*Sitting at her own private desk, using her own private (okay, not so private, anyone who walks through the entrance will be able to see what I'm doing online. Darn.) computer, waiting for time to pass until 6.30pm to get off work*

I've been here for three days now, and having the time of my life! Not many people can say this, but I love my job (",)

Jazzy @ iPlan + ThePostalConnect!

My colleagues are super nice people, the delivery guys are all okay except that uncle with the attitude problem, and the neighbouring toy shop owners who keep on popping by to offer ice cream and coffee are nice people as well. I'm able to mess around online when there's nothing to do, run around outside to get coffee and snacks anytime I want. I'm so darn lucky to have this job.

I learnt a lot about courier service and secretarial in this past few days, and there's a lot more to learn. Month end closing is coming up, but I can see its quite smooth sailing here, none of the rushing around other companies usually do.

Mindlessly surfing around now, munching on my snacks while waiting for time to pass. Forum of the day: http://www.ministryofpets.com where animal and pet lovers gather. It's a good and fun place to be. The only bad thing about it is having an arse trying to act guru and turning about 70% of the threads into flame threads.

I know I haven't been in to update much, because the past week's been quite busy for me. First it was my cousin's wedding. It was the most wonderful banquet I've ever been to, despite having worked in more banquets than anyone should attend. It's probably because the entire hall was filled with people I know, and it's a banquet with the most beautiful bride in the world (or so I think). Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I pray for a happily blissful marriage for all her life.

Been messing around here and there after that, couldn't really find the time to blog. I had a few topics to blog about, but seeing as how long they were going to be, I saved them for when I have a LOT of time on my hands.

Chinchilla viewing on Saturday with Roger. Hopefully he makes the right decision about whether or not to get the chinchillas.

Kenny, my sister, Adrian, Daniel and I are going on a treasure quest! For what treasure I don't really know unless you count in the $500 prize for being the first. It's a problem-solving RPG type quest that the Nee Soon CC organized. Each teams must consist of 3 males and 2 females. The whole team met up yesterday to discuss who should do what, and a rough sketch of our flag is out!

We're the Numa Numa Clan (I blame you, Daniel) which almost got called the Nama Nama Clan (your fault, Adrian), and our flag's going to consist of the initials NNC (which looks incredibly like NCC). Had a fun time yesterday, everybody joking and laughing away at Mac's.

Meeting up next Tuesday for a hands-on to completing the flag.

Oh ya, by the way, thanks Weiyi and Kegan for missing me so much that you guys are actually dreaming about me. I miss you guys too. And thanks Su baby for worrying about me so much. I'm ok now, but I'm not trying to broach the subject with him for the time being. I know he didn't forget, he just pretended that it isn't there when in front of me.

I feel like a BLOODY idiot now.

Was online to change my practical timing, found out that the time I changed to was peak hour (which means I needed to top up some money into my account at SSDC), and having lost the card number Kenny gave me, I fumbled through his wallet for his Mastercard.

Guess what I found.

Something hurting. Something that pierced right through my heart and stung my eyes like a blunt dagger laced with salt. Something that made me want to take out my nail gun and attempt to nail down my heart so that it would not bleed again.

But I'm bleeding. Bleeding in my white princessy gown. Bleeding in my white princessy slippers. In my white princessy soul.

Might be just me. Might be not. Might be that he's lazy. Might be that he's not.

Ambiguous. Vague. Uncertain. Nothing's clear to me. He tells me he loves me. I know that he loves me. But sometimes his actions say otherwise.

Maybe I'm still just a kid. Maybe I'm simply too naive to believe that such a love would exist. Maybe I still don't know as much as I ought to.

I had envisioned life as a roll of tape. Since the day I fell in love with him I envisioned a pair of scissors, cutting away the tape that is behind him, cutting away the past so that I would never see it. I only want to see the here and the now. But by and by I see more and more of his past, to the point where I almost know all about it.

I didn't want to know.

I didn't want to see.

I didn't want to feel the way I feel.

Pictures. Picture after picture, tearing me apart.

I do not cry. I find no need to shake my tears away because there is none for me to shake.

Jaded. So jaded.

Stop peeling my layers away. They only make me hurt more.

Leave me alone.

So much to say.. so much to do... so little time..

I fulfilled a lifelong dream a couple of days ago. I got my bike.

It's been a dream of mine to ride a bike ever since I was a wee tot. Once that dream was accomplished, everyone thought I was satisfied. Everyone saw the smile on my face that was not there.

I didn't feel happy the day I got my bike. There's just this sudden rush of emptiness inside of me, as if my dream has been in me so long that it left a hole when I take it out. As if by fulfilling that dream I have no other goals in life.

What exactly do I want?

I only felt the exhileration much later, when Kenny was pilloning me on my bike. I couldn't believe it. This powerful mean machine was mine? Mine? This sleek and beautiful baby, who would respond to my every move?

His name is Dante, by the way. So don't get confused when I say I'm riding Dante.

Dad wants to get another smaller bike for me to get used to the road before I ride around on Dante. I flat out rejected him. Who in the blue hell gets a bike, get used to the bike, gets another bike and gets used to that one before coming back to get used to this bike? What the...?

*excerpt removed. I think I'll just bottle it up.*

Warning to ALL. My bike is a VERY sensitive topic. Do NOT say anything bad about my bike, do NOT tell me that Cagivas are problematic bikes, do NOT tell me anything that I do not already know about my bike. And do NOT ask about the insurance and the financial status I'm in now. You bad-mouth my bike, you bad-mouth me.

I got my bike! My lovely, lovely bike!

I shall call it Boy and ride him every chance I get *evil grin*

Here he is!



Don't let me catch you saying anything bad about him from now on. This awesome machine now resides under a tarp at the carpark of my block.

It's so cold here, will update later when I shift the computer out again.

I know I've been neglecting my blog for a few days now. Well, I first wanted to say that I've been real busy and didn't have the time to squeeze my brain to blog, and then remembering that I forgot what it was that I've been busy with, I decided not to broach the subject. It'll be like contradicting myself.

Gimme' a break, will ya? I have short-term memory.

Mito viewing on Saturday. If everything is in its place and the Mito is in fine condition, I'm bringing that thing back on Saturday itself. Keep a lookout for a yellow Mito rider soon! But wait, wasn't I going to paint it red? I guess that'll have to wait till I get my pay.

Which reminds me, I got myself a job! Nothing fancy, just a time filler until I decide which course I want to study. Went for the interview yesterday, and starting on the 28th of this month.

I'll be working at a shop that does courier shipping, which means I'll be doing packaging, data entry, reading newspaper in the shop when we're free and maybe wandering around the area for deliveries when the delivery guy isn't free. Sounds great to me, considering they're giving me mobile, transport and performance allowances, not to mention medical benefit.

Oh yea, and I'll be working as an exhibition girl again this coming 24th to 26th of November. For Canon this time, Creative's made huge losses and they're not getting Zen girls for this event. I absolutely love doing shows!

It's Thursday. The weekend is coming! I'll be able to spend more time with Kenny again~

You don't deserve this kind of treatment, then.. do I?

Do I deserve to be treated far less important than your bike, your work, your friends, your mood? Do I deserve to be taken for granted no matter how hard I try?

You tell me to think of others feelings. Have you thought of mine?

All I did was to be unhappy that you didn't come, and I showed that unhappiness over the phone. So you didn't deserved to be shown unhappiness?

You think of others' feelings. You do. You consider everyone's feelings carefully, everyone's but mine. It's as if I have non-existant feelings that I should keep bottled up.

You complain to me about everything. How work sucks. How bike sucks. How your mood sucks. How so-and-so sucks.

Have you ever heard me complaining?

How careful my words are. How I have to make sure they're all in the right places. How closely I watch what I say so that I don't offend you, or anyone else for that matter. What am I, a servant or something?

You end this argument by treating me as some bimbotic bitch who only wants her way and argues for the sake of winning the argument. The argument is not constructive and wasted when nothing is solved by senselessly pushing and taking blame.

You ignore my pleas. You don't see them. They're invisible to you. And so shall I be.

Felt so alone yesterday when everybody was busy. I mean, I only have this clique of close friends, and without them I felt empty. I know they have their own lives and stuff, that their lives do not revolve around the group, but mine does. And I can't help feeling so empty when everyone's busy, even my own boyfriend.

I need more friends.

A late night meeting at Lower Seletar and nobody even told me. Am I still part of that group? Or have they started to think of me as an insignificant half of a couple?

A group never misses to call. No matter how insignificant the matter is. Or how short the meeting may be. Am I still included in the group?

Just skimmed through a certain post of a blog claiming how bikes are like women. I don't like it. So stereotypical.

I do not like being stereotyped, I repeat, I do not like being stereotyped. Stereotype me and I'll turn nasty toward you.

Sure, I like flowers and romance but that doesn't put me in the same category as trillions of other bimbos out there. I have a mind of my own, a thinking of my own, stop stereotyping me!

What is it with guys and thinking that all girls are the same? That's like saying all guys are bastards and not a single one is different. And what is it with guys and thinking that money is such an important thing that it is vital to spice up the relationship?

I see a difference in our thinking. A big one. One that I might not be able to accept and love. Best not to broach the subject, eh? Don't want to be overbearing and force him to change.

Anyway, did a funny thing and got the pictures from my phone into the computer. I sent them to Roger, who uploaded them into his computer and sent them back to me via MSN. Here they are!







My newest cousin! Ain't she cute?

There were a few more but I think my cousin will kill me if I posted her wedding picture up.

And look what I made for Kenny:



Nice, eh? Was messing around with Adobe Photoshop, trying to learn how to use it when I came up with this. Photoshopping lessons, anyone?

Bike shopping on Saturday!

Saw my future husband, rode on him and practically salivated all over him. He is such a beauty! When he's mine I'm going to paint his ears (side-mirrors) black, fix up that cracked meter and he'll be as good as new! Sorry, no pictures yet because I haven't for the life of me figured how to upload pictures from my phone into my computer.

We went to many different bike shops our last stop was at Ah Boy's. Look what my darling Kenny got for me!



My very first gift from him! Can't wait to slip my hands into them and wrap them around the handlebars of my future husband *excited*

There are 7 gears on a Mito, do you know that? Not to mention the electric start. Electric start on a 2B bike, imagine that!

After our bike shopping, we met up with Anthony and Roxy at Marina Square. Had dinner, walked around and found this beautiful tube dress that made me swoon. But, as usual, things that make me swoon are usually things that I cannot afford. That thing costs $250. It's a beautiful thing in soft grey, stretchable material, circular hanging beads of green at the chest area, and a high-cut V shape up the front. Urgh!

Met up with Sam, felt guilty for making Sam ride all the way to Marina and back, messed around with pets at my house, went down to Lower Seletar to collect Alan and off to Y10 for a movie titled Just Like Heaven.

Met up with Roy, who went to collect this girl from the forum whom we said was quite a match with Sam because of her liking for vulgar language. I gave a warning to the others that if she so much as uttered a single vulgar word when talking to me I will totally ignore her. Lucky for me I didn't get to talk to her.

None of us did.

She was permenantly glued to her phone as if she makes a few thousand bucks per minute. All throughout the movie her phone never left her hand, never had a chance to off the light for that matter. And directly after the show, she wanted to meet her friend, so didn't go with us to supper. What's the meaning of this?

I mean, if she just wanted a show she could've gone for it herself. There wasn't a need to bother Roy, for him to go all the way to Serangoon to pick her up and come back to Yishun again if she had no mind to even make friends with us. Like, hello? Do you even know the meaning of manners?

Great impression she left on us.

Anyway.

Helped out like a common coffeeshop helper yesterday at the coffeeshop where my mother works at. Not that I look down on coffeeshop helpers, I just don't want to be one. Felt like an idiot the whole time I was there. The only good thing about helping out there was I got this:



There was some grand event with some important people, and my mother didn't want those old aunties to serve those "important people". Ambassadors from god-knows-where, coming to sample Singaporean delights. These flowers were supposed to be on their table, but were removed when their food arrived. I was allowed to bring two of these home.

Zebra flowers and carnations, with hidden orchids, forget-me-nots and shooting stars. Nice combination, if not for the carnations. I'm not sure why, but I don't like carnations and tulips. Hmm. What flowers exactly do I like? I can't say for sure. Plus, the fun part would be to find out, wouldn't it (if you're not the stingy type)?

Anyway, look at this!



Cash's cage's new layout. Nice, eh? Cash loves it, he's been trying to tear them all apart but they're all fixed down. Ha!

Nice? Nice? (you better say nice or you'll be sorry)

Found this while I was helping Melvin source for blogskins. He's starting a new blog!

This is kinda.. plain. As in the colours are only in black and white. But the graphics are awesome! It's definately made for me. I like to keep things simple and nice (or in other words, plain).

I know that orange picture of me doesn't quite suit the big picture, but please bear with it until I get home and photoshop a darker picture to go along.

Links and archive's on the right. Just scroll down. Some linkies are removed, will add more when I get back later. Took the liberty of removing the taggy because the comments section comes with the skin. Comment, people, comment!

I love my new skin~! *gushes*

They say that the first step to cure an addiction, is to admit you have an addiction.

I admit! I have an addiction!

This addiction of mine isn't bad, it doesn't harm my health, in fact, it's perfectly healthy and good for me.

I am having the "LazyChoo" addiction.

Not that I want to cure this addiction, but openly admitting it doesn't hurt, does it?

This said LazyChoo is now occupying my bed, leaving me with nowhere to sleep. I don't mind. There's this unique smell of his wafting around whenever I lie down on my bed.

I love the way he adds a "darling" behind his sentences. The way he keeps smelling me. The cute magnetic way his hand is attracted to my waist. The sweet gesture of calling me at intervals during the day just to hear my voice. And I know there is so much more I can find out about him in the time to come.

Kinda' got influenced by April's latest post over at http://mytenfingers.blogspot.com/

Am feeling kind of hyper after going without sleep for the whole night, and I have a Math paper in an hour's time. Sucks, doesn't it?

Cash the African Grey's cage is cleaned and his new toys are in place. I can't wait to clean out Mika and Peaches the lovebirds' cages, hang in their new toys and send Tracy for a full grooming. Perhaps clean out the fish tank filter and give my terrapin a good scrub.

And perhaps clean up my room, revamp the whole thing next year. Dislodge the humongus wardrobe, pull down the entire bed and all the compartments, install a queen sized bed, exchange the bookshelf for a bigger one and find somewhere to dump my TV and stereo. Which probably means I'll be broke for a long time after I get my Mito.

My darling Mito is now sitting somewhere in a showroom at Wdls just waiting for me to go to him. I can hear it now.. Jasmine.. dear Jasmine.. come get me as soon as you can.. I want you so bad.. *imagination overdrive*

I want to paint my side mirrors black and do this!

Someone once told me regarding the things I do for Kenny, that he'd like to see how long I'm able to keep on exhausting myself for love.

From this I deduce that he probably thinks that I am still young, that when I get older I'd find that sooner or later I'll tire of doing all this. All I can say is that I cannot prove him wrong. I will get tired sooner or later. But as long as I am able to keep it up, I will.

No matter the level of maturity, we are all allowed to do stupid things in the name of love, are we not? Not that I'm saying all that I did were stupid per se; on the contrary, I think they contributed a lot to the relationship.

Think about it. Wouldn't the world be a lot nicer with a litte romance here, and a little spice there, perhaps a huge load of surprises and love? Or would you rather a boring relationship based on the usual everyday life basis?

Yes, one will eventually tire of being the one giving, but think of it this way. I have at least experienced love in a fun and unusual manner, I have at least gave my all (or tried to) in this relationship. I will never look back in regret and wish that I'd done more to keep the spice in the relationship. I can try to keep the spice in the relationship for as long as I can before it dies off into something that is taken for granted.

And who says couples can't have fun? Who made the commandment that a relationship has to turn bland with the passage of time? Who says that a date can only consist of dinner and a movie? You'd be surprised at what kind of dates I can plan, provided I have the help of my friends and the opportunity to present them of course. And no, I do not have an idea (yet), but given the occasion I think I can come up with something.

As long as I can, I will. When I can no longer try, perhaps a little help please?

Anyway, I do not regard that someone who made that comment as a person who is trying to dampen my fire. He is just perhaps a little skeptical because he himself has been hurt (or has hurt others) before too. And I thank him for making that comment, because it made me think in-depth about this subject. He was also the one who enlightened me about my expectations. He made me realize that one should not expect anything from my other half in a relationship.

Thanks, Roy.

Might sound a little unfair for me to be the one giving in the relationship, but hey, if it makes me happy... I'm happy doing the things I do for him. And that just about covers everything else.

I am Jazzyme! Adrian, I am Jazzyme! Not Jazzymin! Argh! *grins*

I'm only using Jazzymin in my blog URL because Jazzyme's been taken up by someone else before me. Darn. But I'm still Jazzyme!

Anyway, been following up on April's blog recently, and found this comment from one of her posts:

"Pathetic women like us tried to give in, because of love. Because we love them, we hate to see them miserable, that's why misery came to us instead.

I own a "my interest and feelings is more important than yours" type of boyfriend too... "

Perhaps most guys in relationships are like that. I feel for you girl, message me anytime you need someone to talk to.

English paper was easy peasy today, but due to lack of studying or even touching my books, I think I went horribly off-topic for my compo. Ah well.

It's amazing how Kenny is able to unwittingly pick me up during my most low moods, and unwittingly trash me down as easily as well. With a single phone call he erased all suicidal thoughts from my head. With another he put them all back.

And no, I am not suicidal right now.

Last night at his house was wonderful, magical, and I believe with some effort, I can make it all better. How about a tub of chocolate ice-cream and Hershey's chocolate syrup tomorrow night? *cheeky grin*

Topics lifted from April and Fie's blogs

7 things that scare me:

- Losing someone close to me
- Coming home to find the house on fire
- The dark hearts of men and how scary they can be when they turn the other cheek
- Being cast off by friends
- Kenny getting into an accident
- Anyone in the group getting into an accident
- Being stalked

7 things I like the most about me:

- Friendly
- Ability to adapt
- My sensuous body
- The desire to help others
- My artistic nature (although it brings me more pain than joy)
- The love I have for animals
- Being different; standing out from the crowd

7 things I hate the most about me:

- Too easy-going (lets people step all over me)
- Too altruistic
- Jack of all trades and master of none
- Being too sensitive to everything
- Weak-willed
- That I hurt myself when angry
- Being too different, people are not used to it

7 most important things in my room:

- My bed
- My messy table (a place for dumping stuff)
- My bedside lamp (for all those late night reads)
- My lovely air-con!
- My big bookshelf (not big enough, gonna get a bigger one)
- My Hi-fi
- My TV

7 random facts about me:

- I love Anderson's ice cream
- I talk animately to myself and to inanimate objects
- I still keep my baby clothes
- I need to have a weekly intake of alcohol or I'll start stoning
- I get meaner the closer it gets to my "time of the month"
- Although I don't show it, I'm a sucker for romance
- I do snap at people sometimes too

7 things I plan to do before I die:

- Settle down, get married, have kids and grandkids
- Have at least owned the range of class 2 bikes that I'm drooling over now
- Experience a love so great that it'd make me cry
- Travel around the globe
- Help as many people as I can, in as many ways I can
- Have my name carved into the bark of a tree that's going to stay there like, forever
- A little irrelevent, but if I were to have a gruesome death, I want to die riding

7 things I can't do:

- Be unsensitive
- Be unkind
- Eat 3 tubs of ice cream in one hour
- Give the middle finger to a certain oppresive gahmen
- Please the whole world
- Accomplish unfeasible goals although I do entertain thoughts of them
- Give my mother the life she wants

7 things I say the most:

- Duh!
- Yea, right
- o... kay...
- Nobody does it like this one lah
- Hie
- Wah lao!
- Don't want

7 celeb crushes:

- Louis Koo
- Donnie Yen
- Robbie Williams
- Eason Chan
- Johnny Depp
- J. Lo
- Mayday's Ah Xin

7 people I'll love to see doing this:

- Kenny
- Roger
- Jennifer
- Azly
- Aris
- Adrian
- Su

Woah.. Stomach's growling! Anyone to whisk me off to dinner?

As I walk along the shopping malls today, I see lots of decorations going up.

Christmas is near. Followed by my birthday, and then Valentine's day. I am so going to be broke! Present buying will surely give me migraine.

Anyway, with regards of the upcoming Christmas/birthday/Valentine's day, I have a few comments and pieces of useful information if you want to get me something.

1) I am deathly allergic to fake metal. The least I can tahan is 925 silver, and even with that I sometimes have allergies. Which means if you're getting anything shiny for me it's going to be expensive so I would advise you against it.

2) I like books. Big, interesting books. No romance novels please. How about some thrills, mystery and horror?

3) I have a fetish for handmade things. End of story.

4) I have an exceptional interest in something called the Sylvanian Family. Especially the whole series of doll houses. But, it's going to be expensive as well, so I would advise against this as well.

5) Anything and everything to do with bikes. Oh, and I need a pair of nice gloves.

6) Small thoughtful things that I'd never think of. With sincerity please.

The world is unfair. The promise of a better life, filled with rich memories and thoughts that tomorrow will be a better day, is nothing but an illusion.

The unfairness of being slapped gawd knows how many times when I did not do anything to deserve it, had me driving myself up against the wall, again and again until my head splits and blood gushes forth. Ok that was an exaggeration, there's only a small patch of congealed blood, and a humongous bump on the left side of my forehead.

I look like a bloody Luo Han fish now, complete with a huge kok.



Picture's quite blur. It's not as bad as it looks.

Finally! The computer has been shifted back into the living room again. Huge fight last night, resulting in the shift.

Change of plans for my bike. If the red Cagiva Mito is still there at the same price when I get my licence, it's a Mito for me. If it's not, and I can't find any other Mitos going under 4k, then it's TZM for me.

Exam period. Might not be coming in as often. Am so going to work my ass off the moment my exams finish. Anyone who knows of anywhere that's looking for staff? City area, 8-5 job please. I want to be able to go home with Kenny.

Chalet was a success! Except for a few major glitches here and there, it was overall quite fun for all.

Couldn't remember what was so fun about the chalet, the major glitches left a very deep impression on my mind. What was fun was cycling around the whole of ECP on the second day when most of them weren't there yet. Swimming and a little bit of sun-tanning, some barbequing when most of them arrived, the arrival of his friends and a great big disappointment later, funny things happened.

Nothing that I want to remember, except that I dragged Roger out for a talk about Jacq, *missing part here* and *missing part here*, a long walk in the rain with Roger and having Darryl drive over with Roy and Jacq for breakfast, packing up and running off.

Was kinda nice having Kenny stay over for the day at my place, so comfortable. I love him, and maybe I shouldn't be thinking or feeling so much because maybe I'm expecting too much of him.

Why am I always the one to please? Why am I always the one who is always afraid that I'll be giving others a bad impression? Why is it that nobody ever cares whether they give me a good or bad impression? Why am I always the one to put in all her efforts while being taken for granted by everyone?

Why do I let everyone step all over me? Everyone, including even my own sister. Might as well make a big wooden sign that says "Hey! Step all over me!" and ram the bloody end of the handle down my brain.

Great mood I'm in, huh? Anyway, these are the pictures that I feel like showing. Still waiting for Alan to send me to rest of the pictures.



Our bunch of friends.



His bunch of friends.

Nothing much happened these few days, just working and rushing. Not to mention yet another mahjong session at Roy's last night.

The planning for the chalet has taken an upward turn with the inclusion of Kenny. We're going shopping for the BBQ food and stuff on Thursday! Kenny's helping me plan the amount of food and stuff, my sister's planning on things to do at the chalet, and Mom's helping to marinate the food.

Got so tired of working yesterday that I actually hid in the toilet and wrote absolute rubbish in my little notebook that I carry with me everywhere. I had this funny idea of staying inside the toilet for one whole hour until Roger comes to pick me up. But, as usual, I had to go out and entertain the customers because they were there for me.

I don't understand why. In my short time with the company, I already have a few group of loyal fans who only goes when I'm there, I have had at least two marriage proposals, one of which includes the plans of having 7 kids (OMFG), the management and the other girls hate me because I'm always late and I seem to be snatching all the customers with them but they can't get rid of me because many of the biggest customers threatened not to come when I told them I was resigning, and bouquets of funny funny flowers that I haven't even heard of before arriving at my workplace for me.

Gawd.. scary..

Pictures with customers taken almost everytime I'm there. Different tables trying to snatch my attention. Customers from the same table almost fighting over my attention. I feel almost like a celebrity there. This may sound good to you, but in truth it's really scaring me. Not to mention putting stress on me as well. Like, hello? I'm there to work! All I'm supposed to do is to sit down and talk with the customers, I'm not supposed to deal with all this! ARGH!

Don't feel like talking about it anymore.

It's settled! We're going to Outback Steakhouse for dinner tommorow, and Moonfish for desserts. Greedy, aren't we?

Plan for tomorrow: Wake Kenny up for work, have him drop me off at the MRT station, head to Mandai to visit my brother's plaque, head home and have a shower, head to Suntec to pick up things, get a haircut, get back to SSDC by 4.40pm for my theory practice and RTT, get picked up by Kenny and head home before going out to Millenia walk to pick up my pay and have dinner with Kenny. I am so going to pass out if I don't sleep tonight.

Had supper with Kenny, Sam and Anthony today. While eating, a bunch of Aprilla 125s appeared. Seemed like they were having a gathering or something. I don't see what's the big deal about Aprillas except for their prices, which were on par with Meetos. Meetos are actually quite awesome, and I would've gotten one if I had the money. But for now, I'm not thinking too much and going through with my license first, get a TZM and treat it like my baby until my next piece of machinery comes when I get my 2A license.

I... need... sleep..!