You know we care

Stayed up til almost 2am this morning just to keep tabs on him. I was dead worried by the photos and the breaking news received on Boxing Day, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in peace until I've received the green light from XJ. Thanks for all the news, I really appreciated it. And thanks for providing endless support to the one who needs it (you get what I mean), I'm sure at the end of it all they'll be thankful to you. Pardon me if I sounded murderous yesterday, but I was at my wits' end, and I knew you're the only one I could release all this to, since you're the one who told me all this from the beginning. Nevertheless, I'm still the typical worry-wort, so please don't mind me too much if I keep pestering you.

Even my mum was worried about him when I told her about it. Dinner was an abrupt affair, because I couldn't leave my screen for too long. I fear too much, having experienced loss not too long ago. Although it was all beyond my control, but I knew if he realised how much people loved him, he'll definitely recuperate much faster with all this motivation from us. Quit worrying about everything else, because nothing else matters if you can't get well. The flesh may be weak, but keep the mind willing.

Face/Off

I’m sick of trying to look my best every time I have to step out of my house, but I can’t stop myself from doing that; everything’s become so superficial and judgmental, and people love and hate you from the very moment they set their eyes on you. I’m really tired, but there’s no way this habit can be curbed. In fact, it’ll have to go on for as long as humanity continues to function this way. That’s the reason why idols are rolling in the big bucks and size-zero models are strutting the catwalks. This society is so freaking mad.

I don’t know if I wanna step out of the house today.

Jaded

You don’t have to roil my emotions every time I’m up there, do you? I’m just utterly displeased by your ugly display of greed and nosiness, and it leaves a worse aftertaste simply because you’re supposed to be the exemplary figure for us, and yet your behavior is no better than a preschooler. In the first place, you should have chosen NOT to extort my dinner from me just 2 days ago, and you had to make absolutely crude and vulgar remarks of my sister. Yes, she might have been in the wrong, but throwing the word “bullshit” in her face was definitely the last straw. Any self-respecting person of senior status would think thrice about spouting such profanities at a 12-year-old kid, but you chose to victimize my sister at your own pleasure. Your gluttonous habits are even more annoying, and I can’t believe the rest of the seniors in the family are just letting you have your own deem fit way.
Respect? NEVER.
I won’t even give you a chance to bullshit me.

Christmas Eve was well spent, with a dinner with Jack. A pity Skyler couldn’t join us due to a family gathering. You see, when two vocalists get together, ALL we would talk about was music, music and more music. Besides the unanimous agreement that David’s the ultimate maestro of Mandarin R&B, we talked a lot over dinner and that. Of course, we shared our problems (I mean, what are friends for?), and I guess we both felt better after regurgitating the entire sickening emotional burden we lugged around. Anyway, the queue at Marche was a killer, and we were late by just 10 minutes and the queue was starting to snake. Thank God we didn’t go in a group of 10 (like what some families did), so we got a table within half an hour. Oh, and remind me NEVER to get Rosti again; I couldn’t finish even half the portion, maybe because we were talking half the time. And I was a good girl and bought those delectable fresh-from-the-oven Japanese cream puffs for my family’s supper. Yummy~

The agony of giving and taking

The last thing anyone should ever do to me is to take my dinner away from me. Hello, that was the REMAINDER of my lunch, and I just wanna eat it in peace, and YOU had to come and say "Wah, so oily. You don't eat this, go take the rice in the kitchen, I'll eat this for you." And the next moment everyone's had a spoonful of my lunch-cum-dinner EXCEPT ME.
HELLO?!
WTH IS THIS?!

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I decided just this afternoon that my table deserved a huge spring-cleaning (barely 2 weeks after doing one), so I chucked everything onto the floor and junked a humungous bag of unwanted stuff. Still, I'm clueless as to what to do with that 26 issues of E-Pop piling on my table, hundreds of postcards collected over a span of 4 years, my CD-shop collection of music CDs and sorts.
Garage sale, anyone?

Have a break, but don't gimme a Kit-Kat

I ruined the jamming session yesterday, and I ruined the birthday celebration today. Oh my God I should just go bury myself under a rock. After devouring 4 Panadol tablets today, I'm feeling much better than I was this morning. Nursing a hangover and a leaking nose made me really grouchy, and it worsened when I couldn't taste the veggies during lunch. I never wanna fall sick again, because it's really difficult to recover, both emotionally and physically.

Dinner with Siti and co. at Holland V was lovely, but then again, I was in a really crappy mood, so it took me more than just effort to prise a smile for the camera. The ambience made up for it just a little, and the lovely drizzle turned my mood up as well. I stuck to my salad, largely because I can't taste anything anyway, so it'll be a huge waste to order anything else, even the Mac and Cheese that I was eyeing.

Oh well, I need a break from all the crap and nonsensical people in my life.