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.
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.
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:)
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.