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May 29, 2009

Maybe

Perhaps we've all made this mistake...or used this excuse...

We go out with some friends..we never ask some other friends along.
I know I sometimes commit this to some particular friends...
I know I come up with excuse sometimes to get past it.
Why an excuse?

2 different groups of friends may not click.
Unless you want me to tell the real reason, I guess most pple are more comfortable with an excuse..or maybe not...

I just got one of this excuse from a friend of mine.
I was abit pissed, to be honest.
However, as I think about it...I dont want to blame this friend.
I just feel sad.
I dont think I cannot talk to that other friend. I dont think I dislike the other friend.But maybe it's just my assumption.

Maybe we've just assumed too much.

You assumed that I am not free.
I assumed that I am close to this other friend.
You assumed that I dont like to hang out with this other friend.
I assumed that you are not respecting me.

Left a note at 4:03:00 PM

May 21, 2009

My Bao Bei Twinkle...

Twinkle is such a smartie...
As most of the peeps know...I lock my baobei-s in the kitchen whenever I go out, coz Mr Elmo will start peeing ard the house, marking territory(that's why i am thinking of sterilizing him, but nvr really putting serious thoughts into it) and Twinkle will start drinking wtaer from the altar...

It had been fine all this while...
Until one day...I realised she had ran out of the kitchen with all the fences being ALMOST intact...

SO it took me quite a while to figure out how she actually ran out...
Apparently this girl took a long time to figure out that....

SHE CAN SQUEEZE THROUGH THE BACK OF THE REFRIGERATOR AND THEN COME OUT THROUGH THE FENCE!

Super smart, aint she....
Now I have to put the human intelligence to greater use and outsmart my smartie...
hahahaha
Anyway, a few pictures of my smarties with the new cam that my Daddy bought....

And I had a super sian dream this morning/afternn....
I dreamt of my duty manager calling me to ask abt some crane sequence and why is it sequenced that way and I had to explain to him...

GO AWAY CRANE SEQUENCES!
DONT HAUNT ME IN MY SLEEP!!!!!!
SHOO THE SHOO SHOO AWAY!!!

Oh, went for a night's out with some of my shift kakis yesterday night and it was a fun night out...
CCP was damn high...
A typical man living on adrenaline...
Hahahahaa...

Left a note at 1:53:00 AM

May 11, 2009

The days gone by...

It has been a long time since I last stepped into the Post Office.

I rmb I used to sell things over YahOo auctions and I will go there to post the stuffs. I also rmb going to the PO to buy Postpac boxes to wrap odd shaped gifts for my friends. And the last time I stepped into the PO, I was there with 100 envelopes, 100 sheets of survey form and 100 stamps...

But I went to the PO with rong today.
Those did not come to my mind.
What came to my mind was how my parents actually had to go queue, ask how to send 14kg of stuffs to me in Oslo.

Although my mum managed to get the postman to collect it at our house,the thought of them going to the PO for me is still very comforting.
That was the time I really really missed home.
That was the time I really knew how fortunate I had been all these years.
That was the time I really realised how much I love them and enjoyed their company.

When I received the box, I called it the Box of Love.
It had the smell of my house.
My mum sent me curtains, she sent me my Princess, she sent me lemon puffs, canned food...so many many things I took for granted in Singapore.
And I rmb pple coming up to my room to see the Box of Love.
And it made me realise how well my mum knows me and how well I know her.
How I like my things to be packed and how she packs her things.
It just makes us rmb all the fundamentals of our kinship.
And it just made me love them more than ever.

In fact, we would go to anybody's room whenever their parents send them Boxes of Love.
I rmb Breadie's mummy sending her 2 boxes....
That was sooooo sweetttt...........

And these were the days gone by......

Left a note at 11:07:00 PM