I woke up with dad barging into my room (where’s my privacy??) and apparently I’m late to rise again. Visa day! Ah! So I dressed and… it didn’t meet his requirement. Go make visa must wear formal. What?? So I panicked, where can I find formal attire? My skirts are all in Singapore.
Then it hit me. Ah! My white ‘wedding’ dress! That Auntie Lilee gave me! Wheee! It’s saved my sorry ass twice already! The first was when I had absolutely nothing suitable to wear to Jean’s bro’s wedding dinner. And she showed up at my house with that beautiful dress! Ah!! 
and today again it saved my burnt ass from the fire breathing gorilla.
Things just doesnt work out doesnt it? First no more travelling with DuRong. Now I totally cannot travel at all!! I’m stuck in the UK!!
I’m feeling very frustrated and stressed and down. I’m just…I just don’t know what to do anymore. Am I supposed to go there in the first place?
