Whatever doesn't breaks me...

....makes me stronger. I've heard this phrase so countless times and got motivated by it more than enough times, but this time I feel like I'm reaching that point of no return. There's only so much my ego, patience and dignity could tolerate. My patience is simply living on borrowed time!

Lets just say I've had a turbulent 4 days from Thursday right up to today (Sunday). Lets begin with Thursday, the Tertiary Fling 4 party @ MoS was 'as usual' in most aspect such as the queue la, the number of ppl puking, gotten too high and stuffs like that. I wouldn't term it as great, neither would I term it as a disaster. Its' pretty average to me. Thursday was also the first time I party with Jeremy and Lester, awhile at least haha. The only sour point of the night was when some shamless brat kept pouring my martel like it belongs to him!





Friday was a real disaster though. I seriously could stand that fucked up woosy no more, not only did she abused her authority by crumbling my MC, smashing my medicine onto the floor, huring things at me and threathening to hit me with a glass ruler. By all means, go ahead and hit me. I wished she did, that would have got her into even deeper shite!

It's a real shame that such a country like Singapore would allow the army to 'play by ranks'. Are they telling me that human rights do not exists in the army? Does being a high ranking officer gives u the authority to hurl objects, tear up MCs and threathen someone whose rank's lower than you?

My patience's really living on borrowed time, I've got no idea how long I'm able to tolerate all these shits.

If Friday was a black day, then Saturday was surely a red day. Reason being my beloved Liverpool finally beating the chelski shite in the league. The game and victory certainly made my day. It was just the tonic I needed to get Friday outta my mind. Darling and I cooked extra spicy black pepper steak for dinner as well. Just a simple dish but it was certainly spicy haha! Been a long time I had someone cooking, doing the dishes and going grocery shopping with me. What a warmth feeling :)





I learned that within a space of 24hrs, things could certainly change. Sunday came and suddenly the thoughts of tomorrow being an extremely-more-dreadful-than-ever Monday made me sick right in the stomach.

I have never dread going back there as much as I'm feeling right now. I have no idea how the hell I'm gonna react but one thing for sure I would wear a mask no more. Man, how much I dread today being Sunday!! If only everyday's a Friday or Saturday............uGhh!!


And this is my latest dish - Sunday Cheese Pasta! =p