4^th December 2002

November has come and gone. And 31^st is drawing near.

The bolognaise simmers over the stove, sending it’s onion and tomato packed scent wafting through the kitchen. 

I’ve not gotten any more hardworking since the last entry. A new design is set for the site, I still have not received my cheques, plans to Singapore just ran into the big wall of transportation woes and my monetary worries have still not yet cleared itself…or get cleared. Technically, I’m bankrupt. It’s just the declaring that makes the diff. 

Rain continues to pour on this rather gloomy Wednesday afternoon. Better now than later at the event I say.

Time to check on the bolognaise…although frankly I prefer my pasta with simple parsley and olio.

Ahhh, it smells better everytime doesn’t it? Food that is.

Day and night, it’s thinking of work or thinking where to find work. It doesn’t stop does it. Which makes we wonder what am I going to do with it all when I have to go back to uni (here that is).

My mum’s getting completely out of hand in trying to shape my sister’s education. Picking up from where she had apparently ‘failed’ with me, she’s taken the liberty to shove programs and college’s of  HER choice down my sisters throat. So now she’s forced to go to T.A.R college where no one can manage English sentences and the courses are shitty. Why? Just because it’s supported by the MCA and my mum’s a pro-chinese-forever person. And as a silencer, she’s offered my sister the flexibility of quitting before the next intake at another uni should she want to. It’s a trap in all forms, and I hope she finds the exit.

Need to relax the mind now, and make my way to the telly before my guest arrives.

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