i didn't know that there's flea market over at changi village every saturday night.
papa brought us there to have ayam penyet yesterday,and we were strolling around,spotted the flea market along the road.
and gah!i was drooling and having my eyes on those pretty frilly dresses which were super cheap.
but the thing is,i am fucking broke,and there's no way neither mama nor papa will spare me some cash.
so that was it.saturday,changi village,ayam penyet,found a flea market,left empty handed.and i was pretty disappointed.
but the ice cream that we had before going home,made me a happy kiddo once again.
i've always love ice cream and sweet cravings.makes me feel so good.
friday,my beloved sandals gave way at work.
and i have to use staples all around the soles just to keep them together.
but the sharp ends pricked every part of my feet and i had to practically dragged my feet all the way from work,to mama's workplace to wash up before meeting hafiz over at town.
and yet again,though i was broke(still am), i had to get new footwear.
so i dragged hafiz to far east,wasn't liking the slippers there cause i wanted to go over to Mphosis but i was pretty sure they are expensive.
i settled for a black slip-ons hafiz chose,and it's seriously comfortable,except for the fact that the linings are biting on my blisters,but it'll gets better over time,i'm sure.
and the time spent at town was short.
had dinner at BK,hafiz was almost furious all the way with the fact that he had to fork out his savings to pay for his fines(he went thru 3 ERP gantries without having cashcards on Thursday),both of us were broke,but he still bought himself a nice black pair of shoes,and by 8pm,we were already making our way back home.
oh gawd,if only i'm not broke.
yes,totally broke and its sucking the life out of me.
never felt this broke in my entire life.(look how much i've emphasised on BROKE)
i even told hafiz i want to take up another job,but it'll be crazy for me,to be working on weekdays and on weekends too.bah.
whatever the weather,will be better.come on at least 2 more weeks.
come on payday,i BAADDLY need you.
and gawd.
i don't know why but i fucking hate work.
i hate myself under the sun.
i can't work for shits.
i'm turning so dark i can't even see myself(okie,tu bedek).
i feel like killing all the snails i found in the garden(no matter how much i shouted at the others not to kill them because i adore snails).i feel like kicking every vases there are in the nursery.i feel like chopping down all the trees until the whole garden is botak.i don't care how berserk i'm going to be.(maybe i'll do them at the end of the 16th week *raise left eyebrow*)
oh please,just 11 more weeks(11 MORE WEEKS?!?!)
i am enduring.(oh,and i can't believe i took my first M.C on tuesday.one day of unintended M.C which i wanted to keep it and use it nearing the end if the 15th week.)
work and financial stability have driven me to the deepest of the deepest core of the earth(oh by the way,side-tracked,Earth Hour is super cool.SAVE THE EARTH!)
the only thing that keeps me sane,is watching Hannah Montana.
all the episodes there are on surfthechannel.com.
i can't wait to spend my sunday evening over at Pina's house later.
meeting the cousins will surely brings smiles.
and i'm craving for nenek's sambal tumis telur.
*licking my lips*
