Despite me being caught in the rain today, spilling food over my clothes and falling down in front of the entire PR class, I still had a pretty good day.

His dad wants me to call him "Dad" and insists that I come over for dinner because he's worried that I don't get enough food. I feel so loved. I don't know why he's worried though because ever since I've met Alfiean, I've been gaining weight like crazy. I could almost be mistaken for a whale.

Before I met Alfiean, I had a waist he could wrap ONE hand around. Now, it only happens on "good days" according to him. -bursts into tears. It's not my fault I have an aspiring chef as a boyfriend who keeps shovelling food into my mouth and takes offence when I balk. BAHH.

He brought me to Batam yesterday to pick something up from his maid or something like that. OMG, I've just realised how badly overpriced Singapore is. $11 for a pack of cigarettes when I could easily acquire the same in Batam at $1? Screw you, TAXES.

I miss my mum. I know I should talk to her but wounded pride is stopping me. Someone tell me it'll all be okay.

P.S. In dire need of a laptop. If anyone wants to sell theirs, can sell one to me at a good price or knows of anyone who wants to sell their laptops, please email me at caramelle@gmail.com. Thank you.