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Sunday, September 30, 2007

♥ Sunday, September 30, 2007

I swear being a mom is just so so hard.
I know I'm slow, but a few days ago my baby cousin started crying for an hour straight because the tv conked on everybody and left him stranded with no pictures of ducks swimming in some pond. Which, actually, almost made me lapse into total breakdown, until I pulled him onto my lap and searched for pictures of ducks on my mac.
Which is already hard, because he runs like the wind and oh god, I swear twenty million red blood cells died in the half an hour he sat on my lap and got amused by the ducks.

So EOYs start thursday, and I've only worked on one page of philo and one page of geog. Which isn't very ideal, because you know, I have about ten million more pages to finish.

On the other hand, I've been working on writing a lot... which is really working out. Yingting and I actually sat at tcc for like two hours and just stared out of the window-wall and we actually got so many ideas that I'm still trying to reorganise and put it down in words. I think it's actually going to work out. For the first time EVER. YAY.

I went bowling with Daniel today. Only Daniel, technically, cause Yingting mugged and left halfway. She didn't even bowl.
So yeah Daniel suaned me and I suaned him (kindly, thank god) and there was this couple beside us who weren't singaporean (i think they were filipinos) and the guy. Oh god the guy was funny.
Today Daniel was on a high roll. Which, to my dismay - not good. I felt suay. I am suay. Anyway, so the guy beside us probably admired Daniel so much or something, it's like, every time Daniel went up to throw the ball, he'd be smiling at the back looking very xin1 wei4. REALLY. I SWEAR. And everytime Daniel striked, he'd be like YOU'RE GOOD MAN YOU'RE GOOD. And to me it was just so funny AND suay. Seriously. I'm not kidding. HE SMILED EVERYTIME DANIEL WENT UP.

So then I was telling Daniel that somehow the guy was his long-lost godfather and he gave me his diao face again and I probably repeated that ten thousand times until he'd be like sinking in his seat everytime I mentioned it.
BUT THE GUY IS CREEPY. LIKE REALLY CREEPY.
I think he has imaginary kids and he imagines himself being the imaginary godfather of his imaginary kids.
OMG DANIEL MAYBE HIS IMAGINARY KID IS NAMED DANIEL TOO.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

I shall end with this. I reassure you you'll be having sweet longings after: