Month: October 2004

(Sunday bloody Sunday) How Long Must We Sing This Song?

What can I say? Mom apologised to me. She said she had been constipating for weeks hence the rage. We both laughed it off.

I have 3 papers to write. Already feeling slightly anxious. Must do well. Must do well. Don’t procrastinate, Kim. Bear in mind the scholarship next year, Kim. Bear in mind!

I wish I had more health concious friends. I need an exercise partner but so far response has been lukewarm. Not that I can’t go jogging or swimming alone, but it’s too dangerous nowadays. You never know who is observing your every movement.

Going to Regent Hotel tomorrow for some focus group thing. I’ll get to earn RM170 for 1.5 hours. Hehehe. Easy money. But I’ll have to skip accounting class. That’s a bummer.

Why isn’t there any decent weekend job in the city? I’m available from Friday to Sunday. Anyone knows anyone knows anyone with jobs to offer, do email me at kimberly.low@gmail.com. No orange juicing at hypermarkets, please.

Tea Issue.

You know what, this morning I got yelled at by Mom cause I drank her tea. Yes, you hear me. I DRANK HER TEA (some detox tea, actually). What the fuck? Apparently, she had brewed it overnight so that she could drink it 1st thing in the morning. But nada notice from her. At 3am in the morning I thought it was a mug of tea waiting to turn into a bacterial pond, so I gulped it down and washed the mug. So much for being a help around the house. At 9am she banged my door like a dinosaur trying to murder me and shouted profanities at me. Truly, I’m traumatised and eternally scarred by the whole incident. My day was so ruined, I decided to stay in bed the whole fucking day (not without random emergency trips to the loo though) and yes, I just woke up. Sometimes, I’m amazed at the kind of rage my Mom could pull off.

Sweet like an angel one minute, crazymadass murderer the next. Be patient, Kim. It’s only a year more to go. One more freakin’ year and you’re out of here. Yes, I’m going to move away even if it means washing dishes at the other end of the earth.

When I was 10, I wanted to moved to another town.

Now 20, I want to move to another country.