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Friday, December 30, 2005

Mothers are such weird creatures. Observe:

*telephone rings*

Me : Hello?

Mommy: Oi, ask the maid to put aside yesterday's newspapers for me.

Me: Orh.

Mommy: Actually hor... I dunno where i'm going leh. I boarded the bus. *laughs*

Me: Huh...? What do you mean? I thought you wanted to take a cab to Parkway?

Mommy: Yeah lor! But i boarded the bus! So now i dunno how to get there!

Me: Mommy! What bus are you on!?

Mommy: Urm.... 17 (17 being the bus that goes to Pasir Ris interchange)

Me: Aiyoh, then just get off at Pasir Ris, go to the taxi stand, and cab down to parkway lah!

Mommy: Huh.... But that'll mean i'm going up, then coming down again past our house, then to parkway what...

Me: THEN SINCE YOU'RE THERE TAKE A TRAIN TO KEMBANGAN AND CAB TO PARKWAY FROM KEMBANGAN LAH! SAVE MONEY ANYWAY! -_-

Mommy: Hehe, yeah hor. Okay lah!

Me: -_- BYE MOMMY.


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Sunday, December 18, 2005

My excuses for not exercising:

Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

I keep losing weight, but it keeps finding me.

I am in shape. Round is a shape.

My secret prayer because i don't exercise:

Lord, if i can't be skinny, please let all my friends be fat.

Mood forecast:

I am bitchy on days ending with y.

Advice to men:

Women are made to be loved, not understood.

Warning to would-be antagonisers:

I know kung fu, judo, karate and 47 other dangerous words!

To people who insist on antagonising me:

You are living proof that manure can grow legs and walk.


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Monday, December 12, 2005

There was none of the awkwardness one would expect after almost 3 years(!!!) of not meeting up.

Still able to stone together in comfortable silence.

Still pig out as we did before.

Feels like no time has been lost.

I had a blast today.

Was fantastic seeing you today Betha!

Real good friends are really the kind that can withstand the test of time:)


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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Come to think of it... I still miss Bacon.

The pain hasn't dissipitated.

I thought it would have.

I make the effort not to dwell on it.

But when i think about what happened, the emotions assail me as if it only just happened.

Why do the things we love always have to go?

If i had a choice, i'd go before all the things i love.


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