Friday, September 14, 2007

The One With A Sudden Change Of Darts

6th September '07

Usually before i head out, i wait by my loyal companion who's never failed to make me smile with its blog-hopping feature and fat supply of Veronica Mars. Tonight was a little different though. I was by my loyal companion but i was depriving it of its regular can't-take-my-eyes-off-you attention. I scribbled the fastest i could everything i'd to say on the card, grabbed the small bag that carried what i'd be delivering and zoomed out.

After 15 minutes of walking, me - on the phone with Bignose's ex-No.1 Fan, him - trying to eavesdrop, we arrived. I left it on the li'l flower pot through the gap at the side of the gates. I couldn't wait till he found it at midnight when he gets my SMS.

At midnight, i sleepily clicked 'send'.


4 hours later, i got a call. He found it at 11.30pm. Wth.

T.T



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Walking down the little hill near the gate, a blob of blue caught my eye. I squinted and indeed it was who the blob resembled. I trudged up the stairs and dragged him around the tiny block. As i fumbled with the set of rusted keys, i heard a clank behind me. Didn't flinch. Wasn't about to get friendish because it's dangerous territory. I listened, i responded. I also realised people respond better to nonsensical advice mixed with a bit of an ego boost. Sigh.

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'You know what _____ and you have in common?'
'What?'
'You're both hot. Use it to your advantage! I'm serious. If you smiled more everyone'd listen cos who wouldn't listen to a hot guy?'
*pauses to think 'bout what just left my mouth*
'Um..yeah.'



I'm not shallow and we all know it's true (i mean the part about a hot guy).

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Farewell's over. I can't stop thinking about files. I don't why and it's not even a valid Esther fetish cos technically it's work but i just get so attached to my dividers. I think i might sell handmade carrier bags for a living. Veena's 16! Another addition to the bunch of old farts! Happy belated sweet 16th, Bubs!




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