First, the bad news:

Dad’s blockage decidedly went up by 10%, but he went against what i told him (“did you?!?! i didn’t remember you saying anything against me leaving!”), and refused surgery and has since discharged himself.

i was so disappointed, i kinda started going off at him. he doesn’t believe in invasive surgery, and wants to “cure himself”. ok, so you tried to cure yourself of so many shit in the past. the only thing i have SEEN happening to you is get worse.

whatever dad. you are making me scared and pissy.

now the good:

Our new place is in desperate need of chairs, table surfaces and more chairs. Specifically, we need a dining table and a couch. Waifie had a futon, but the bolts went missing, so now he has a mattress for a futon bed, but no futon.

i brought him around the area because he’s still getting familiar with this place, then we walked into vinnies and salvo shops.

Vinnies turned up a good number of good stuff for decorations, but nothing in the line of those 2 items we need.

Then we went to Salvos.

and when waifie walked out, it was like, “there it was, just waiting for us to come find it.”

it was a futon with no mattress and missing 2 bolts. i don’t think they realise that’s all it’s missing. TWO bolts. They were going to give it to us, but when waifie mentioned the missing 2 bolts, he said it’s us for 50 cents.

fine. then another look, and we saw the perfect little dining table. it’s just good for 2 people, but that’s fine since we are kinda poor at the moment. it’s a little scratched and scuffed, both on the table and its accompanying chairs (which had those cane backings).

i didn’t have a good look at it, but just the main scuffs which isn’t a huge problem.

it’s coming in tomorrow, the dining table cost us 25 bux, the transportation $40 and it’s a steal (plus we found 5 bux on the ground) with the bolts being 2.95 for a packet of 10 bolts.

i bought some spray paints and stuff, and i will re-do the dining table the moment i can ^_^ i am so proud of myself. will show you guys the before and after picts of the dining table

ok, so you know, i would pose as a lesbian at work sometimes. to customers, it’s to ward off unwanted attention from customers – aka, i won’t give you my number coz my girlfriend right there wouldn’t be happy. To colleagues, it’s just a joke. i can’t remember how it started but i guess the accumulated admiration of all the nice ass and tits out here got the tag hung on me.

 but i have never gone to school and behaved like that. not just because it’s not proper, i don’t hang out with classmates or people at uni enough to be… so informal.

anyways, to put it simply, only people who have seen me at work would know about my wierd side.

so yesterday, i went for Peita’s farewell. i got off the bus at the interchange. there was a queue going back up the bus, so the crowd’s pretty much going down south. right when i walked near the end of the queue, this indian chick who was standing there quietly with her friend, suddenly turn towards me, and stepped infront of my path.

“hey chick in pink top, want to look under my skirt?”

WHAT? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU!!

i just pretended not to know she was talking to me, did a swerve and walked the other way. dear God.

i think i was pretty freaked out for the rest of the night.