a happy day to my wonder mom, who'd say the same things to me every time on the phone, who thinks my dress sense is bizarre, who keeps me at home when i'm home and who asks me not to be out when i'm here in S'pore, who doesn't compliment my anything and doesn't at all believe that i'm cute and that people think i look good, who thinks she looks really good and young and only-she-can-fill-in-the-blank-here.

i love the same old "take care" and "live proper" and "study hard" of hers over the phone. i love to stay home when i'm home, cuz she seems to enjoy my jokes. i love explaining to my mom how the way i dress is really decent. and by the way, my mom also thinks i'm smart (bloody smart after my self promotion tales). and she's proud of me. and i think she's looking better and better (no Oedipus complex here).

what's good this week is: 1. seeing Janice and Camy all good with the boys, and seeing them move, 2. A Midsummer Night's Dream, which was incomplete to me, 3. meeting Raj my hotFRONT boy (who calls me sexyBACK) at both MOS and Zouk. to think we only met twice in the 3 years of a lot like friendship.

and the baddest thing that could've happened, and happened, is some weird sickness which has me vomiting bad food and nice food and tasteless food, like a bulimic anorexic. argh i don't wanna mention the other bad boy; it's a bit too distasteful here.