hope it works for all the other retards but i'm sorry it's just not me. why should it be if you're only using me to assist that? and yes see this please and go to someone else, quivery and all teary, sob it out. but we all know how fake it is. you are fake as a package. i know it's no harm trying, but you still won't be true after strenuous attempts will you? i won't talk to you about this, but please realize one day. you're plotting your life.


"when is good friday?"
"10th april."
"what day is it?"
"they decided to do it on a thursday this year."

here at 12:11 PM

i am looking for a shop space for retail purposes.

i want a shophouse, preferably conservation shophouse. don't have to be big but location is important. needs to be near mrt. centralized location.

here at 12:14 PM

i hate it how the days you have to work always seem to drag itself across, and weekends simply pass you by.

went prawning with maurice and his masculine 'girlfriend' on friday. bf bought me the 1hr rod since it was on promotion. completely hopeless, it only helped me get 1 pathetic prawn. we spent S$68 in all to get 8 prawns. S$8.50 for 1 prawn. concluding that, we should be better off at bishan's pond.

saturday was meant for sleeping. so basically accomplished nothing for the entire day.

meant to do some studying on sunday. dowager has to break the momentum. was dragged out of bed at 1pm. brought her to holland village to change a defective blouse which ought to be done even before CNY ends but it's very unfotch that she has a lazy son. very very lazy son. meant to have late lunch at 'bistro petit salut' located at Taman Warna but it's not open on Sundays. dowager was craving for french cuisine badly, so i suggested 'the french stall' at Little India. bf started driving towards town, but saw Dempsey Road on the way, and of course 'au petit salut'. good lord, why not! that will beat all other french rests flat. took a confusing drive up Dempsey, and finally found the door to 'au petit salut'. NOT OPENED! dang, bad day. but i know there's a culina nearby, so we went in search again. thank goodness it's not a lazy restaurant.

sat down at culina and hunted the menu down for 'foie gras'. i chose terrine de foie gras for my entrée and wild cod fish for main. S.Pellegrino has some oddly nice limonata too. dowager picked this roasted pigeon stuffed with foie gras for main, and ordered a glass of french red (name unknown). bf wanted half dozen of fresh oysters for entrée, tenderloin and S.Pellegrino's blood orange which was forced on him.

all 3 mains were not available.

really, what's wrong with diners nowadays? they just give you the menu, shut their mouth and walk off. they don't even tell us what's valid and what's not. this happened on saturday evening too when we went for supper with maurice. ready to order with nothing left on the menu for us.

so okay fine, change. i took up some ocean trout, dowager requested for a special tenderloin topped with pan-seared foie gras, and bf ordered langoustine (scampi) pasta. done.

bf and i went to shop at the attached culina retail shop. bought 2 pieces of raw foie gras (yes he knows how to cook), 2 chocolate fondant, 1 wagyu beef, and some other nonsense that dowager wants. saw that the ocean trout is red meat, i freaked out. so when we sat down and the food is served, i asked bf to swap with me. and that was a good swap. the pasta was good. by the time we left the place, it was pouring like never before.

here at 11:44 AM