ね～～ I wanna eat cake. I don't care what type it is, just as long as it has strawberries on top, I'll be happy. Currently, I've no time (or rather lazy) and no one to go with to go cake-tasting. I really don't know what Ive been doing. Sometimes I don't even think I'm a girl... Haha, it's like, I don't try to dress up (cos I cant, my wardrobe is rather plain, I don't buy my own clothes...), I don't go to get my nails or brows done, and I get a haircut once a year at some random salon. Now, I can't eat a cake. It's like, so frustrating, living with my mom. She likes to nag about living expenses and stuff, it makes me wish I graduated and own a stable job already. Just so I can move out and live life unhindered by her rules ="=. The way it's going, I'll end up looking like a granma before I hit 20. T.T

Speaking of working, I heard (from an undisclosed source) I'll be working at Eyepower studios. Hm, I've never heard of this company before, but the web is sooooo 可愛い, I can't wait to work there. And it's a 30 min walk from home. Pretty cool, somehow. But I just hope mom doesn't ask me to eat lunch with her everyday ="=... Now I regret letting her know where I work. I wonder if I can use this as an excuse to buy new clothes, more feminine ones, because I definitely hate dressing like a guy!!! I just don't understand why she can't she that, when I vehemently rejects wearing my bros' clothes. NO WAY!! I'm not a butch! Go donate to some gender-defunct androgynous asexual amoeba next door. I'm not wearing those!!! I have unsuccessfully tried to toss out those silly guy Tees she bought during those trips to M'sia. The next time I toss it, I'll be taking a bus straight to Salvation Army instead of leaving it out at the front door ="= Hopefully this new job pays well. Ok, it's not suppose to be a pay, it's allowance. Cos it's pittance to be called pay. MOM will sue them, however they work. I mean, programming from 8am-6pm, 5 day week for 3 months is somewhat like a full-time job for 3 months ain't it? Anyway. I'll be happy if I get to keep 10% of my pay. Mom has a tendency to keep my pay in he bank. What good does it do you to put ALL your money into the bank after all those hardwork? Makes you think why you work so hard for right? I mean, yea, I aim for an apartment in Paris, a マンシオン　in Japan, designer clothes, a weekly chocolate buffet etc etc, but a few hundred dollars in the bank is rather a paltry sum to contribute to my savings now right? As if it could help on a rainy day, what with SG being such an expensive place to live in ="= 　とにかく、just lemme spend some on pampering my tired body and soul yea?

*sigh* guess it's no use. She doesn't know I keep a blog, and will never believe I have a blog. Cos, I'm not entitled to have an opinion until I bring the bacon home. Bah. Even if she allows, I have no one to go with to enjoy myself.

Oh well, time to go back to the Mom-fearing me. Might change my blog layout soon... =)

p.s: ms Jaime brought us to this nice hawkerplace to eat. But I forgt whr it was. Wanted to try the curry chicken, but didn't. Being sick sucks. At first, I tot it was some restuarant with cakes. But turns out otherwise =/ oh well... Wanted to eat something like that:

Chocolate Chiffon cake

Lemon chiffon cake