Dar is sleeping.
Shirley-jie is moving office.
Uncle Anthony is dead. Dead as in, not replying to my MSN messages.
I'm having a sore throat.
My wisdom teeth infection is subsiding.
Data verification is slow and boring.
I'm broke.
I'm broke.
I'm broke.
Like, is there anything exciting in life anymore?
I just feel like shouting out this
right now, with the same facial expression.
Speaking of which, I downloaded MSN 7.0 and it's loads of fun!!
Everyone should go and download it now.
I can write in my own handwriting!!
Yes, I know it's damn ugly. But I don't have a pen.
Buy me one!
Ooh. Me boss just came in and gave me a scare by creeping up silently behind me and shouting a loud
BOO!
into my ears.
I scared you too, didn't I? Wahahaha. I love scaring people.
BOO!
Dar's dad loves scaring the lady from the Javanese massage parlour next door to his shop with a loud
BOM!
He successfully scared two people the last time I saw him do that. The Malay lady and the great Princess Steph.
That's me lah.
So dar and I met up for lunch yesterday. Drove me to a quiet kopitiam at Tampines where we had porridge, fried eggs, fried sze chuan vegetables and sliced pork for lunch. That's all I'm surviving on for the time being. Century egg and shredded chicken porridge included in the picture.
There was a trio of men (my Engrish is improving!) seated at the table next to us and they were conversing in Heng Hwa. Ah. Did I mention that the only dialect groups that existed in my life before I knew which dialect group dar belonged to were the Cantonese, Teochews, Hokkiens, Hakkas and Hainanese? I should travel more to expand my general knowledge.
Anyway dar commented that Heng Hwas have a few traits in common and these include stingyness (stinginess?), horniness, talking loudly and I-dunno-what-else. I can't remember what else there was because my ancient memory is failing me. Sometimes I wonder how much money my memory can fetch if I sell it to antique dealers, say Jay Chou, just to name one. Ha ha. What was it I wanted to mention when I started talking about common traits of Heng Hwas?
Oh.
About talking loudly.
Dar sure talks very loudly! I don't think he will ever need a microphone in his life, even if he may be addressing like 5000 million people at a time. I have to constantly remind him to tone down his volume whenever he starts talking in a small confined space, such as a car. My ear drums always feel as if they're going to burst anytime.
I feel so sleepy that I have absolutely no mood to carry on with the data verification. In fact, I have no mood to finish the data verification any time of the day. Yet, I have to finish it.
ARGH!!!
I'm feeling giddy again.
I wonder if it's because I'm anaemic, or is it because I'm feeling sleepy.
Daily jigsaws on shockwave.com are starting to bore me.
It's already Friday and I have yet to receive the Zen panel from Panasonic. Did they decide to break their promise!?!!?! BOOHOOHOOO!!!!
And my Neopets stocks have not gone up. The change is constantly hovering at 17.65%. I'm pissed!!
And I don't even know why I'm trading at the Neopets Stockmarket when actually, I have no use for the Neopoints. Maybe it's because I want to have a taste of being a millionaire; and also because I am not one in real life.
2 more days of antibiotics and I'll be done!!
Goodbye to irritating wisdom teeth infection.
I can now enjoy better food.
Ah.
I had breakfast at home this morning with dar.
Egg, tuna and cream cheese sandwiches.
YUMMY!!!
I love having breakfast with dar.
I love sleeping under the same blanket as dar.
I love him cuddling me to sleep at night.
I love him tucking me in to bed when he can't stay the night (which happens only like once or twice a week.)
I love him kissing me on my forehead when he says goodnight to me.
I love the way he insists on giving me a kiss before we sleep.
I love the way he hugs me to comfort me when I'm ill/in pain and can't sleep well.
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But I hate the way he snores loudly when he's tired!!!
Even then, I still love him for everything he is, the snoring included. *beams*
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