The Ripped Soul

Before I blabber on, here's a shoutout to my stalker-friend-who-turns-17-today:

HAPPY BURRRRRFDAY RACHELLE! (:

And Steve's a year and a month old in my house today.. so yup, Mr Tuxedo had fish fillet for breakfast as his morning treat. Happy birthday Steve!

Ahem. Went for mass last Sunday. Found out I still can sing.. even after quitting and not going to church for 1286547832654 weeks. No parts for Sops now. THIS IS DARN SICKENING UH. Mass is uber boring without it. Ha, another thing I'll never forget - what Drey said when I sang next to her during practice.

"wah.. I'm not used to someone singing so loud beside me.."

Thanks ar Drey.... That's a real nice warm comfy welcome. (:

Saw Ernie, Aloy and Fonz and the kids and Andrea and Andrew and Irene. Felt like bloody Peter Pan after looking at Ernie and her nicesh hairrr and her uber expensive makeup. She looks like some model out of Vogue magazine or something uh. Stef's grown taller.. she's already at my height. Colleen's become more of an ahlian. The dressing, the style... I guess she'd be saying worx and lorsxz and lahxzs in a matter of time to come. So many changes..

PLOP.

Bloody hell, just for how long have I been skipping mass?! All these changes within 3 weeks? Imfuckingpossible.

Other than that.. Sent in job application form to gv. Sent in job application form to trus.

So now we wait. For that bloody phone call.

And looks like I'll have to attend mass every sunday now. Well, exceptionally on Palm and Easter Sunday since Drey asked.... but the rest cos Gen is STILL threatening me. wtfmwle.

Now if only I could somehow grab hold of her phone and delete my number... hmm..