Families are difficult to handle. They’re your blood, but sometimes they’re the last people on the face of this earth that you want to see. Sometimes, even if you had to choose between never seeing a single person and being stuck in a room with one of them, you’d probably choose the former.

You can choose friends, but you can’t choose family. Sometimes I wish that wasn’t the case.

I was at the Wisma taxi stand today and was waiting for my cab to come, when all of a sudden I received this message (from the cab driver):

I ll b there in 1 min. Start counting now ,59,58,57…29,28,27…9,9,7…….oh No iss ‘R E D LI G H T ‘ Sorry may b late. SMRT Taxi no xxxxJ.

(I’ve removed his taxi number because I’m a kind person.)

Anyhow, so I was staring - flabbergasted - at the message with Belle, when my phone rang and an indignant cab driver bellows into my ear, “MISS WHERE ARE YOUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Word to the wise: next time, factor in the reaction time when you’re going to send such a strange message before you can expect your passengers to start counting down as instructed.

Mr Wang’s take on some of the comments made.

So I finished studying Contract Law today (just Tort of Negligence to go! woot) and I decided that I deserved a break - some teevee would do me just fine.

What’s on the telly? HEARTLANDERS. Bad acting. Bad brooding. Terrible English. The only character that speaks proper English speaks it with a fudging accent. The rest are speaking this very forced variety of pseudo Singlish where the lah-s, -loh-s and various other colloquialisms sound worse than when my gwailo tries to say “Kopi-C Siu Tai Da Bao”.

I need to fast-forward through the next few minutes, why can’t Gilmore Girls just START. Or why can’t my stupid OC episode hurry up and finish downloadingggggggggggggggggggg

HAAAADUKEN! I love the last picture.

I just bit my tongue. There’s a HUGEASS cut in it now and it was bleeding all over the place. Didn’t really compromise the taste of my ha cheong kai nor fu yong dan that I was eating at the Amoy St Kah Soh restaurant, but I have a feeling that it’s going to develop into a hugeass ulcer despite my best efforts to douse it in salt.

Rawr. I hate ulcers. I already have one on my lip, dammit.

Alrighty, so I have done virtually zero preparation for my upcoming exams, and they’re very soon. And now that this month’s poptart, West Side Story, and my inaugural visit to The Picturehouse for Three Times (pretty interesting and beautiful cinematography, but excruciatingly slow and I just didn’t get some of their arthousey effects) are over, there really aren’t many excuses left.

Alright. Hello textbooks, hello piles of notes. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. *jabjab

Oh dear. (via notchy)

My girlfriend likes The Emancipation of Mimi. Help.

Let it be known that I have not been trying to persuade my girlfriend to pontang work. I just hope that she will. And that she hasn’t yet (and probably never will - since she now knows what I’m hoping) should be taken as testament to her massive will power and amazing sense of self-discipline.

-sniff.