Mamma Mia, Here I Go Again

A more apt title I could not have found anywhere else. Went to watch the show again last night with my family. Yet its a slightly more frustrating night, given how the supporting lead of Sophie was played by the understudy, who just wasn't good enough to be honest. Kindda spoilt the fun a little. But otherwise it was really worth the second watch. Grins. Any kind souls who wish to sponsor me a ticket, I'll be willing to put up with a third attendance. Grin grin.

Lotsa of things happened these few days I guess. The most notable being that my boyfriend's flown off to Sydney with Joz, and Sophie has finally gone to the police over Andre. But since she didn't lodge an official report, Andre's still getting away with murder. In the words of Nut, trying desperately to still sound like a good girl, "WTH", as opposed to the alternative that always simmers just beneath the surface of her thoughts.

Anyway the bastard wuss actually tried to intimidate her right in front of me. I was escorting her to see him, so she can tell him that she's not gonna give him anymore money. And he just kept trying to to stalk her every step of the way, taunting her, threatening her, et al. But like the wuss that he is, when I'm ard he didn't dare lay a finger on both her nor me, even when I was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Bloody hell. Never knew God created these sort of City Harvest Christians. Oopps. I meant, these kind of guys. Hehz... But honestly, I sure hope someone in his church will realize that he probaly doesn't believe in hell, given his behaviour. I knew his church had dodgy doctrine... but this is just ridiculous. Even the Muslim believes in some form of hell.

Dammit. I really wanted to keep it above the belt about CHC. Ah well. Grins. Guess you can't hide a light under a blanket. Hehz...

Been having really really bad dreams, keeping me up all night. Just 2 nights ago I was kept awake the whole night with this uncontrollable rage towards Andrew and Grace. Its was like the pressure I felt with the Scrabble dream before that, only this time it was rage. Sigh. Woke up not feeling particularly angry or anything also. Just freakin' tired. Dammit, I need a shrink. If nothing else, to shrink my waistline. Hehe...

First paper is in 2 days' time. Shit. Where's my drunk driver who's supposed to kill me?

Where? Where? Where?

HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME.

Muahahahahaha.... cringe before me, you mortals...