Decided to break this post away from my other post, cos it seems to be going on forever with its combined length.

And I doubt I would finish the post anytime soon if they are merged together.

So, here, I shall post my random snippets of the week thus far.

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My my. These couple of days seem excruciatingly long, but yet whizzed past pretty swiftly.

I seem to have a problem…. recalling.

Sigh. I feel so detached from my reality that there seems to be a different realm I exist in, and everything seems so foreign to me when I have to sit in front of the monitor, absorbing my reality, and recapping it.

Especially when there really isn’t much for me to remember, except that I had been exceptionally sulkish these few days. And it’s not even PMS!!

Remembering. I almost forgot how painful the word can be.

Anyway, there isn’t much remembering to do, either, since there isn’t much I had done over this week, except for nursing the slight tummy bug and muscle aches with plenty of rest.

Bleah.

Like how I finally had ample rest last night when I retired slightly before 2, after a phone call with SBB. I slept through the night and was flabbergasted(rather glad too, I might add) to find myself greeting my Wednesday at 2pm, which means I had slept for more than 12 hours!

Especially when it was pretty much quality sleep, without much interruptions, besides the countless odd dreams that bugged me endlessly throughout. And it’s already 3.30 already.

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Oops. Time-out for a while. Call coming in.

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Darn. Someone just hung up my call accidentally.

Basket.

Such a dum dum.

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Santa Dad dropped by yesterday after returning from his Hong Kong trip.

Happy, happy is me.

And that will give you a glimpse how flawed I am.

Thanks daddy.

I had this evil intention when I saw Dad holding a bottle of CK Eternity Summer perfume.

My penchant for perfumes stirred the evilness within me.

That’s for mum, dad quipped.

I held back, thinking how glad she would be knowing Dad had bought her something too.

I tell ya, despite her being a difficult person at times, she is pretty easily contended when we get her stuff. She would wear the brightest of smiles whenever she receive something from dad, or me, which is pretty, -sheepish- rare.

Like how she would wrap the Ferragamo wallet I got for her(back in the days when there was income. Sigh) with a cloth, and put it into another cloth bag whenever she uses it.

What I heard is, she seldom uses it, for the fear of flawing it with scratches and such.

Come to think of it, I did take after some of her traits.

I have some stuff in mind for my Christmas wishlist, and SBB and I were discussing that perhaps I should write to Santa or something.

SBB very encouragingly said that I should spell Santa with a D or something.

And I am contemplating to write my letter to Santa in Chinese, and place the letter on the windscreen of my Dad’s car.

My justification? When Santa parks his truck at the carpark to make some delivery… he might stroll past Daddy’s car, no?

Makes sense, huh?

He then said I might as well put it on my blog just in case Santa reads blogs, too!

This goes to show the kind of lame conversations we have.

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Dear Santa,

I need a professional camera. Actually, a new digital camera shall suffice. I need a palm top to replace my old phone. I need a trip to Europe. I need a new nose, new pair of boobs, liposuction, and facial reconstruction. I need makeup too. I need new clothes(oh yes! Yes! Yes! I am lazy to shop, so would you please do it for me?). I need new reads too. I need a laptop, too. More sexThat Bulgari ring I had been eyeing. A pair of pretty, princessy Nine West shoes. Or sexy, knee-high boots(size 4 and 1/2 please). Bags! Bags! Bags! More perfumes. I need….. actually, SBB did a calculation for your convenience. Drop me a US$20, 000 cheque and all’s well.

Thank you.

Oh, and I love you, too.

***

Had planned to head down to Borders today since I heard there is a sale going on. Since the guys are meeting up tomorrow, I shall postpone my plans to tomorrow then.

Whee.

Another day to be spent at home, just like yesterday.

Perhaps I shall sit down to send some proper emails out.

Right after I get some dinner for myself.

If some car knocks me down or something, I would appreciate a fund set up in memory of me, and that my blog entries would get published into a book or something(Gee, how many volumes would that be?).

Since my entries are exceptionally long, I am sure more funds would be required.

Pass on a copy of it to my parents would be nice, too.

No biggie since they don’t understand English. And I think they might be interested to know about my sex life.

But nah, since I am no close friends with the big shots at Tomorrow.sg, I don’t think I would have the privilege or anything like such.

Just make sure those who come forward to say they are my close friends, are indeed, close to me.

Those who resort to namecallings to defend my name, um.. I am not so sure if they are my friends, you know?

My friends all very civilised one.

That one I can count on.

And my friends not editors from Tomorrow.sg, so it’s okay, I think.

But darn, that means I will have no book.

Cos, my friends wouldn’t be able to afford, unlike:

‘If you don’t like what we do, dont donate. We dont really need your money – among
the editors, we can fork out enough money.’

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Oh. Nick has just offered to use his office printer to print a book for me shall I die.

God bless your soul, precious one.

***

Nick expressed with helplessness that my pictures would be in black and white though.

And VampTreSS had kindly offered to print my pictures, giving them the vibrant hues they deserve(photoshop inclusive?).

Before I forget, Vamp and SBB, please do not put up my nude pictures for all to see in memory of me, alright?

As for the others, don’t put my unflattering pictures up when I die, or else I will make sure I will haunt you guys, makeupless, every night.

Thank you.

***

Didn’t quite rest enough for Saturday.

Did some marketing, and had proper breakfast after blogging. Slept at 10 plus.

Woke up around 4 plus, and Alvin and Denise came over to pick me up around 6 in the evening.

It was yet another mahjong night. 20 bucks richer at the end of it.

A short one though, in the early evening, which ended around 11 plus, and I retired early at around 2 plus, and had wanted to wake up early to do my laundry and some house chores.

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I was jolted awake by the soft, tiny beep from my phone on Sunday, and was aghasted to realise it was already -gasp- 1.40pm.

I had thought I would wake up by 10 in the morning, and how wrong I was.

I realised I would be really late for the arrange 2pm.

Went out of house and decided to hail a cab instead.

I shall not mention how pissed I was when my cab was snatched 4 blardy times in a row.

F.O.U.R.

I awed myself with my incredible patience, and that I was such a coward that I did not fight for my rights.

And we thought Japanese are polite and Singaporeans are rude.

2 of my cabs were snatched by Japanese.

Bleah.

***

By the time I reached Wenmei’s, it was nearing 3.

Only Lihui, Wenmei and I.

It was our cookies-cum-brownie day.

Since we were all makeupless, no one was willing to be featured on pictures.

We had quite some fun with the mixture, and catching up with the gossips in the midst of doing so.

And also, getting to know some unpleasant exchanges between common friends.

By the time I was there, the 2 girls had finished weighing the flour and the sugar.

I shall now illustrate what a great housewife I will make, with all the homely pictures of me baking and such, so whoever reading this, please make me your number 1 candidate if you are looking for an intelligent, gorgeous, sweet, submissive, homely, kinky nothing-is-impossible wife.

Just before sending this batch into the oven. With walnuts on top.

It was fun hanging out with the girlies, and shortly after, their respective beaus joined us, and we ended up watching some Hong Kong horror movie on VCD, before heading down for dinner.

I am not sure if the mixture was not well mixed, and some of the cookies were overly-sweet. I ended up having a loss of appetite.

Then again, some other cookies seemed to be quite alright, and were actually pretty nice.

Brownie was pretty nice, though it didn’t look that nice.

The guys enjoyed the cookies a darn lot, showering their girlies with all the praises, and nipping freshly baked ones off the trays.

Poor Wenmei was actually feeling unwell and groggy, yet she had been a fantastic host.

Dinner was a much more lively affair, as we sat starving around the table, waiting for our dishes to be served.

Eventually, I bade them goodbye, while they adjourned back to Wenmei’s for further programs, cos I thought of the house chores piling skyhigh back home.

Thanks ladies, for the lovely day.

Back home, I was soaked in sweat as I did some extensive cleaning up I had deprived my home of for the longest time.

I hope I lost weight from that.

***

Woops.

Time is 8pm now, and I just returned from a long walk around the neighbourhood, and grabbed some dinner to replenish the 6 meals I had missed since Monday’s late lunch of french fries with SBB.

Why are the flabs still not going away?

Bleah.

Mental note to self: Remember to bring phone out the next time round.

Since I reach home safe and sound, I don’t think there will be any book published under my name anytime soon.

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I am pleasantly surprised when I was at the coffeeshop today.

The uncle behind the counter saw me from a distance and pantomined what I saw as asking if I want to make an order.

I nodded briefly.

The next thing I knew, my usual drink of iced tea was served.

Quite frankly, I never quite ordered any drinks from this uncle, and it was usually the aunties who would go around the table to ask for orders.

Today, they all seemed to be busy, and the uncle was standing behind his counter, as usual.

And its odd, thinking how I only head down to the coffeeship once a week, and my usual drink was taken note of.

It’s nice. To be remembered.

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Last night I was watching television and a song caught onto me, haunting me like how the doraemon song did in the past.

Damn!

And I couldn’t shake it off.

Just when I thought I could, when I was out doing some bread shopping just now, I heard it blasting over 93.3FM.

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Oh no.

Stay away from me before I launch into an animated, high-pitched, babyish intepretation of the song.

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Schni Schna Schnappi…. Schnappi, Schnappi, Schnappi….

Uh oh. The force is strong with this one.

Nooo!! Get away from me.

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Oh, I found the translated lyrics for the song.

I am Snappy, the little crocodile
I come from Egypt, located at the Nile
I was trapped in my egg at first,
But snip-snap-snap and then it burst.

Snip Snap Snappy
Snappy Snappy Snap
Snip Snap Snappy
Snappy Snappy Snap

I am Snappy, the little crocodile
I have sharp teeth, show lots with every smile
I snap up everything I smell,
I snap because I can so well

Snip Snap Snappy
Snappy Snappy Snap
Snip Snap Snappy
Snappy Snappy Snap

I am Snappy, the little crocodile
I like to snap because it makes me smile
For my Mom, I’ll set a little trap
And then she’ll see how well that I can snap

I am Snappy, the little crocodile
I could go on snapping for a while
I’ll just bite my Papa on the toe
And then off to sleep I go

Whee! So cute.

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I need to do some shopping.

I realise how I haven’t been shopping much the whole of this year.

Perhaps because I look awful in everything since my weight gain.

Correction.

Perhaps because I look awfully awesome in all clothes that I know not what to buy.

New skirts/dresses/tops would be nice.

Any sugar daddy wanna bring me shopping? *Flutters eyelashes*

Santa, I really need my cheque, ya know?

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There was this dream that I had which was rather weird.

I dreamt of myself blacking out and fainting on the road, and everyone was trying to resuscitate me.

And suddenly, it triggered this long-lost memory of mine, which had been stacked away in the recesses, when I was walking back home just now.

One, of how my mum fainted when we were returning from the market one morning, when I was… 4?

***

Seen a range of friends’ reactions towards some stuff recently.

Re-evaluation time.

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Time for showers.

Laters.