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May 10, 2011
God, I forgot I had a blog. One whole roller coaster ride of emotions that span a tumultous 6 months period, not enough fingers to transcribe them into words here. In any case, emobear’s not going to have a place here. It’s just too cringe-worthy to bare them all out here, in retrospect I have been a fool. Cue, jack penate.
it’s nice where I am right now. going ’65, turning independent. family ties just got closer. we laugh about really nonsensical things. like ah pui my neighbour. i am growing sideways, unfortunately. i guess its a sign of normalcy. revamped my room so it’s really exciting to be in there.
Time reads 2.48am. I am an illegal camper in my former room at my residence. Room’s all bare and empty, but it makes for a quick and clean exit, unlike relationships. The only downside is that the ceiling fan could barely counter the heat that has been insidiously turning us into baked char siew. the weather has been too unkind on us. Been typing notes about the godly wonders of toothpaste and fluoride whatnots. seriously.
So according to my mum and her lilian too’s suscribed theories, all the misfortunes that thundered down my path are predestined and the only way to counter them is to commit to doing 9 good deeds. I returned a $2 note to a ungrateful boy so that’s one down, 8 to go. Who shall be the lucky one to prey on my goodness and spare me from all the series of bad luck that no amount of pomelo leaves can eradicate.
at this stage of my life, what can i say. been very blessed to have kikki and abby in my life. And it makes for such a warm fuzzy feeling that my parents have taken to both of them. Kikki is getting a little too conversational. Not that it is helping his poop to smell a little more pleasant. He’s a shadow of my mum, and a permanent ironing board fixture to which he lay claim to. he can scratch on it. he can watch all of us with the amazing elevated vantage point. he can sleep on it. cats are intelligent and i quite admire their traits through observations. i used to want to be a rabbit but i think i would rather be a cat now. life is short, might as well concede it to curiosity.
abby is turning into an adult. menarche the sign of her adolescent growth spurt. it can get gross. a trail of smudgy brown marks strewn across haphazardly the marble floor. she has marked the underbelly of my sofa as territory. it looks like a burrow with 3 holes, perfectly for hide and seek. She always pms me by snubbing me if i offer her pellets. Now her palate is too accustomed to the fine dining diet of assorted carrots and woody flakes and corn. It’s amazing how much karma she can attain by going vegetarian. I think I’ll be likely to be seeing kikki instead in my afterlife, whatever that is. Maybe abby can help accumulate karma for us. I think abby is still wonderful although comments seem to be centered on the fact that she is huge now. I don’t call her a dwarf now. either she inherited some gigantism gene or the auntie at srgn north pulled a fast one on me. but i still love abby. she was my companion during hard times.
eve told me to think about what i have been telling myself. what is it.
on a last note, before i return to the ever evolving topic on the use of fluoride, i’m pretty amazed by the turn of events that would be the hallmark of my turning 23. i thought 22 was a great year, like how one might describe harvest. Funny how things tipped and rewind in a splitting second.
funny how this sound, but i missed ward 33.
