mr.table
Sunday, July 15, 2007
♥ Sunday, July 15, 2007
I have an old, old friend. I call him my table.
Yes, mrtable is a guy. Sometimes, I don't know how we can even click, on account that I can't really tell guys about stuff like pms, or anything like that; or if they ask why I'm being so cranky, I can't tell them why. Mrtable and I have been in the same class since primary two. That was when our teacher was a muddled old man named Mr Lee, who thanked my mom when she told him that i would have to skip school for two days (in other words, he is weird, but that is not my point).
I know a lot of things about Mrtable. I know that his favourite number is 4; he loves animals (dogs, horses, etc); he'd name his kids kevin and amelia; his phone number is 92204371; his cca, his (FULL) name, his blog url, his family. I know that he lost phones, not one but two; I know that he loves hsm; I know that he prefers Ashley Tisdale to Vanessa Hudgens (which I vehemently discouraged); that he likes Fergie and totally adores live earth. And other stuff.
And no, I did not check my phone for the number.
Mrtable knows a lot of things about me too. Maybe not my favourite number, but other things. I don't know if I understand him, but he does understand me.
Mrtable and I have been close since primary five. Once, he smsed at three in the morning and my mom got irritated and used my phone to sms him to tell him to please don't disturb us so late. I got a scolding the next day, but to us 3am is perfectly okay.
Mrtable is funny. He constantly amuses me with stuff like telling the whole world about the whole Harry Potter movie when he says he's not going to give spoilers. He makes me laugh when he goes diao when I say something lame (which I don't think is lame, but anyway). He gets me addicted to MSN til 4.30 in the morning on Sundays.
And me? I name him after floor tiles (this was the original plan) and tables (final) and I blog about him at this time to the night while having moles of overdue work to complete.
Damn you Mrtable you are making my chinese teacher hate me.
Kidding.
Once Mrtable and I made this pledge of the anti-chinese-organisation. We both hate chinese, since we're not Singaporeans. The pledge was funny, but I don't remember it anymore. We got highly amused. That was when we were primary six.
Sec one came and we went to different schools. We didn't really keep in touch much until recently. He helped me through some things I couldn't tell anyone else. He lived through the burden and he helped carry a bit of it, too.
But I didn't help him in any way, and that's the thing I regret most.
I hope Mrtable can count on me like how I count on him, too.
Go Mrtable!
I have to blog. I am nearing 240. This is pure joy. I am exhilirated.
I desperately need to watch Harry Potter! I think it's going to be cute. I haven't published a proper post in ages.
Anyway, the Sunday Five;
1) My cousins are in town. One has the same name has Mrtable, and the other is bloody cute. I am obsessing about kids and haven't stopped carrying them and sending them flying in the air while they scream and laugh and fly. Recently I've even been staring at babies in prams in shopping malls until their moms stare back at me like I'm some psycho dude who want to kidnap their little darlings.
2) I am addicted to ... sausages. I know! There is something seriously wrong with me. I've been eating sausages every day for the past week at least for breakfast. Also my maid apparently loves to put so much food for breakfast, I have to drink FOUR glasses of drinks, one is some juice, one is milo, one is vitamin c and the other is water. And then there are the sausages. And the other sausages. And the hashbrowns. Yikes. Not very good oil.
3) I cannot let go of my phone. I'm becoming neurotic. My phone is like, my .... bodyguard. I cannot spend one waking moment without my red E65. It's like, I bring it EVERYWHERE. The bathroom, the gym, the swimming pool. It drives my family crazy. I'm really turning neurotic.
4) So my dad is buying ANOTHER car for the shop. This time, it's between a minibus and an open truck. He made me see the pictures online and read the stuff they have and I did a twenty minute pros and cons thing, and then I told him the minibus would be better cause if it rained, the goods would get wet on the open truck, blah blah. And I listed the advantages if he were to buy the minibus. I thought that was done. So after five minutes, he announces that he's buying the open - I am not kidding - truck. The open truck. He says it doesn't rain that much over there which is not very true, and I'm like whatever. So much for my twenty minutes.
5) Thanks to Lucy Chen Ruoxi I have been readdicted to caffeine. I have to drink at least one mocha, regular, iceblend, w/o whipped cream, with cinnamon thingies once every two days. On weekends, I buy the bottled ones from 7-11 to drink at home. This addiction is partly sponsored by the new Starbucks cafe at great world and partly by my uncle and aunt who are coffee lovers. It's driving me crazy. Now, it wouldn't be os bad if it at least kept me awake, but apparently, NO, I just drink it and then there's no difference and I'm more tired. Damn caffeine.
Yeah, that's all. I have to do RS (I always say this anyway so don't count on it) so adios!
<3 MSFRIDGE.
