The past couple of weeks have been insane. Frustrations on top of frustrations running amok in my head but all is fine now. At least I've sent them off on holiday so they won't be back till the next 'time of the month'. On a different note, I've been bumming in between jobs for almost 2months now and still can't seem to find a job that stretches on for 1month and over. Thankfully, I've been temping here and there - for a few days, a few weeks. I suppose it's all better than nothing while being patient for a better one to come along. Then again, being patient is one thing; I was on the verge of ripping Steve's my hair off cause I was on the brink of giving up. It is frustrating, why is it not?

It's come to a point that my housemates expect and assume that I am home 24/7 just coz I don't have a perm job unlike them. Bull dung! On Monday, housemate A and housemate B was locked out of the house, reason being - one assumes the other has the key but truth is, neither does. I'm sure they did all they can to 'wake up' whoever was in the house, assuming it could be me but unfortunately, yours truly was temping/at work both Monday and Tuesday hence housemate A and B was locked out nontheless. Steve got a call from one of them (they don't have my no. for some reason) and same story, asked Steve if I was home - Steve broke into a great laughter cause assumptions bit them in their own arses. How's bout that?

The morale of the story is - assumption has got some mighty fangs waiting to chomp on you.

On the other hand, Steve and I went to the St Patrick's Day celebration down/up in Trafalgar Sq last Sunday. We missed the grand parade fortunately as it was pissing rain in the morning. Oh yes - this is 'spring' for you and me here in London. It was not so much of a celebration to be honest - unless you're Irish or drink Guinness. I'm neither therefore it was not as 'wa wa wee wa' as I thought it would be. Although I must say, the pool of green all around Trafalgar Sq was quite a sight. Moss pit, anyone?




It never seems to put a damp in anyone's mood when it comes to celebrations despite the fugged up weather in London.



Irish Elvis-es & Irish Pope-iah, anyone? The Elvis-es are apparently the regulars at the celebration each year. They still have the moves, thats for sure - can't help but snigger when they did the bump-n-grind Elvis style :)



The Guinness sausage was a big YUM YUM!

Easter break is literally just around the corner and Steve being the sweetheart that he is, has planned us a trip to Madrid this week. Some bullfighting and flamenco actions we're getting ourselves into. I'm very excited cause this will be my first trip away from England after 6months.


We're flying off tomorrow so till then Lent & Steve says........


...... ADIOS to all and OLA to Madrid!!!

I apologize sincerely for Steve's lack of table manners with the presence of a camera during dinner. Mucho sorry!


♥,
Lent

With Maxine in town, all hell broke loose. Max, the queen of all camwhores (be proud, Max), not a single moment was not captured on film. With her around, for some peculiar reason, I don't feel weird being a complete tourist, taking picture of everything, everywhere. Probably cause she's a big time nutter hence she brought out the nutter in me.



Strawberries and mirrors - godsent to women.

When she spotted me on Bond St., she yelled 'BEETCHH!!' so damn loud, I wasn't sure if I should look away or run towards and give her a chest bump and say 'Sup, Beetch?!'. Of all the things my friends do to embarrass me, I swear this is one little trick that will always work. Endearments, that's what they call them.

Who needs enemies when you've got friends like these.




Making full use of the situation, I dragged Maxine's ass out for a night of clubbing in Fabric. Great music, crazy crowd - to start off with, i got 'cha' by some pighead. When I turned and stare, he had the guts to snigger. God forbid him from celebrating Father's Day should he decide to take advantage of more women. Twat!



The tube and bus, always the perfect venue for some camwhoring - with the presence of Max, of course. I had no clue to why she decided to stick her tongue out and point it to my cheeks. Maybe it was too supple for her to resist, that she wanted to *slurp* :p




Enough yet?



Lesson 101 to Facial Expressions.


The main room was rammed as hell. Music was brilliant though - dark beats. It was a waste I wasn't in the right frame of mind to enjoy.



Met up with Yinyi and a couple of random Singaporean dudes. Nice bunch, at least better than the pighead who cha me.

I have to say that it was a great weekend until my feet started to hurt from the damn heels. Sorry if any of you had to endure my girly tantrums at any point - it was the pain talking, not me.


♥,
Lent