Mook

I'm going to traumatize myself so much by simply counting down the days to the 發表會.



Sunday morning was spent waiting for a parking lot. I'm serious. Mum wanted to visit the Jurong West market to pick up fish, so we ended being stranded on the car for close to half an hour. Then I skipped the step of placing coupons, helped Mum pick fish (when she was the one who wanted to buy it), then bought lunch. I hate driving, for the last time.



Lazy afternoon with zonked-out Jack. He's pulling his hair out over his circuit, I was pulling hair out over my design. Sama sama. So CL closes at 4.30pm on Sundays. Wow.



Rehearsal. Full stop. I wish I could have went further to talk about rehearsal at 7pm, but that would render me incoherent and wading in self-bashing again. So ya. But I've promised myself and my loved one that I'll do better. And hopefully it'll be a promise that I won't break.