Sometimes, you cant hardly call Singapore a foreign land. But when you
are in a place, where the culture is different, and you hardly have
friends and relatives (I do have, but they somehow dont know how I
look like or maybe exist) around, it is a foreign land.

Sometimes I think I am pretty lucky to have Mr Grumpy here with me.
Sometimes, I wished I could import each and everyone of my friends
back home to be here with me. Because there are times where I am
feeling PMS-sy and I need a girlfriend around, Mr Grumpy is not
exactly the first choice I go to.

Sometimes Mr Grumpy understands and sometimes he forgets that I am,
infact, alone here. Its been only a month, and yes I do make friends,
but nothing can be compared to friends back home when I need them
sometimes. Sometimes I dont like to remind him to be around and I am
in fact alone when he goes off to meet his friends <its an all guy
gang.. I dont reaaally fancy> because that is just sad. Sometimes I
wished that he knew what I was feeling. Sometimes I dont know what I
do sometimes.

Sometimes I wished Mr Grumpy knew the reason for my dependance on
internet. It's, infact, the only way I can access to my friends and
family on the internet. But he just said "I dont think I need it"

Sometimes I wished Mr Grumpy knew that I need him around when I go
shopping, and not just stand outside the door and feign
sickness/tiredness everytime I suggest going to walk around. Sometimes
I wish he knew more about women and how they like seeing every single
item in the store like how he goes into each and every single DVD / VCD store 2,358,723,644 times instead of glancing from outside the store and make
and assumption that "oh nothing to see one" because I got noone here
to go proper shopping with (one friend here has a baby, another is
MIA, another is too busy and the other is a whinner... I got not much
choice).

Sometimes I wished that Mr Grumpy isnt so paranoid about living it to
the fullest and not worry about small matters like, who is going to do
what to who, or who knew what, and what is going to happen what to who.. etc, because by
being afraid to make a mistake itself is a mistake. Sometimes I wished
Mr Grumpy knew that.

And sometimes I wished that Mr Grumpy doesnt have to read this and
know what he has to do next. Because by then it will be too late and
my PMS has escalated to sky/outter space/stars/moon/mars/alien
planet/haven.

And by the time Mr Grumpy reads this, he will be doomed to be sleeping outside for 1 week.

And I also forgot to mention that it is reaaaally an expensive affair to make me angry