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First Hr of Working: Yay! Its Friday. TGIF bitches!
Three Hrs Before Work Ends: Shit, so many things to do. Better rush this.
Two Hrs Before: Gah! The design is not working. Should I redo or try and salvage this artwork?
One Hr Before: Shit shit shit. Gonna have to end work a little late today.
One Hr Past ‘Work End’: I have progressed nothing! I wanna go home…
Two Hrs Past: Can I go home now? Ill come in early on Monday. Okay can? Yes! Thank you.
On the Bus Back: I wanna die. Is this worth it?

My parents divorced about 3 years ago. 3 years is a long time but my sisters and I still held hope that they would go back together. Like last week, while Joyanna was on the phone with mummy, I asked her to say stuffs like “Why dont you forgive papa?” “You have an evil heart for not forgiving” “I will pray for your evil heart for one hour”. My mom had a nightmare of Joyanna leaving her that night. Call me mean/insensitive but im just confused on the whole situation.

Anyway, last weekend, my dad brought a thai woman from his Thailand trip. My family and I disapproves! It is obvious my dad is still hurting – from his many sad facebook posts. But that’s no reason for her! When he came back, he was like this happier person. Okay, not happier. He talked to the family, bought food and candies. He never does this. My grandmother reckons he is trying to impress the stranger.

I had this opportunity to sit my family together (not including my father) and told them to never accept the stranger. I said “Smiling at her means you are agreeing that she is our new mommy”. I applauded Joyanna when she said that she glared at the stranger because she was having a bad day. I also told them to be careful because she might have HIV. I heard rumours way back that my father was with a girl with HIV. Sharon said I was good at brainwashing because my grandmother was hanging on to every word I said.

The next morning, my grandmother managed to ask my father if the stranger have this disease. My father said it’s not this female, it was another one. So phew, no danger in the house.

I think the reason why he came back was to bring me to Hot, Thailand for a english teaching volunteer stint that I agreed to. It was at this Karen hilltribe Children’s Home sort of place. It was rumoured that my father used my university funds to build this home. My university funds also went to helping this other girl for her university and to build her a house in Chiang Mai, Thailand. And you wonder why I’m too poor to go to a university.

I agreed to go despite knowing the disapproval from my mother and Jerrome because I wanted to see where my money went to and to see what is it about that place that captured my dad. The reason my mother gave seemed valid. Going to that place means im approving of my father’s actions – that you can divorce, take a bunch of money, spend it on people who are not family and let your real family, aka me, starve. My mother said that my father should have put family first before strangers who most probably will kick him aside in his old age or when his pockets run dry. I don’t know. I’m not regretting my decision but what my mother said was true.

Oh well, it is going to be a one-week stint then I’m off to meet real family in Chomthong!

On Sunday, I posted this status.

yes, I think im popular with this amount of likes.

Sian means bored.

So, off I went to this party. It was held at a jungle/rainforest/savannah themed condominium with lots of of plants, trees and … mosquitoes. Expensive estate but look what happened to me after 5 minutes of waiting!

bites all over my legs!!

Its so itchy and im scared of getting scars from scratching them. been applying Dettol anti itch cream in an attempt to soothe them but it comes back hours later.

On a bright note, I finally took a nice picture of myself with my new less-than-2months-old samsung note 2!

with filters lol

So how did you spent your last Sunday (10th February)?

It was Lunar New Year aka Chinese New Year last Sunday! So it was a big and important day for all Chineses across the globe. Like last year, and the year before that, I celebrated CNY (Chinese New Year) with Jerrome‘s family – since my parents do not celebrate this big symbolic event.

The fu word is placed upsized down by tradition, I don’t know what it means but I just decided to paste it like that.

/extra information/ So 2 weeks before, Jerrome and I went shopping for clothes . It’s traditional to don new clothes when we go bai nian – going to relative’s home and wishing family members “Happy New Year”. Chinese New Year is a big thing here in Singapore. It’s has a 2-days public holiday, and most malls are closed. Before the actual day, it’s like spring cleaning, where families cleaned their whole house thoroughly and throw away old furniture and stuffs. There was also a space near each building for people to dump their furniture.

Anyway, I walked to so many shops and so many malls but could not find anything that I like or would pay for. I think I’ve come to the point where I just refuse to spend money – even on food for myself. It’s sad, like my brain is conditioned to not spend money even when it’s alright to spend. But new year was coming! And I have not gotten anything yet. So I just went to some pushcart selling clothes and bought a nice green-blue dress at $18 – a steal! Sadly, I don’t have a picture of the dress.

Things to do: Get a full length mirror for my room

On the eve of the new year, I saw that Etude House was having a sale and I bought some makeup – which was unnecessary but I really wanted makeups. I also bought my shoes that day as well. Really rushed for me this year. Last year, I bought a qibao – traditional chinese dress, weeks before CNY.

Lipstick, Mascara and Nail Polish

My shoes! Gave me blister though

On the morning of the Lunar New Year, I woke up and did all my makeup and what not. I also had to sew my dress because there was a hole. -_____- I didn’t check my dress when I bought it.

I then had to wish my grandmother first before leaving my house. So I took 2 oranges, knelt down and wished my grandmother. I then received back another pair of oranges and also an ang pow – money placed in red packet.

It’s tradition to give oranges to your elders to wish them luck and health. Bigger oranges, the better, as oranges resembled gold in Chinese culture. The elders would then give you back another set of oranges and an ang pow. Many kids likes Chinese New Year because they can collect money. ($v$)

So off I went, to Jerrome‘s house to travel with his family to visit his relatives home. I put my oranges in this CNY themed bag which I bought a week back.

This bag was also to hold all my many ang pows!

And I wish you all a Happy Lunar New Year!

You can see a little of my dress here. The oranges are small because my big ones got exchanged away