GOING TO AUSTRALIA IN ABOUT 12 HOURS WOOHOO! NO MORE INTERSHIPS! and i'm gonna be talking nonsense with stella and abi for the next five days.

AND. jon i've got your ic number, you already verbally OFFERED to run ahm when you get back from the states and i ACCEPTED and by giving me your ic number that was CONSIDERATION. maybe i should make you pass me the fees. . . but whatever it is there's a valid contract. i'm signing US up when i get back from australia. becauase you said so, at the very beginning. please everyone remind him that his paunch is getting big enough to warrant a separate passport when he travels.

hopefully there'll be updates and photos cause turtle'll be away (yeah right, i'm how lazy. plus my name is not chang yalan and i do not photo-whore in foreign countries, i take pictures of SCENERY which no one likes to look at).

ok if you want krispy kremes just sms me. mag and yalan have entreated me to buy back one box, as has spoon. personally i think they're too sweet for anyone's good.

i never gave much thought before, to how it must be like to be Married to my father.

he's an Ordinary guy: civil servant; constantly complaining about his job (which civil servant doesn't, you tell me?). still, i'm quite sure he secretly enjoys it because it gives him the flexibility, not to mention the funding, to carry out his crackpot schemes. of course, there's only one person who thinks his schemes are crackpot. although i'm beginning to realise that my father is fighting Time, which is gradually beginning to leave him behind. and it's strange because he embraces some aspects of change whole-heartedly (read: amazon.com) and obstinately rejects others, driving us to extreme exasperation.

i used to Think that this other one person was rather unreasonable: didn't quite know how to relax, couldn't see things from my father's perspective, gave him an earful too often, always thought he had crackpot schemes. and i became afraid that i'd become exactly like that when i got married, in the future. naggy, constantly annoyed.

but i've come to see things from Her perspective, especially in the past three weeks, and i've come to realise that i shouldn't be afraid to become like her because she's not really a cannot-chillax person, neither is she genuinely bad-tempered and impatient.

of course, she's not Everything that i want to be, but i don't think i know anyone who wants to be exactly like their parents. more like we're the sum of our parents, the product of our upbringing, the whole of ourselves.

thanks for everything, mummy. for loving daddy Regardless of the fact that he's a Class A Dinosaur - the worst kind, one of those who refused to leave the island even when the volcano began erupting (or however they died) - and messy, to boot.

happy belated father's day, to both of you. :)

i've got to find a way to tell my dad not to take her for granted: Married (to you), Ordinary, (but) Think Her Everything Regardless.

i went for lunch with bowei today. it's been six years (imagine that!) since we last talked properly, after our rather tragic and traumatic (on my part) break-up. hurhur. i remember sean saying at that time that we'd (bowei and i) meet up when we were older and working, drive up in our cool cars to some kopitiam somewhere and have breakfast. well, so it wasn't breakfast and we weren't driving but today's lunch came pretty close la, i think.

it was quite funny, thinking back on all that drama and emotion. i told him straight to his face that we lost contact cause i made up my mind to hate you for the rest of my life - you were damn bastard to me!!. and we burst out laughing because it was true (that he was damn bastard to me) but it didn't matter anymore. and we agreed that after all, it takes two hands to clap. i wasn't exactly very nice to him either la.

he bought me wanton mee from the wonder mee at amoy street today. the char siew was lovely, charred and chunky.

he's still chubby (time for plastic surgery, dude! he admitted that he needs it too), and i'm really happy for him because he's with one of the sweetest girls i know. i finally got my peculiar remedies cd back (bet you can't find it anywhere already) and i also told him to go search for miscellaneous other items that i would like to see back in my possession - he very willingly obliged.

:D

the point is, two very nice boys have bought me lunch this week so far, and NEITHER OF THEM WAS NAMED JON LAU. horrors!

but then i heard this song on the radio just now, when i was doing e-filing (finally, a productive day at the office).

we even got a secret handshake
and she loves the music that my band makes
and i know you heard the last song
about the girls that didn't last long
but i promise this is on a whole new plane
i can tell by the way she says my name
- cupid's chokehold, gym class heroes.

aw i'm so sweet right. sometimes i think i'll have to give myself diabetes because jon'll never do anything that sugary-sweet inducing.

of course, this internet server being government linked, they've blocked quite a few sites - but pictures as well?! i can't believe it. they've blocked all the pictures on gofugyourself and EVERYONE knows you can't read gofugyourself properly unless you have pictures.

unsurprisingly, yahoo games has also been blocked. besides wanting to play the next ravenhearst mystery and online bridge, i also wanted to try dream day wedding. get some good vibes going in the office, after seeing one too many marriage certificates being stapled onto file covers with reckless abandon. don't need already, what. so don't care lor. dog ears, staple holes. maybe things would've been better if they'd had a wedding planner.