Home, In a Week
Sunday today…
I have about SGD30 to spare after one vigorous month of living frugal. And I’ve things planned:
SGD20 on chocolates. For my badminton buddies who’d been so patient and understanding about my need to fly without early notice. And for not pissing off because I had to cancel some of the court sessions they tried so hard to book.
and…
SGD10 on rice mixes and shape cutters (to make bento). Will had been complaining that he hasn’t eaten his favourite rice ball for a long time now.
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Oo!!! which reminds me, I still have the pictures of my previous Bento attempt.
Its in my PC somewhere… … ahh, there you go.
Just in case its not that recognizable, its supposed to be a Panda.
Panda, from another view.
Kitteh, looking a lil’ bit disoriented here.
Lined with cucumbers.
The initial sketch. Tee Hee~ Sorry ’bout the Tofu spill.
The List (i do not have a good hand writing)
And some rice ball ala Spirited Away with the remaining Nori Sheets and rice.
Its not as pretty as the sketches… Rather disappointing actually. But I guess I could do better next time. (Wierd, I thought heard I Will cheering)
3 Weeks Down, One More To Go
I’ve skipped gym for two days now. Sorry for the TMI, but IBS is a shitty business. (pun intended).
So I’ve determined to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow to get a half-an-hour jog. …
Yes, I do notice its a weekend. I can continue my sleep after lunch anyway … if I did not get too engrossed in ‘Nodame Cantabile’. o(>.0)b
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Half of “Confessions of A Shopaholic” was a dull read. I’ve speed-read several chapters until the part where Luke told Rebecca he had a girlfriend FINALLY caught my interest. (no spoilers here)
I had to say, that determination comes from learning a lesson after giving up on “The Memory Keeper’s Daughter”. Now I’d never know what happen to the doctor, the daughter he abandoned, and the nurse who adopted the child.
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Urgh, how I hate the speed of the pc and internet here, at my customer’s site.
I miss home.
Its 7. And I’m still in office. Plus its a Friday. I should be home, reading Nodame Cantabile.
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Added @ 8:30pm: I know, this post is crappy. Unorganized. And un-sightly. Sigh… I’m still gona publish this and I’ll go home now.
I think I should get a BK Fish Meal burger for dinner today. 
Pressure Cooker Sort
Its sad when a once-close-friend you didn’t have the privilege of catching up for a few month, starts to develop odd feelings towards you. Odd feelings that includes anger, and, or hate.
Honestly, my friend is a good person. Funny, smart as hell, maybe a lil’ crazy at times, attention whore, stubborn bitch …
…
You see how that negativity come as I continued? Demonstration works like magic.
That… *pause for effect*
…is a friendship that needed assurance every now and then. A friendship that turns ugly IF you didn’t pop up in time to restore their confidence towards you. A friendship that needs constant proof that your flaws exist to define you as a unique person.
That flaw would then GROW and gnaw on any good attribute left of you in your friend’s mind.
Time passes…
Then WHAM, suddenly, one day you’re a bitch. And you don’t even know where that came from.
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… And you ask why I wish I’m a guy? … no, not this sorta guy! (see vid)
