Maybe most of you would have heard about it already. But anyway, my dad has accepted a job offer in Shanghai and he is going back to Shanghai on the 11th of July. And he’ll be back again in September for a checkup.
I’m excited that he is going back to work again! HEHE.
And yes, my mum will be going too.
I called Singapore for the first time since I got to Adelaide today, and my mum was working so she couldn’t talk, called my grandmother’s place and found out that my dad wasn’t around to take my call either. I think my parents have abandoned me! 
Anyway, so I spent the past half an hour whining to my grandmother about how the rice here isn’t as fragrant as the Thai rice that we get back in Singapore and how I’m starting to run low on cash to get food and how I don’t get yummy Cantonese-style herbal soups anymore. So she told me to bear with it and she’ll make loads of soup for me when I go back at the end of the year 
. She also told me that I should learn how to boil them myself, but I don’t think they have the chinese herbs here. And I complained about a whole bunch of other stuff which I can’t remember now.
Because I can’t stop eating. GAH.
Mum being dubious about my photography skills and a really happy dad
It was claypot rice, soup, yummy sugarcane juice, char kway tiao and popiah. Totally bloated right now, but the food was good! As you can all see from the huge smile on my dad’s face.
Stir it up!
The mixing of the yummy claypot rice, all my dad did was sit by and talk. Haha.
The parents are back from Hong Kong! And what my mum found when she came was a bowl of moldy macaroni that the brother left behind. Gross. And I just found out that the cousin left a smelly bowl of goodness-knows-what in the microwave. It’s a spoilt and sour-smelling. I didn’t dare touch it and slammed the microwave door close and didn’t say a word about it being in there. Why? Because I’m afraid that the mother would start nagging me to get it out and wash it. Yucks. Sorry, I don’t think I’m exactly housewife material. Hopefully someone will discover it there soon, or I’ll just have to risk it and start screaming ‘Ah!! What’s that in the microwave??’ and pretend that I never knew it was there in the first place. Hehe. I’m a terrible daughter, seriously.
My dad came back and showed off his new pouch that can be converted into a backpack. Apparently, the backpack straps can be pulled out from some pocket and taadaaa~ you have a mini backpack! The mum got me this hair drying cloth thingy, it’s suppose to suck the water out of the wet hair, better than wrapping your hair in a towel! Will test it out tonight. Hehe.
I’m craving ribena, but it’s raining and the parents aren’t going grocery shopping. In fact, they’re in the room napping right now. Tsk, I think they’ve already semi-retired. Advantages of being diagnosed with brain cancer I guess?
The mum said I lost weight! Yay. Although I just weighed myself last night and I think the scale just went up by one kilogram! AAHH~~!!
I’ve started working again! I’m tired due to the severe lack of sleep. You see, during the time I wasn’t working, I only sleep at about 2am and wake up at 1pm the next day. Yeah, I’m more or less nocturnal. I like it that way as everyone would be asleep, then there’ll be no one to bother me. Hehe.
So anyway, due to work. I haven’t had the time to blog, let alone finish Prison Break season 3! Sigh, work has taken over my life. And I’m not even a workaholic to start with. Sigh. N works at the same place as me now (but different departments), and she’s just as tired as I am. Plus, she seem to have more work to do than I do! Poor thing.
And not too many days ago, there was a cockroach in the restroom! OMG. I was using the toilet halfway, then suddenly the stupid cockroach ranscrambled into my cubicle. I FREAKED! I swallowed my scream and prayed like mad that it’ll just disappear. But it didn’t, and just crawled out of the cubicle. After a few seconds, it came right back in! So obviously I was freaking out in the cubicle, not knowing what to do. Anyway, in the end I managed to get out of the restroom alive, but with probably 5 years of my life scared away. Now, I’ll live 5 years lesser in this dying world.
I announced to the entire department that there was a cockroach in the restroom, and no one dared to use that restroom after that. The pest-control was called in, the cockroach was supposedly killed. But I still had a phobia, even up till today, I’ll pause outside the 3 cubicles for awhile contemplating which cubicle to use. The left one, the middle one or the one on the right?
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