i'm eating kit kats everyday

Leh. How? It's so damn yummy.

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My no. is +447876110976.

depending on circumstances

This may be my last post for a while. I found out that my new flat has internet, just that it's between this 2 girls sharing and it's not wireless. So I will suggest to her if I get the wireless router, maybe we can share the internet. In that case, I might still be able to come online.

If not, then let's hope my company did not block out blogger. If they do, then you just have to email me.

P.S. I'm so pissed Brazil lost.

Anyways, I wore my England jersey out today and went to watch at not one, but two English pubs. Cos I wanted to see how different it might be. Turned out it's all the same - Brits screaming cmon England and clapping and cheering and cursing and swearing. But it was good fun really, except when they lost.

I brought my cammie out but in all excitement I forgot to take it out to take pictures of the scene. Besides I was more interested in the post win celebration to take pictures but there was none. So shrugs.

Today, I suffered such a double whammy. Both teams I like lost. Luckily there was a great (free!) dinner I enjoyed.

Now I am all for Italy. But I have this feeling Germany will go through.

housing bluez

tmd. the girl that was supposed to share room with me gave me the erm erm thing now. and i am going to be evicted this weekend.

tmd.

so now how? all the houses i have been looking at and looking for are all double rooms.

tmd.

so pissed. i'm sure in the end something will work out and i will find a fantastic room with nice roommate and nice house (hopefully) but now i just have to be pissed.

i have 2 freaking days to find the perfect home. and don't have money to pay for deposit. i dunno how man. but i'd sort it out.

growing fat

I think I'd start to grow fat. After the (lack of effort) losing weight. Which I don't think it was a lot anyway. Now that I started working, I take the bus everywhere. I no longer walk cos I'm in my heels. I also discovered the wonders of Chocolate moouse from Tesco. It's yummy, rich creamy chocolate that is so smooth and melts in your mouth. And it's only 69p for a pack of 6 (very small ones - which is good cos one a day ain't all that bad).

And cos now I have so much exams to study for, I need comfort food. And i find it in Kit kat.

happy monthsary

Of leaving SG. It will say 3am on my post but it's still 8pm which is still 27th which was the day I left Singapore.

It has been the most exciting month of my life (actually I can't really say if it was really better than that month of backpacking 2 years ago) but I guess I've never been to so many places in so little time and did so many things.

I went to

Thailand to shop
Munich to visit Alvin
Frankfurt to visit Dominik
Rome to visit xxx
in 2 weeks, and

London to find a job
Liverpool to see the stadium
Stratford upon Avon to watch Shakespeare
London and found a job

all in 30 days. And I should be moving out to a new place over the weekend. So exciting.

But now I have to focus on my test after test. Failing will lead to being boot out of the job and for obvious reasons I really want the job.

But the training manual is as thick as any textbook we used in Uni. SIGH. Back to school.

So study I have to now. Ciao.

The italian penalty

Oh Aussies I feel so unjust for you. You put on a good fight, and had so much ball possession. You tried so hard, and the penalty wasn't even really justified.

But alas that is the beauty of the game. Human flaws because humans are flawed.

Oh Totti oh Totti, if you appear in my face, look at me with that intense passion you had in your eyes before you kicked the ball, I will just melt into a puddle of melted gelato. Or just float right up into the sky.

Watching it in a pub with my multi national colleagues wasn't so good an idea. When the scored I screamed out loud in joy and the Aussies just had the saddest most disappointed look in their face Even the English mates felt sorry for them. I felt guilty feeling happy about their loss.

But c'mon man. How can Italy not make it to the quarters? Let alone be knocked out by the Socceroos?

Impossible lah.

I love the World Cup. It makes my loneliness less obvious because I can just spend hours watching it. And before long you realise oh its 10. Wash clothes, iron clothes, shower, pack, make sandwich for lunch, write journal, study for test or go online and it's time for bed.

P.S. It's probably old news, but don't you realise you get treated better when you are nicely dressed in a suit? TMD STUPID SUPERFICIAL HUMANS! (but this is such a great excuse to dress up and look great)

At one point tonight (now, actually) I got so pissed off staring at the green white and red flag showing when I click CALL on skype that I really thought this is it. I had enough. Either he comes to the UK, or I will get another fucking freckled Brit-ish man.

And I waited till 1.32am to call. But the Vodafone woman told me in Italian that the subscriber you're calling cannot be reached. KNNBCCB.

TMD. I fucking had such an fucking awful day, and I am here willing to fucking pay the 50 cents per minute to whine and I fucking cannot get through.

KNNBCCB

I cannot decide between being an underwriter or an AE.

I realise how sucky the time difference is. When I wake up in the mornings, I barely have time to be online. And that is 2pm at home. No one's really online. By the time I get home and log on, it's 3am and no one is online again. I try to call people and they are asleep. And I do miss you. If only we could chat.

The only other call I can make is to Italy, though after these 3 months of struggle I am still struggling to wiggle myself out of the situation, especially now because of the extremely expensive IDD calls despite the geographical location.

Anyway my life is starting to settle down a bit. I just need my "permanent" home and I'm all settled. I love my first day at work. It's quite intensive with too much information thrown at me, but I like the idea how they EXPECT you to be intelligent. And I am working with a bunch of smart ass people. I've never really been in a company like that. I mean no offence really, but it's different when it's with a bunch of energetic twentysomething graduates plus some seniors who are even smarter. And the work in intense, but I will learn quite a lot from it. And pocket quite a reasonable amount of money, and add proudly to my CV that I worked for the largest financial institution in London.

And the fact that I can wear my very corporate looking clothes (without sweating like a pig), strut down the Central London CBD area where a lot more people are in suits and feel important. As it gets colder I will take my trench coat and boots out. Did I also mention I bought a leather jacket.

I am truly happy and have not regret for one second my decision to do this. I do miss home, but this is truly remarkable. And it's crazy to see how many people do this (Aussies, Kiwis, Americans) but Singaporeans don't. I cannot speak how much I am benefitting from this because this is all just starting, but I am so proud (and I cannot help but be haolian about it I'm sorry) that I am doing this and everything is going on well. I'm happy. And I know that you are happy for me too.

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